sol#SOL17 Day 26

To conquer frustration one must remain intensely focused on the outcome, not the obstacles. ~T.F. Hodge


I got  this prompt from Rip the Page by Karen Benke.  I purchased the book after I saw another idea used by another slicer!


Frustration, with her sick sense of humor,

waits to appear until I am trying

to accomplish a task.

She giggles when something

is beyond my grasp.

She chuckles when I stumble.

She brings along her close friends,

annoyance, irritation, and exasperation.

They speak in hushed whispers

secretly laughing at my inability

To complete the job at hand.

Together they mock me,

unknowingly make me more resolute.











sol#SOL17 Day 25

Surprises are the greatest gift life can grant us. ~ Boris Pasternak

Surprises are always nice.  This morning my daughter called and said she would come and make dinner for us.  Great!  What you need to know is I very rarely cook.  My husband is a chef, and he not only cooks every night, but he grocery shops each week as well.

Recently my husband started a new job.  He is now cooking at a new Italian Market that just opened this past week.  Needless to say, he is working some long hours because the store is brand new.  With me still being on the walker, I am not doing much cooking myself, so when Angela said she would cook, I jumped right on it.

It turned out to be a cooking co-op.  Angela made a delicious chicken dish – enough for tonight and some for the freezer.  I made broccoli with bread crumb topping and sauteed mushrooms the way my father-in-law use to make.  My husband brought home some rolls and chocolate chip cookies.

We had a delicious dinner with Angela, her husband Ryan, and my grandson, Parker.  If she didn’t come over, we may have gone out to eat or made some omelets.  Not only that, Parker and I got some snuggle time.  Surprises are always nice.


Five-Minute-Friday-4 I just joined a new writing group called Five Minute Friday.  Every week I will get a new word delivered to my inbox and have to write about that word for five minutes and then post.  I am looking forward to a new challenge.

Embrace the glorious mess that you are.  ~ Elizabeth Gilbert

I am having some difficulty embracing the ways my body seems to be deserting me.  First it was arthritis and creaky knees that need to be replaced eventually that some days made it hard for me to walk long distances.

Next it was the achy joints and intense fatigue which led to a diagnosis of fibromyalgia.  Just when I was getting use to the changes that brought with it –

BOOM!  A pelvic fracture.  My body is beginning to spontaneously combust.

This latest diagnosis of osteoporosis has me longing for a do-over.  Could I have prevented some of these things from happening? I don’t know for sure, but I do know that I need to embrace the changes or I won’t be able to move forward. I will be stuck in a place of what ifs.


Black and Blue

sol#SOL17 Day 22

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts. ~ Marcus Aurelius

Getting dressed in the morning can be a real “treat”

when you’re trying to match your pants to the socks on your feet.

Why does the color navy look so much like black?

I thought these were blue, but I might be off track.

 I even asked my husband, “Are these pants navy?”

“Let me see,” he said, “I think so – well maybe.”

You need just the right light to know the exact hue.

So, I worried all day – Are they black or are they blue?




Good Morning

sol#SOL17  Day 18


However long the night, the dawn will break. ~African Proverb

Dawn is breaking.

The sun’s rays

gently awakening

the tree tops,

spreading slowly –

from top to bottom

until the entire tree

is bathed in yellow

ready to say,

“Good Morning.”


Gerbil on a Wheel

sol#SOL17  Day 15

Beware the barrenness of a busy life. ~Socrates

Today I am feeling like a frustrated gerbil on the wheel.

  1. My cul-de-sac was not plowed out yesterday.  I thought the township would have plows working all night, so when I woke up this morning and saw untouched snow gracing the end of my driveway I was angry.  That meant that I was not going to be able to get my Honda Accord out of the driveway.  My husband had to drive me to work, and my sister-in-law had to pick me up.  I really hate not being able to be independent.
  2. We had a two-hour delay which shortens all classes to 35 minutes.  Ugh!  I had a test scheduled, and I really needed to get it in before we begin standardized testing on Friday.
  3. Speaking of standardized testing, I also need to get in another practice test before Monday which meant it needed to be today or tomorrow.  Great – Thursday I have a double period. That will work right?  Wrong!  I forgot that several of my students were going on a Model UN trip on Thursday, so I had to find time to get it in today. Just where will I find that time?
  4. With snow on the ground, we had indoor recess, which means I had to stay in with my class.  I felt like I had about 10 minutes for lunch, although it was actually 30. I didn’t have time to eat my orange though.
  5. Today was report card day.  Usually our principal distributes the report cards to each student, but due to the schedule change he was not going to be able to do it.  We were to give them out at the end of the day.  I almost forgot.
  6. I got home to a few voice mail messages.  I returned a call to the insurance company.  I knew that they probably wouldn’t talk to me about my husband’s insurance, but I gave it a try anyway.  Shot down.  I will put that on my list for tomorrow.
  7. I have a broken tooth.  I wanted to call the dentist today and try to get an appointment, but that did not happen.  I hope I remember to call tomorrow, so that I get appointment before I break any more of it.  Thank goodness it is a back tooth.

My day was not bad.  I definitely have had worse.  It was just too crowded!

Feeling Helpless

sol#SOL Day 12    


This past Friday marks two weeks since I received a tearful phone call from my best friend’s daughter telling me that her dad had suffered cardiac arrest, and they weren’t sure if he would make it through the night. The fabulous medical staff was keeping him alive with a special machine called an ECMO.

That call set off a chain of phone calls.  First to our pastor, and then to the women in our book club.  The ten of us have been together for the past 13 years, and have experienced a variety of life events together. But nothing prepared us for this. We began to storm the heavens with prayers and wait to hear good news.

Over these past two weeks I have only spoken to my friend, Robyn once by phone, a few times by text.  Her journey is unimaginable.  For every step forward they take two steps back.  Her husband of nearly 40 years is in the fight of his life, in a drug-induced coma, unable to communicate with his family. Robyn is a strong woman, whose strength is being tested beyond belief.

Robyn and I have been friends for over 25 years.  We worked across the hall from each other for 20 years.  As our friendship grew, we talked every morning before school began, sharing almost everything. We talked about our husbands, and children, life events – happy and sad.  We shared our feelings and fears, joys and accomplishments. We were each other’s therapists.

We still work together, but are not across the hall, so we have to make a point to see each other and keep up with the news of our families. Robyn is always the first one I want to share good news with or ask for advice when I am struggling with a situation. She knows just what to say.  She is good at helping me put things into perspective, as I hope I am for her.

Right now I feel helpless.  I want to talk to Robyn, help her somehow through this ordeal, but that’s not what she needs.  She needs me to be here when she is ready to talk.  I want to respect her wishes.  She just can’t rehash every day’s details even though so many of us want to know how her husband is doing – how she is doing.  I text her every couple of days with an inspirational picture/quote just to let her know that I am thinking of her.  She knows even without the text, but I need to do something.

All I can do is pray. I think about Robyn all the time, every day. I send good thoughts her way, and keep the women in our book club updated, and we pray.  I want to do more, but I pray.