Friday, December 18, 2015

Friday Roundup

Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect.

Oren Arnold

Good morning friends.  The rain may have come down yesterday, but this morning it is cool and dry.  I'm off to do my food shopping for Christmas today.  We're having lasagna on Christmas Eve when the boys come over and a pernil for hubby and I on Christmas day.  I only wish all my kids, grands, and great grands can be together but they all live in different parts of the country.  I'm just thankful that they are all a part of my life now.  Speaking of grands, I was on Messenger with one of my granddaughters the other day, and when she said, "Grandmother, I love you" tears flowed from my eyes.  

Sometimes I think I don't deserve it, but the fact is, my mom, may she RIP, kept us apart and never told anyone that I'd been in contact.  I really don't like speaking ill of the dead, but the things my mom told them about me breaks my heart.  Like, she told my daughter that she was born with a broken hip because I got drunk and fell down the stairs.  So untrue.  I lived on the first floor with my mom.  What steps did I fall down?  And she told my son that he was born in withdrawal from heroin and that I was an addict who lived on the streets in New York.  Yes, I may have had a problem with alcohol  my younger days but haven't had a drink now in 24 years, and I never touched the stuff while I was pregnant with my daughter.  Even stopped smoking during that time. And I never EVER used heroin in my life.  Where she got that from I don't know. No wonder my son doesn't want to meet me.

But, despite it all, I've learned to let go of my anger and forgive. I only wish my mom and I could have had closure before she passed.  I've been trying to reach out to her in the hopes that we still might have some closure, and one day when I was seated at the computer I was suddenly overwhelmed with an especially sweet smelling woman's perfume.  I asked my daughter what my mom's favorite scent was, and she said she didn't know the name of it but it made her sneeze because it was so darned sweet.  I wonder.

Again the weatherman had it timed wrong,yesterday  but only by an hour or so. Didn't make it home before the rain as I thought I would. Got a little wet because it's hard to hold an umbrella in one hand and a cane in the other. So where to you hold the shopping bag. Hence, no umbrella. Good news though. I lost another pound. That's 44 altogether and I am now only 6 short of the illusive 50 and well past the halfway mark.

Well, have a good one.


  1. I am still trying to come to terms with some of the things my mother did/said/was. All I can do is let it go. She made her choices, and they are not mine.
    Congratulations on the weight loss.