Started the week off with six xrays of my neck and four of my hand. The Dr. informs me that me that the arthritis in my neck is very bad. That in my hand not as bad as the neck. As much pain as I am in, I'm thankful it isn't anything worse.
Today my house looks like a tornado has hit it and the demons from hell are making all the noise they can. Why, you may ask. Because, I am getting a walk-in-tub installed. I have debated about it for the last year, but finally decided that even though I hate to spend the money, it has become a necessity. It will be finished by tomorrow night. What a tub. It does everything but standing and singing the National Anthem. Can't wait to try it.
Well, the sun is shining, a slight breeze is swaying the branches outside my window, and the noise from the bathroom convinces me that I should go out on the patio and read.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another.
Joyce
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
JOYCES JOTS
This week has started out with a bang. Went to the Dr. yesterday. Had six X-Rays on my neck and four on my hand. I have arthritis very bad in my neck. Also have it in my hand, but not as bad as the neck.However, I can't even carry a cup of coffee with my hand. As much pain as I am in, I am still thankful that it is only arthritis and not something much worse
Today, my house looks like a cyclone hit it, but this is good. I am having a new Walk-in-tub installed. I have had so much trouble with a regular bathtub that you wouldn't believe it. This tub will do everything but stand up and tap dance. I am looking forward to being a much cleaner person and hopefully one with a little less pain.
Well, it is a beautiful sunny day, a slight breeze blowing and a lot of noise coming from the bathroom. Think I'll go out on the patio and read......ah, the life of a senior citizen.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another
Joyce
Today, my house looks like a cyclone hit it, but this is good. I am having a new Walk-in-tub installed. I have had so much trouble with a regular bathtub that you wouldn't believe it. This tub will do everything but stand up and tap dance. I am looking forward to being a much cleaner person and hopefully one with a little less pain.
Well, it is a beautiful sunny day, a slight breeze blowing and a lot of noise coming from the bathroom. Think I'll go out on the patio and read......ah, the life of a senior citizen.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another
Joyce
Monday, July 9, 2012
JOYCE'S JOTS
Have you heard the story of America's Hero Dog for 2011? There was a short blurb about her in Sunday's paper and I was so impressed I thought I should tell you about her.
Her name is Roselle. She died in June of 2011 at the age of l3 years. What did she do to become so famous? She saved a man's life in a very dramatic way.
When the World Trades Center was demolished, on 9/11,Michael Hingson , a blind man, was working in his office on the 78th floor. Reselle led that gentleman down 1,483 steps to safety, saving his life.
I am a big dog lover and it amazes me when an animal can do such magnificent things. God bless our furry friends who make our life so complete. Three cheers to a very special Yellow Labrador.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another
Her name is Roselle. She died in June of 2011 at the age of l3 years. What did she do to become so famous? She saved a man's life in a very dramatic way.
When the World Trades Center was demolished, on 9/11,Michael Hingson , a blind man, was working in his office on the 78th floor. Reselle led that gentleman down 1,483 steps to safety, saving his life.
I am a big dog lover and it amazes me when an animal can do such magnificent things. God bless our furry friends who make our life so complete. Three cheers to a very special Yellow Labrador.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another
Friday, July 6, 2012
JOYCE'S JOTS
Well, the banana bread was great. In one word, Moist. As far as taste, I couldn't tell much difference. The best thing about it was it was my new "comfort food". From now on, it's blueberries in the batter.
Just finished reading Secret Lives of the First ladies, by Cormac O"Brien. It covered all wives up through Laura Bush. It is an interesting little book, with only four or five pages of information about each wife. It reveals some of their idiosyncrasies, their desire for or against their husband being president, their social life and their ability to be a president's wife.
Some wives gave great parties, a few were not very social, and there was one that forbid drinking, smoking, card playing or pool in the White House.
Decorating was also an interesting aspect of the women. From one wife to the next, some wives had very definite ideas on how the home should look and often quite different from one another.
A few had very tragic lives, such as Mary Todd Lincoln.
If you are snoopy like me and like to know all about people, you will really enjoy this book. It is light reading and sheds another aspect of Presidential life in the White House.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another.
Joyce
Just finished reading Secret Lives of the First ladies, by Cormac O"Brien. It covered all wives up through Laura Bush. It is an interesting little book, with only four or five pages of information about each wife. It reveals some of their idiosyncrasies, their desire for or against their husband being president, their social life and their ability to be a president's wife.
