February-Out Like A Lion, March In Like a Lamb

Whatever the saying is I think I may have changed it up a bit. Believe me it was necessary considering  how disastrous February was for me and for others around me. If it wasn't the two feet plus of snow we received, being stuck indoors for a week, truck being down for two weeks with repairs AGAIN, and two many other things to even want to bring up again, basically I have felt all month that I have been skating on very thin ice.

Praying, trying to repeat to yourself over and over again things will get better, rubbing the worry stone (I really need to pick one of those up the next time I see one), you begin to run out of ways to try and keep your blood pressure down.

Everyone these days has at least one problem or issue. If you say you don't you are probably in complete denial or one of those happy go lucky people (gee, I wish I could trade in my Type A personality for the alternative).

Some people refer to Facebook rants or shares, I often write in haste and then hit the delete button just as quickly, TMI sometimes you just need to push yourself away from the keyboard.

One situation this month put everything into perspective a little on how maybe we are moving to fast and need to take a step back and go back to the good old days.

I drew straws to deliver Meals on Wheels one week this month and everyday my last delivery was to a sweet little 90 year old lady in a trailer park. She lives alone, in a little old trailer and is always very nice and appreciative of her meal and newspaper everyday. I know she lives in a park that has been bought by a business that will be clearing the area for their expanding business. My curiosity got the better of me on the last day because I know soon she will be moving away. I asked her if she had made plans yet to move to another site. She stated no she hadn't as of yet but that she still had some time in which too move (11 months). She said that she had faith in God that she would find a place. Unfortunately, she had found out after coming back from being in the hospital after breaking a hip that the park had been sold and that she would have to move. She said she hated to leave the trailer that her and her late husband had bought the trailer brand new in 1982 and that they both had lived there together until he passed away several years ago. Because of the trailers age she probably would not be able to have it moved, so at 90 she will literally have to uproot herself somewhere else.

So as we move into March, I take a deep breath close my eyes and look forward to the sun melting the snow still outside my window,  and click my feet together like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and say it will get better, it will get better. 18 days until Spring. The countdown begins.

Terrific,Terrible Tuesday

This was a day for the books. It seemed like I was all over the place with an unbelievable schedule. Got my hour walk in the morning that helped to at least pump me up for the day. It's amazing how much better it makes me feel.

Then it was on for a hair trim and conversation with one of my many therapists (just kidding). I told him that he wears many hats having an occupation of hairdresser. I try to spare him a lot of my issues because I know he hears many throughout the day.

Mid afternoon it was off to Meals on Wheels board meeting. I cross my fingers that we will get more people involved that can have staying power. It seems we lose alot to age, health--you get the idea. I am the youngest involved in the board, where the average age is 60+. Nothing against experience but it just makes it more difficult to move into the future with what we need to do to help more people. Can only hope that things will get better with time.

Late in the day it was a trip to the veterinarian for my little white Biscon Snookie. We found a lump on his backside a couple of months ago and needed to make the decision that it needed to be looked at. He is scheduled for surgery on Friday to have it removed. He has no clue but truthfully I am scared to death. We won't really know until pathology report comes back so have a feeling my weekend and early next week will be nerve racking until the verdict is in. He is special to our family and he is still a young guy of 6 1/2 so pray and keeping fingers crossed that it's nothing.

The end of my day consisted of a kick off for my second year in the fitness makeover. It's small scale compared to Biggest Loser but a good motivator. There are 7 on our team and we are all ready to get moving. After receiving all our information a couple of us went to a Women's Wine Tasting Night at a local establishment that has recently opened up with good reviews (yes I know drinking wine probably isn't on most diet plans but somedays you just have to splurg) I am by no means a wine aficionado but it was interesting. They mixed a wine (don't remember the name but it was an Austrian wine) with a sample of salmon. My take on it was that the first taste wasn't impressive but after the third the two did compliment each other fairly well. They do this every Tuesday evening and I hope to be able to attend more and maybe get a little more educated about wine and what to buy. I usually just buy it for the taste, price, and the pretty label. Not exactly what you are suppose to do but it usually works for me.

I ended the evening by finishing my most recent book "A Redbird Christmas" by Fannie Flagg. I had read a short review on this on another blog and when I saw it was in at the library I snatched it up. It's a very quick read and was truly a great ending to my day. In a nutshell the book is about hope, believing, and a wishes do come true. I am surprised it hasn't been made as a movie for the holidays by Lifetime or Hallmark Channel. I would definitely recommend it. It brought a couple tears to my eyes, but hey it doesn't take much for me to turn on the water works....