Over the weekend I was reading Annie's blog( I think) or it may have been Sue who was asked by friends what they do all day, so I have been thinking exactly what do I do all day now that I'm retired and living in my retirement home? Have I gotten Yang and I so scheduled and organized? Is my home office neat and functional? Is my house so clean anyone is welcome to eat off of my floors? Does my home have a fresh dash of spring curb appeal? The answer is a loud NO! My days consist of tiny blocks o
I think I missed the memo or was absent the day they discussed the bonus's of negative thinking. I'd like to point out that it takes just as much effort to think POSITIVE as it does to think negatively. For some thinking and being negative is a bad habit, the easy way to think or act. In the act of thinking or being positive, the view is much better and I think as a survivor that is limited in energy, being positive is more energy efficient. Plus I feel better mentally.
While reading the
Well enough people have mentioned the tendency of Sophie's breeding to have a strong desire to herd things. She has just started to trot along side of me and then cut across my left food to turn me where she wants to go,(outside or the laundry room where her kibbles are kept) except the left is my weak side and I still have left side neglect, so Sophie's efforts trip me. I keep telling her if I fall on her, I'm afraid I'll break every bone in her body.She sits down and looks as if she is giving
My title to my blog is misleading, we no longer are part of the working world, Yang and I are both medically retired. We enjoy our retirement these days, but some weeks get so busy and wear us out that we pick days to become our days off. These days are reserved for sleeping/napping, vegging on the sofa and just being lazy, and not leaving the house for anything.
Well I had to come and visit here, Yang is a movie buff. I'm not. Yesterday he insisted I had to watch "Harold and Maude" today it
Yang and I are new parents to Sophie. She arrived on Sunday. Sleep deprivation has set in and I'm napping any time I can grab one. We adopted her and she is a roly poly 7 week old black and tan Austalian shepherd/german shepherd mix with these liquid eyes that just melt our hearts. She was my birthday present from yang.
So we are immersed in housebreaking her, so my organizational efforts have been put on the back burner for now. I am completely enjoying getting to know her, although I am
We need a majordomo, a Mr. French or a gal/guy friday that has the ability to pay the bills on time, keep us organized and basically keep it less noticeable that Yang and I are nothing more then a pair of Mr. MaGoo's that bobble along in life narrowly missing potentially dangerous situations and prediictments. Not to mention the faulty memories we both possess, does anyone else ever set the mail down someplace and promply forget about it for 3 months? Is this an executive function deficit maybe?
I heard on the radio today that Pete Rose finally admitted after all these years that he did bet on the Red Sox while he was their coach, but "only to win all games cause he had faith in his team"
In the grand scheme of life, does anything regarding Pete Rose matter? The guy gambled ....... while he was a coach, I still think he should be allowed in the hall of fame for his record while he was a ball player.
But what do I, a lowly female survivor know? It has been said he probably gamb
Spring has really arrived in my corner of Tn. I have Daffadills blooming! The last week has been sunny and in the 60's and 70's. I get daily reports from all my yankee family and friends how they are surviving frigid cold temps and that last foot of snow they got hasn't melted yet..... I can't help but think how glad I am to be in the south. In other past years, March was a long month that seemed to drag on endlessly cause I was anxiously waiting on spring. This year March is spring! So also st
Hope. This is something I've thought long and hard on for the last 5 years. If I'm in a cynical mood, hope is nothing more then a fleeting thought in the world of stroke recovery, kind of the same thing as hoping your numbers come up in the powerball. After all hope 's defintion is " the desire or expectation of obtaining something" I've hoped for 5 years that I will recover almost everything I lost in the stroke. But there lies the problem of hoping.... I don't know why I never noticed it befor
I have been known to have an awful temper and to have lost impulse control and be verbally abusive, vindictive and many times an outright witch with a capitol B. But I can truely say that the times where I haven't had to do or say a thing and reap the benefits of someone getting their just desserts have been few and far between. I know the politically correct side of me is lecturing myself on how wrong it is of myself to be enjoying this whole situation so immensely. I'll explain and give t
I have tried to blog multiple times, but delete the entry as I don't like how I end up sounding. Things are going well in our little corner of As the Stroke World Turns. Yang and I are residing as renters in our dream home until we can clear up the minor details of not being fully divorced from our X spouses. It would seem that the state we reside in really frowns on buying real estate with someone who is not ones legal spouse or that we already have what they consider "legal" spouses. I know we
I'm sure I'm not the only survivor that during the course of living daily life, I've run head on into that brick wall. Do you know the one that teaches you that life cannot be lived on auto pilot any longer, a survivor MUST think all the steps threw sart to finish, otherwise ones brain goes on overload.
If you're still reading these rambling mad thoughts of mine, let me briefly explain. Yang and I are currently stuck in the process of buying a house together. Now as survivors we no longer
I was woken up this morning by the phone,said what I had to and hung up. I came out to the kitchen and made that first yummy cup of coffee and savored the taste. Coffee is one of lifes indulgences that both yang and I wallow in.but I digress. As I was sipping my coffee and I was listening to the silence, a question came to mind about something I haven't given a whole lot of thought to since my early twenties.
I was thinking about feminism, is the movement still alive and well? I'm really curio
In just a few weeks it will be my fifth stroke anniversary. Recently we moved and I just saw my new Neurologist. He only had my medical records to go by from my previous Neuro. He hadn't ever seen me paralyzed on one side. He had never seen the tears or anger from the frustration of recovery. In other words he saw the 5 year post stroke survivor who has accepted that this is the new me and can walk unassisted
As he is asking me questions and having me squeeze his fingers with my affected hand
Yin and yang
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Taijitu, the traditional symbol representing the forces of Yin and YangThe concepts of Yin and Yang originate in ancient Chinese philosophy and metaphysics, which describes two primal opposing but complementary forces found in all things in the universe.
Yin (Chinese: 陰/阴; pinyin: yīn; literally "shady place, north slope (hill), south bank (river); cloudy, overcast") is the darker element; it is passive, dark, feminine, downward-seek
