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12 ideas to celebrate 12 days of Christmas

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Many of us have put up our Christmas tree and decorated our homes looking for happier times ahead. But what about our loved ones in assisted living or nursing homes? They probably are not able to join you or be close to family this time of year. Their tree and decorations are put up by staff members mostly. How about making the 12 days of Christmas brighter for them this year? Here are 12 ideas:

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Outlined the hands of my 3 grandchildren to make branches and youngest grandson’s foot for trunk. Photo by slc
  1. Buy or make 12 cards to send each day until Christmas. Your loved ones will know you are thinking about them every day during this holiday season.
  2. Have your children and/or grandchildren, or even you, create some crafts. Pinterest has lots of ideas like the one I created with my three grandkids three years ago pictured on the right. Everyone loves handmade gifts, plus it’s fun making them!
  3. Take a picture of the family or make a collage if the family isn’t able to get together. Have a canvas print made at Walgreens or Walmart. These prints look like a painting and will be treasured.
  4. Have a special treat such as a favorite meal or dessert delivered to them.
  5. Remember, during this time your loved one may not be able to get out to shop. Last year, I sent my Mom some black bootie socks as she is wheelchair bound and she doesn’t wear shoes. The white ones she had were pretty dingy looking. Small gift but easy to mail and useful.
  6. Send copies of old photos along with a short note of remembrance of the time.
  7. Order a book online and have it mailed to your loved one directly to save yourself shipping costs.
  8. Purchase a coloring book and colored pencils for them. I love coloring in mine on lonely nights.
  9. My Mom always liked doing word searches but is no longer able to. If your parents can still do them buy a couple and send one a week along with a card.
  10. Send a small poinsettia, small tree or Christmas bouquet for them to enjoy during the season. Don’t wait until Christmas.
  11. Write and send a poem or a story about something joyful that happened in your childhood. Maybe describe your happiest holiday memory which included your loved one.
  12. Ask them if you could send Christmas cards out for them this year. Again, they may not be able to get out to pick any up or to get stamps. They could dictate a small note for you to include in the card. Relatives and friends would probably love hearing from them.

No partridge in a pear tree needed, just your love and a daily prayer too. Do you have an idea to share?

Rabbit rabbit

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Today is December 1, 2020. So what? you might ask. Well this is the day my luck is going to change. This morning when I woke I said, “Rabbit rabbit.” Now, I will have good luck for the month.

I first heard this saying years ago when my daughter, grade school at the time, told me that if you say rabbit, rabbit on the first day of the month it will bring you good luck. She said she heard of it on television. I think it was Pee Wee Herman’s Playhouse, a Saturday morning show.

Dictionary.com reports, “…the phrase rabbit rabbit is a long-held superstition thought to bring about good luck. But it’s not to be uttered just any old random day. Rather, if you say it on the first day of the month before any other words come out of your mouth, then luck is thought to be coaxed your way. If you get your rabbits in, luck is yours for 30 days … or so goes the folklore.” Even the Farmer’s Almanac states the saying, “can be traced back to a 1909 British periodical called Notes And Queries.”

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Aftermath of neighbors Halloween party, Photo by slc

In the past 30 days I have had two unlucky events occur. One, my fence was broken when underaged drinking teenagers climbed over it as the cops knocked on the neighbor’s door. The kids were having a large, and loud, Halloween party. About 40-50 kids climbed the fence into my backyard and broke the side gate to get out. I just finished the repairs last week. Now, I need to try to get compensated for the expenses.

The second event occurred after the Cameron Peak wildfire restriction was lifted. I drove up to my cabin property to find a large slash pile in my parking area. I am thankful the fire did not reach our area of Glen Haven and I understand the need to put the pile somewhere in the open. That was not the real bad luck event.

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Slash pile is in the foreground, Photo by slc

This slash pile did not come from my property. I spent the last three years and $800 to clear debris and limbs on my property. The unlucky event came after it took me an hour to move the pile to an out of the way place, thinking no one would be back to get it until spring or summer. However, someone did come back.

The next day they returned and chipped the entire pile onto a grassy area on my property. When I saw this I was livid. The debris covered shrubs I planted for erosion control as well as the grass around my new shed. This once beautiful area is now buried in 3-4 inches of cedar and pine tree bark and needles. All I could see was more restoration work. This should not have been my work to do.

