his past while has been really rough. I am not sleeping most nights, at least all night. I might be getting about 3 to 4 hours sleep. The rest of the time, I am really down. It's not above me to cry at any time, all it takes is to just look at his picture. Don't worry everyone, this is normal and part of the grieving process. I do know there will come a time when this won't happen.
I find it hard to do any housework, not only because I look at it and think to heck with it, but I tore my ham string awhile back and it also is bothering me something terrible. I was told it would take time to heal. Meanwhile, my physiotherapist is wondering if I really am doing my exercises. I decided to join curves to see if that will make a difference in how I feel. Here's hoping.
It's the pits when you can't get up on a chair to even change a light bulb. To climb up and down stairs, because you have to take the steps once step at a time. It's hard to carry anything up or down stairs, because you need your hands to keep you steady because that dumb leg might give out at any time
because it is hurting so much.
I Thank God for family and friends, they are the foundation that I am leaning on at this time. They are precious to me. Even with the fact that I knew in my heart that Ron was dying three years ago, it's still hard. I cry for myself, because he can't come back to me. He's at peace in a pain free place.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Spring
The rabbits are turning brown, which is a good sign that spring is around the corner. Crows are back, cawing their heads off and I haven't seen any more ravens around. No gophers yet though that I have seen.
It feels like spring, although the weather hasn't been cooperating. While the sun is getting warmer as the days go past and the daylight hours are increasing, winter still insists on getting it's two cents worth in now and again. The snow is gradually dissapearing and I can now see the cars that were parked in the back yard now.
Time to start thinking about the yard and garden, flower garden, I quit vegetable garding a couple of years ago. The only things I miss with it, is that is where I used to take my frustrations out and the feeds of fresh vegetables. I certainly don't miss the hoeing and weeding and and....
Easter is late this year, not until the end of April.
Until later, take care and God Bless.
Cecile
It feels like spring, although the weather hasn't been cooperating. While the sun is getting warmer as the days go past and the daylight hours are increasing, winter still insists on getting it's two cents worth in now and again. The snow is gradually dissapearing and I can now see the cars that were parked in the back yard now.
Time to start thinking about the yard and garden, flower garden, I quit vegetable garding a couple of years ago. The only things I miss with it, is that is where I used to take my frustrations out and the feeds of fresh vegetables. I certainly don't miss the hoeing and weeding and and....
Easter is late this year, not until the end of April.
Until later, take care and God Bless.
Cecile
Monday, March 21, 2011
m Spring
Here it is spring and there's still snow. I am still packing boxes of stuff I don't want or need anymore. There are boxes stacked in the bedrooms upstairs, downstairs, the basement and including the living room. I am beginning to feel like they have been there forever.
Never realized how much stuff there was in the house until I started sorting and packing. I have even gone back to the same spot and resorted some more. I basically am running out of room to put anymore boxes around. I need to back upstairs and pack some more. There are over a hundred hats up there, that Ron had collected, and I guess, the boys can take what they want and I will sell the rest. He also had a pen and pencil collected, bet there are over a thousand pen and pencils in the container. They go to, can't keep them all.
I seem to be sleeping in bits and pieces, at least it seems that way. I was up at 5 this morning, so I had some breakfast and my coffee, then found myself back sleeping for another hour or two. Sheesh.
I don't seem to be getting much company these days. Not sure why. Does that mean that most of the company came to see Ron and not me? I don't know and I am not going to analyze it either. If they come, they come. I think it's maybe that I am out more than I am in. Right now I have been doing volunteer work for doing up taxes for those certain people. No charge either. It feels great helping other people by doing their taxes for nothing. I guess that's why I am still in the Lions, a great organization. would recommend it to everyone to join. Must run, I have a couple of appointments today that can't be missed. Till next time.
Never realized how much stuff there was in the house until I started sorting and packing. I have even gone back to the same spot and resorted some more. I basically am running out of room to put anymore boxes around. I need to back upstairs and pack some more. There are over a hundred hats up there, that Ron had collected, and I guess, the boys can take what they want and I will sell the rest. He also had a pen and pencil collected, bet there are over a thousand pen and pencils in the container. They go to, can't keep them all.
I seem to be sleeping in bits and pieces, at least it seems that way. I was up at 5 this morning, so I had some breakfast and my coffee, then found myself back sleeping for another hour or two. Sheesh.
