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Paradox, I think I'd be tempted to if I didn't have a friend encouraging me and sometimes helping. Today she didn't come over. But in total I found eleven pieces. That's eleven I don't have to look for tomorrow; eleven I don't have to sort through as Pinga pointed out. I'm getting there. But 11 out of 1,000? Slow - frustrating. But oh the thrill of finding each one.

Its that threshold of the 1% accountant ... said to be mat thew ... perhaps matt hew allows for the cut-outs ... thew is too much like blown right throu' ... one in 99? Lord Rumford's empiric with passing radiations ... it too suggest light being round, dark the same in rings ...
 
Only found eight puzzle pieces yesteerday, as I left the house at 3:00 pm for the remaindee of the day.
With my cousin and his wife, we drove down to the NS/NB border, near the bridge to PEI, to attend a square dance as part of a Maritime Callers Convention. Treated to two hours of dancing with a dozen or so different callers - using calls from the same lists but with different styles of calling and different abilities. Learned to really appreciate our caller; and not just because we are used to him. He is good - and acknowledged to be Good among the other callers.
Unfortunately I noticed in this unfamiliar setting that, despite carefully moderating my medication, my tremor was worse than usual - and at one point I noticed that it sometimes effects my right hand as well. Worrisome. How much longer will I be able to participate in all the activities I enjoy? I have to live in the present - one day at a time. Short term plans - like what to do this summer rather than thinking ahead to next year, and definitely not beyond that.
 
Thankful for the sun this morning, for family and time with same.

Disappointed that someone went into the greenhouses, stole a bike. Appears to be only thing gone.
 
Bike thieves are so universally hated. There is something about stealing a person's bike that is worse than the monetary value associated with the crime. As a cyclist, I support the death penalty only in the case of bike theft.
 
Bike thieves are so universally hated. There is something about stealing a person's bike that is worse than the monetary value associated with the crime. As a cyclist, I support the death penalty only in the case of bike theft.

An encyclical? Sort like papal bou-el when the bust and explosion gets to yah .. that's the temper!
 
Too many funerals this year. Today, I attended one for an 88 year old member of our congregation. It was a small group of us there, but filled with much togetherness, love and fond memories.
 
Too many funerals this year. Today, I attended one for an 88 year old member of our congregation. It was a small group of us there, but filled with much togetherness, love and fond memories.

Always too many funerals in a church these days. We had one last Friday for a very dearly beloved 92 year old. Had been a trustee for the last 30 years. A gentle man, in every sense of the word. He leaves a totally stricken 92 year old widow, his childhood sweetheart and lifelong love.
 
Always too many funerals in a church these days. We had one last Friday for a very dearly beloved 92 year old. Had been a trustee for the last 30 years. A gentle man, in every sense of the word. He leaves a totally stricken 92 year old widow, his childhood sweetheart and lifelong love.
Awww....It doesn't matter how old someone is; some losses just hurt.
 
My UU fellowship was going through the same thing while I was there. It was founded in the fifties by what then would have been young professionals. Now, the few who are left are in at least their eighties. Most kind of withdrew in recent years anyhow as the direction of the congregation shifted.
 
Too many funerals this year. Today, I attended one for an 88 year old member of our congregation. It was a small group of us there, but filled with much togetherness, love and fond memories.

Yes, my Aunt's A's roommate and my Aunt M both just passed. :(
 
Last year seemed for me to be the year I was attending funerals almost every week or so (or so it seemed).

This year for me personally it seems to have slowed down.

Bette, sometime it seems that elderly people who have been together for decades just can't live without the other. Two friends that I did lose a few months ago - They were living in their own home, he was still driving their car and living an active life several years past 90. She was less well, quite deaf, but still getting out. Then he had a severe stroke after bowling one afternoon. When it became evident that he wouldn't be able to live at home again, her daughter helped her move to a special care home. A few months later, he died. She followed a week or so later.
Again in the obits in the newspaper I read of a husband and wife, married over 75 years, dying within 24 hours of each other -- a joint funeral.
 
Oh, Seeler, I know. My old guys' parents are in their late 80s. We're not great friends or anything, but I keep in touch with what's up with them, and help out if I'm needed (everyone has to be pretty desperate to ask me, lol). They were smart enough to move into a condo in their 70s, and she can still drive (although, if you ask me, it's a bit yikesy, but she really only drives to drs appointments in the day time, in town, so less worried than I might be; also, she has to navigate a very inconvenient large concrete pole to get out of her spot, so that keeps her 'spatial knowledge' skills up a bit). They have been married for 68 years. I cannot imagine one lasting even months without the other.
 
Hey Bette - I recall you saying a while back that one of your offspring was almost home - trusting he arrived safe & sound.
 
Oh, Seeler, I know. My old guys' parents are in their late 80s. We're not great friends or anything, but I keep in touch with what's up with them, and help out if I'm needed (everyone has to be pretty desperate to ask me, lol). They were smart enough to move into a condo in their 70s, and she can still drive (although, if you ask me, it's a bit yikesy, but she really only drives to drs appointments in the day time, in town, so less worried than I might be; also, she has to navigate a very inconvenient large concrete pole to get out of her spot, so that keeps her 'spatial knowledge' skills up a bit). They have been married for 68 years. I cannot imagine one lasting even months without the other.
I love the word 'yikesy'....That gives me a clear picture of her driving. I have to admit something at this point: I admire people who know when to sell their homes, downsize, and even quit driving. I hope I will be realistic about my age and abilities as I move forward in life.
 
Hey Bette - I recall you saying a while back that one of your offspring was almost home - trusting he arrived safe & sound.

I'm surprised I didn't announce. Yes, he arrived safely a week ago last Tuesday (bit unexpectedly; he was sorta stuck in Northern Ontario, then caught an 18 hour truck ride. He's been visiting local friends, hanging out, helping me, since then. I delivered him to his Dad's today. He's supposed to get himself back here in time to help out with the strawberry supper.
 
Talking about yiekesy driving skills: I had planned to visit the Berlin Reichstag ( parliament) with my mom, which has a glass dome and you have to make a reservation for it online ahead of time. It didn't work out last year, because my mom didn't manage to make the reservation, so I did it this year from Canada.
Mom managed to arrange for her wheelchair bus to pick us up. The drop off was on a narrow busy road next to the parliament. She had to drive on the road backwards to where the sidewalk was lower, basically facing the oncoming trafic for 20 meters. There was a double-decker bus coming right at us, which could not swerf, because of a pedestrian island in the middle of the road, but mom just started driving right at it. Not sure if you can imaging standing right in front of a double-decker bus. I had to yell at my mom several times to stop ( waiting at the spot we were standing, there was not any danger). She stopped eventually, but declared" we would have made it" ( we would not).
Today is my last day here and we are going to fix up my dad's grave with some fresh flowers and have a family outing with my brother and sister in the afternoon. It is sad and it is good to leave. i would like to take a bit of the load off my siblings on a more regular basis, but hanging out with my mom daily for two weeks straight also wasn't exactly a vacation and I am moving on to spend a week with my best friend in southern Germany.
 
I am glad Mrs. Anteater that you could have the time with your Mom. Despite the story of her wanting to play chicken with a double decker bus I'm sure you made memories and kept your connection strong. You are wise now to recharge with a good friend before heading back to your daily life.


I am off this week to see my family as my oldest sister is getting married next sat.
 
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