I contacted the county Office of Emergency Management and they said they were sorry but there was nothing they could do about it.

So, today starts a new month and better luck; I hope and pray. Rabbit rabbit.

I’ve been moved, again

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Photo by Abbreviations.com

As the former spouse of an IBM employee for 21 years, my family experienced six corporate moves. The joke among us was that IBM didn’t stand for International Business Machines, but instead it stood for I’ve Been Moved. I recently moved again. This time I chose to move to be closer to my grandchildren, reduce expenses and to leave a toxic neighborhood.

I have three grandbabies, ages almost 9, 7 and 5. They are growing up so fast. Before Covid-19, they were active in soccer, basketball, dance, piano, volleyball, and t-ball. I drove 30 minutes one way to watch them perform for about 45 minutes and loved every minute of it. Now, I’m just five minutes away when sports start again. Being close to family helps me out too if I need help. No need to consider travel time when planning our outings.

By moving from one county to another and buying a smaller home, my property taxes have decreased. Next year, instead of paying $2,422 in Larimer County, I’ll be paying $1,770 in Weld County, saving me $652. However, I believe Weld County is behind in updating property values so taxes will surely rise in the future. In addition, I moved to a property without an Homeowners Association (HOA) so I will save $544 a year in dues. While these amounts are not large, every little bit helps when health care and other expenses keep rising while my salary as a substitute teacher stays the same.

Some of you may remember I lived in an older (age of homes and residents) and a somewhat toxic neighborhood with a self-managed HOA. I referred to it as a Harassing, Overbearing Authority. The neighbors, with a few exceptions, were busy bodies. They made comments either to my face, through email, or by leaving a note on my door about everything. From what plants are you planting to how often do I walk my dog. One woman even asked me how I was able to afford my home on my own. They were always in my business and the HOA, in my opinion, was mismanaged.

This past January I had had enough when HOA dues were raised again to cover management errors. I tolerated this unpleasant situation for over seven years. I even joined the board as president for 2-1/2 years to try to make a difference.

Even though I spent a lot of time and money on my house to make it a home, I put it on the market and moved in September. After living in Loveland, CO for 24 years, I now live in peace and enjoy the community where I worked as a teacher for 14 years.

So yes, I’ve been moved many times but this time I chose to move. It wasn’t easy, in fact it was overwhelming and very stressful at times, probably why most retirees stay in their homes. I am happy and relieved to have left a toxic situation and begin a new chapter with my family nearby.

If you’ve made a similar move recently, please share your experience in the comment section below.

First day of school during a pandemic

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My grandsons first day of preschool, Photo by nro

School children around the world have first day of school pictures taken at home by parents who may or may not be sending their children back to school this fall. Some are staying home and attending school remotely while others are attending school in person on an abbreviated schedule as part of a cohort. I began my first day of school during the pandemic last week as a substitute teacher at a charter school.

Many retirees work part time as school crossing guards, bus drivers or substitute teachers. I have worked as a sub since retiring from full time teaching in 2015 to pay my taxes. This past March, we received an email that schools were closing and students would participate in remote learning instead. No notice. We were furloughed. My last day was March 4th. My future assigned jobs were cancelled. I was told I could file for unemployment benefits but chose not to since I was receiving a small pension. Others needed the assistance more than I did. I hoped I could get by if I cut my spending, which I did since everything was closed.

September 8th was my first day returning to work since the pandemic closed schools. I looked forward to the return because I missed being in the classroom with young people and, truth be told, I needed the money. Fear of getting sick didn’t enter my mind. When I taught full time and even when I subbed in the past, my daily routine included cleaning my classroom. Flu and other germs were present then and my health and that of my students was always a concern. This day was no different.

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Disinfectant table; Photo by slc

So, what is different about working in a school since the pandemic and new CDC guidelines? Greeted by tape on the hallway floors to separate students I also noticed the drinking fountains were taped off so they could not be used. Students could only use the restrooms one at a time during class time. High school students had to wait three minutes for the middle school students to pass through the halls before they left the classroom. Masks were required, of course, but so was the container of disinfectant and wipes outside each classroom. Students took a wipe before entering the classroom to clean their desk top and chair.

Each student was assigned to a Covid group including a virtual group. On my first day, group one included ten students; one student was absent. We also had a “mask free” time where we left the school building and walked around the parking lot while still social distancing. It was kind of like a recess. Back in the classroom, students had to social distance while at their desks.