Some wives gave great parties, a few were not very social, and there was one that forbid drinking, smoking, card playing or pool in the White House.
Decorating was also an interesting aspect of the women. From one wife to the next, some wives had very definite ideas on how the home should look and often quite different from one another.
A few had very tragic lives, such as Mary Todd Lincoln.
If you are snoopy like me and like to know all about people, you will really enjoy this book. It is light reading and sheds another aspect of Presidential life in the White House.
Until next time,
Be Kind to One Another.
Joyce
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
JOYCE'S JOTS
I just put a loaf of banana bread in the oven. Tried something new. I added a cup of fresh blueberries. Will it be fantastic or a flop? Only time will tell. I let you know later.
Had a great day yesterday. I had pizza with a group of girls I taught over forty years ago. It was so much fun to figure out who they were (a couple I recognized) and to learn all about their lives now. They were a happy group and within a few minutes you would have thought we had seen each other just the other day. Good friends have no trouble relating.
I was sorry to learn of the death of two of the "girl's: husbands.
Two of the girls were still happily married to their high school sweethearts. That is so great. All of them had interesting stories to tell and one girl brought her ninety plus mom, who was certainly young at heart.
It is getting harder and harder for me to go places. Wish I had a big house and I could just have them all come here.
I missed a few of the girls that said they were coming, but didn't make it. I have always though so much of all "my kids" and I am very happy that they invited me. Thanks kids.
Until next time,
Be kind to one another.
Joyce
Had a great day yesterday. I had pizza with a group of girls I taught over forty years ago. It was so much fun to figure out who they were (a couple I recognized) and to learn all about their lives now. They were a happy group and within a few minutes you would have thought we had seen each other just the other day. Good friends have no trouble relating.
I was sorry to learn of the death of two of the "girl's: husbands.
Two of the girls were still happily married to their high school sweethearts. That is so great. All of them had interesting stories to tell and one girl brought her ninety plus mom, who was certainly young at heart.
It is getting harder and harder for me to go places. Wish I had a big house and I could just have them all come here.
I missed a few of the girls that said they were coming, but didn't make it. I have always though so much of all "my kids" and I am very happy that they invited me. Thanks kids.
Until next time,
Be kind to one another.
Joyce
Sunday, June 3, 2012
JOYCE'S JOTS
I really enjoyed reading in the Columbian newspaper this morning, about the kids who are graduating from high school this year. It is difficult for me to imagine how bright they are. They seem so mature to me as opposed to kids when I was a teen.
They planned to be everything from a Dr.,a musician, to a pilot and a rodeo competitor, and many other vocations. Not only were these their goals, they have been planning and studying for this even before they get out of high school. Wow.....how different is this than when I went to high school. How much wiser and more meaningful.
Most of the boys I knew were dying to get out of school so they could get a job. The girls wanted to get married and raise a family. The thought of college never even entered our minds. The only exception were the kids who come from families that had money, had been to college and had just naturally planned on their kids going to college too.
The thing most girls in my category saw the ads in the newspaper for Hope Chests......Ah, to have a beautiful cedar chest to put all our things we made for the home we hoped to have. We had a sewing group and we crocheted doilies, embroidered dish towels with days of the week on them. (must have a new dist towel every day you know), bought pillow case tubing and ironed on designs to embroider.
I got my cedar chest and all I could think about was how my house would look, etc. College never once entered my mind.
Twenty years later my husband and I went to college, but that's another story. All I can say is kudos to the kids of today. I wish them success in their lives and in following their dreams.
Until next time,
Be kind to one another.
Joyce
,
They planned to be everything from a Dr.,a musician, to a pilot and a rodeo competitor, and many other vocations. Not only were these their goals, they have been planning and studying for this even before they get out of high school. Wow.....how different is this than when I went to high school. How much wiser and more meaningful.
Most of the boys I knew were dying to get out of school so they could get a job. The girls wanted to get married and raise a family. The thought of college never even entered our minds. The only exception were the kids who come from families that had money, had been to college and had just naturally planned on their kids going to college too.
The thing most girls in my category saw the ads in the newspaper for Hope Chests......Ah, to have a beautiful cedar chest to put all our things we made for the home we hoped to have. We had a sewing group and we crocheted doilies, embroidered dish towels with days of the week on them. (must have a new dist towel every day you know), bought pillow case tubing and ironed on designs to embroider.