I don't seem to be getting much company these days. Not sure why. Does that mean that most of the company came to see Ron and not me? I don't know and I am not going to analyze it either. If they come, they come. I think it's maybe that I am out more than I am in. Right now I have been doing volunteer work for doing up taxes for those certain people. No charge either. It feels great helping other people by doing their taxes for nothing. I guess that's why I am still in the Lions, a great organization. would recommend it to everyone to join. Must run, I have a couple of appointments today that can't be missed. Till next time.
Monday, March 14, 2011
The Old Ice House
Why is it that sometimes something that happened in the past is now funny or seems funny. This incident at the time was serious I guess.
It concerned the old ice house with the big earthen pit and the huge bricks of ice that were occassionally put down there to keep everything cool. I wonder now at the extra work my parents had before electricity ever came. I too lived a brief two months without a refridgerator and I can appreciate what it took to keep food cool enough so that it wouldn't spoil.
Refridgerators may have been invented then, but we didn't have one. Mother and Father used to ship cream and butter to the creamery from time to time and it also was kept in the pit along with the everyday food.
This one day, the lid had been left open, or maybe the door to the ice house was left open, I am not sure now after all these years, it just happened., as things do happen from time to time. Mother was not at all pleased with this senario especially when she found a skunk parked in the bottom of the pit with all of our perishables.
Here is the crunch, how do you get a skunk out of a 10 foot hole? Yes it was that deep, everything was hauled up with a rope. A scream penetrated the air as Mother backed away from the shed where the pit was. Dad came running to see what was the matter when the smell hit him face on. He also let out a bellow calling whomever a few choice words.
A lively and heated discussion took place as to who was to blame, but the fact still stood that the skunk was still down in the pit and we were out of all of the food that was in the pit. Of course it would have to be destroyed. I can't remember if there was any cream cans or a large stock of butter down there or not.
My Dad decided the only way to get the animal out of the pit was to shoot it and my Mother was quite adamant that he not shoot it and ruin the pit while doing so. I couldn't figure out how at the time, but now I can as earth can soak up and contain scent for quite a spell. In the end after a period of waiting to see if the skunk could climb out of that 10 foot hole, Dad did shoot the creature. It was weeks before his clothing were wearable and the smell disappeared. During those days, you did not throw things away, you cleaned and reused. What with all of the food being destroyed and a pit that was unusable, my mother then canvassed my dad for a refrigerator.
I can't recall what type of fridge it was, but I can recall how my mother's workload was made easier with the fridge. It was also a treat for us children, we had easy access to the rich farm cream that clotted at the top, cool milk to drink whenever we wanted some, and a place to put all the leftovers in the kitchen within easy reach instead of using the pit.
It concerned the old ice house with the big earthen pit and the huge bricks of ice that were occassionally put down there to keep everything cool. I wonder now at the extra work my parents had before electricity ever came. I too lived a brief two months without a refridgerator and I can appreciate what it took to keep food cool enough so that it wouldn't spoil.
Refridgerators may have been invented then, but we didn't have one. Mother and Father used to ship cream and butter to the creamery from time to time and it also was kept in the pit along with the everyday food.
This one day, the lid had been left open, or maybe the door to the ice house was left open, I am not sure now after all these years, it just happened., as things do happen from time to time. Mother was not at all pleased with this senario especially when she found a skunk parked in the bottom of the pit with all of our perishables.
Here is the crunch, how do you get a skunk out of a 10 foot hole? Yes it was that deep, everything was hauled up with a rope. A scream penetrated the air as Mother backed away from the shed where the pit was. Dad came running to see what was the matter when the smell hit him face on. He also let out a bellow calling whomever a few choice words.
A lively and heated discussion took place as to who was to blame, but the fact still stood that the skunk was still down in the pit and we were out of all of the food that was in the pit. Of course it would have to be destroyed. I can't remember if there was any cream cans or a large stock of butter down there or not.
My Dad decided the only way to get the animal out of the pit was to shoot it and my Mother was quite adamant that he not shoot it and ruin the pit while doing so. I couldn't figure out how at the time, but now I can as earth can soak up and contain scent for quite a spell. In the end after a period of waiting to see if the skunk could climb out of that 10 foot hole, Dad did shoot the creature. It was weeks before his clothing were wearable and the smell disappeared. During those days, you did not throw things away, you cleaned and reused. What with all of the food being destroyed and a pit that was unusable, my mother then canvassed my dad for a refrigerator.
I can't recall what type of fridge it was, but I can recall how my mother's workload was made easier with the fridge. It was also a treat for us children, we had easy access to the rich farm cream that clotted at the top, cool milk to drink whenever we wanted some, and a place to put all the leftovers in the kitchen within easy reach instead of using the pit.
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