Other than my glasses fogging up due to wearing glasses with a mask, nothing has really changed about working in a school with one exception. As a substitute I typically walk around the room and observe what students are reading or writing, but on September 8th I sat at the teacher’s desk in order to keep good social distancing.

I survived my first day of school during a pandemic and went back for day two on September 11th. Were you furloughed? Have you returned to work? Please share your story in the comment section below. Stay safe!

Badge of Military Merit

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The Badge of Military Merit is “one of the most recognized and respected medals awarded to members of the U.S. armed forces” according to the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs. The Purple Heart, as it is also known, is the nation’s oldest military award. It was introduced by General George Washington in 1782.

Badge of Military Merit, Photo by armyhistory.org

When I was out walking my dog Goldi the other day in downtown Loveland, we happened by an older model pickup with a camper attached. In the driver’s seat sat was an older gentleman. He was alone and parked with his window down as if he was waiting for me. As we approached the front of the vehicle I noticed the license plate. It bore the insignia of a veteran awarded a Purple Heart. I just had to stop and say hello and thank this man for his service.

Lawrence is a veteran of the Korean War and the recipient of the Badge of Military Merit, the Purple Heart. His brother was killed in that war along with almost 40,000 other Americans. More than 100,000 were wounded.

Lawrence has lived in Loveland since 1959, the year I was born and just a few years after the Korean War ended.

While I don’t know why Lawrence was sitting in his pickup that day, I believe I was supposed to meet him and thank him for his service. We owe a lot to the men and women who put on a soldier’s uniform and fight for this country. Thank you Lawrence. It was honor meeting you and I hope our paths cross again.

Listening to God and Heidi

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Normally, when I venture 25 miles west to my cabin in the woods I do so with a plan of work in mind. Insulating, watering, cleaning, moving, cutting. But today God had a different plan for me and I actually found myself listening to God and Heidi.

First, I took the wind chimes off the hook from behind my shed door and I hung them on the shepherd’s crook as I always do upon my arrival in the Glen. I read somewhere that they help keep bears away. I like that idea but I also love the delicate sound they make. Next, I went about emptying out my vehicle and staging the tools and water where I would need them.

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Reading & Writing in Nature, Photo by slc

Instead of starting in on the work I had planned, I planted the irises I brought from my yard in town. These are very special irises. They are from my garden club friends Betty and Marie. Betty, the rosarian, shared them with Marie and Marie lovingly shared them with me. These beautiful ladies are now in Heaven attending to God’s garden. And now some of their spirit, through their irises, endures at my cabin in Glen Haven.

It rained here last night or early this morning so I don’t have to water plants today. Instead, I sat down at my picnic table to begin a book author Heidi Herman and her publisher sent me to review. The book On With the Butter! Spread More Living onto Everyday Life is small but mighty so far. After just one chapter, I had to write.

A loud call of a crow warns me that my dog little Goldi is chasing a small black squirrel she wanted to meet. A hummingbird wizzes by as the tall pines add background music with the sound of the wind. Yellow wildflowers abound under my feet and around the picnic table where I relax and write.

Time to stop for a minute to pick a few flowers to add a bouquet to my table.

I am so glad I am listening to God, and Heidi, today to stop and enjoy the day at my Memory Lane Mountain Retreat. How about you? Are you listening to God these days?

Surviving the pandemic with patience, prayer and painting

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We’ve all seen the news and posts on Facebook. You know, the grim predictions of hundreds of thousands of deaths, stay at home orders and mask wearing, not to mention the ones that point fingers at our state and national leaders. These newscasts and posts are full of fear, worry and sometimes even hate. How are we to survive this pandemic? I found patience, prayer and painting helped.

I feel I have not really been living life during this pandemic. Having patience is not ordinarily one of my virtues. I’ve just been getting by. We have given up so much. For me, I gave up:

  • Visits with my family and friends and hugs from my grandkids
  • Attending church on Sunday mornings because the churches closed
  • My part time job as a substitute teacher because teachers were working remotely
  • Participating in book club or going out to eat with friends because we were told not to gather
  • Participating in Bible study with friends, again, because the church was closed
  • Shopping at my favorite stores because they too were closed

I felt as though I retired all over again and had to create a new life.

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