I got my cedar chest and all I could think about was how my house would look, etc. College never once entered my mind.
Twenty years later my husband and I went to college, but that's another story. All I can say is kudos to the kids of today. I wish them success in their lives and in following their dreams.
Until next time,
Be kind to one another.
Joyce
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Friday, June 1, 2012
JOYCE'S JOTS
Yesterday was Walt Whitman's Birthday. I love his Leaves of Grass. My favorite poem in that book is A Child went "Forth. In the poem he describes all the things that a child encounters during a cay and how those things all become a part of him.
It always takes me back to when I taught Kindergarten. Each thing those kids did each day became part of them. In fact, when you stop to think about it, everything that we come in contact each day also becomes a part of us. The way we thin,k the way we react to scents and sounds, etc.
A few years ago,I took a class in creative writing with a group of kids that had just graduated from high school. I wasn't sure how they would react to an older woman in their class, but not to worry. We had a blast and I really enjoyed it. Our instructor asked us to pick one of our favorite poets and write a poem using his or her style. I would like to share the poem I wrote using A child went Forth as the style I chose.
An old woman went out every day
and each thing she saw, that thing she became,
and that thing became part of her for the day
or a certain part of
the day or for many years, or styretching' \
cycles of years.
The misting pond b became a part
of this woman,
and ducks, and brown and orange lilies, and
brown and
orange leaves, and the whistle of
the meadow lark,
and the eight-month corn, and the tomatoes'
red shining skins,
and the green-bean vines, and the
verdant cukes
and the abundant harvest of the field, or in the
kitchen garden.
And the ants, trudging slowly
through there, and
the rich, moist earth,
and the wiggling worms with their long, thin
forms all became a part of her.
The school books of ninth-month and tenth
month became a part of her.
Osmiroid-lettering pens, and
black ink and the
parchment paper in profusion, and the paint
post filled with color and the
pictures afterward.
And note-books, and the simplest pencils in
their box,
and the young girl of aubergine-hair
and rose tattoo,
drawing pictures on the chalk board, and the
boy that swaggered past on
his way to the library,
and the happy girls that past
and the lonely girls,
and the tall word-wise professor, and the
colorful art instructor, and the new
attitude in both school and public
wherever she went.
This became a part of that old woman who
went out every day, and who
now becomes, and will always
become every day.
Thanks Walt
So, until next time
Be Kind to One-Another
Joyce
It always takes me back to when I taught Kindergarten. Each thing those kids did each day became part of them. In fact, when you stop to think about it, everything that we come in contact each day also becomes a part of us. The way we thin,k the way we react to scents and sounds, etc.
A few years ago,I took a class in creative writing with a group of kids that had just graduated from high school. I wasn't sure how they would react to an older woman in their class, but not to worry. We had a blast and I really enjoyed it. Our instructor asked us to pick one of our favorite poets and write a poem using his or her style. I would like to share the poem I wrote using A child went Forth as the style I chose.
An old woman went out every day
and each thing she saw, that thing she became,
and that thing became part of her for the day
or a certain part of
the day or for many years, or styretching' \
cycles of years.
The misting pond b became a part
of this woman,
and ducks, and brown and orange lilies, and
brown and
orange leaves, and the whistle of
the meadow lark,
and the eight-month corn, and the tomatoes'
red shining skins,
and the green-bean vines, and the
verdant cukes
and the abundant harvest of the field, or in the
kitchen garden.
And the ants, trudging slowly
through there, and
the rich, moist earth,
and the wiggling worms with their long, thin
forms all became a part of her.
The school books of ninth-month and tenth
month became a part of her.
Osmiroid-lettering pens, and
black ink and the
parchment paper in profusion, and the paint
post filled with color and the
pictures afterward.
And note-books, and the simplest pencils in
their box,
and the young girl of aubergine-hair
and rose tattoo,
drawing pictures on the chalk board, and the
boy that swaggered past on
his way to the library,
and the happy girls that past
and the lonely girls,
and the tall word-wise professor, and the
colorful art instructor, and the new
attitude in both school and public
wherever she went.
This became a part of that old woman who
went out every day, and who
now becomes, and will always
become every day.
Thanks Walt
So, until next time
Be Kind to One-Another
Joyce
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