I have resumed playing my violin after years of leaving it in it’s case, leaning against the wall. One of the primary reasons I didn’t play for so long was that I can’t see to read music anymore. I had a cornea transplant that resulted in an injury to my iris, and trying to read… Continue reading Challenges
I think one of the more interesting things about minimizing is what to do with the items I come across that reflect the “fantasy me”. Coming to terms with the things I had hoped to do one day, but realize will probably not happen. A quilt pattern I had hoped to make for my then… Continue reading Lightening Up
I’ve changed my mind about my theme for this blog. Well, I suppose I could consider it an evolution of sorts. I’ve joined the “minimalist” movement and I want to write about that. Although for me, it really started four years ago when we left Pittsburgh to come back to Michigan. We were living in… Continue reading Challenges
Something I struggle with is the strong correlation between the weather and my mood. As the weather gets increasingly dark, so does my mood. The past week or so has been cloudy and rainy each day, and despite strong efforts to the contrary, I feel my mood sinking down. It isn’t going to get better… Continue reading Darkness
Part of the aging process, unfortunately, often includes the death of our parents. This is a real challenge for most of us, and doing so with grace can seem impossible. I’m sure that my way of dealing with my parents’ deaths could have been much more graceful. And I am also certain that I am… Continue reading And So Is Hers. . .
My father was my hero. He and I had that special connection that fathers and daughters sometimes have. He could tell I was getting a cold before I ever felt it, and he could sense when someone hurt my feelings. When I still lived at home, he would go to our local dairy and get… Continue reading His Life Is Worth Writing About
A recent EKG came back with some “differences”. There was “evidence of a prior ischemic incident”, and a “T-wave inversion”. My PCP told me I needed to see a cardiologist. This was particularly worrisome, because my father had a history of heart disease, beginning at age 53. I am 59. So, continuing to be the… Continue reading Unnecessary Fear?