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Boxes & A Book Review

Boxes & A Book Review

I added some things to the boxes on the ladder. But I'm not sure I'll leave them in there. Looks a bit cluttered. But it took me awhile to do this sitting on my garden cart, so I'll leave it for now.

Funny how I just don't like a lot of things going on anymore. It's like silent noise. Irritating to the senses.

I went to physical therapy. The therapist is my surgeon's wife, and she was really good.

She applied ultrasound to my ankle. Taught me some exercises and how to walk properly. Funny how you walk all your life but find out you're not walking properly.

There was a woman in there before my appointment who'd done something to her ankle. She was about my age, and said she just wanted to get back into her heels.

Wow. I haven't worn heels for many years. I can't imagine how much damage I could do to my body wearing heels!

Sucker sure is sore up the inside of my leg where that tendon is inflamed. Hopefully this will get me going for spring planting. 

The weather is warm. The trees are budding out and the spring flowers are blooming. I don't know how long this will continue.

I finished a book last night. "The Day I Died" by Lori Rader-Day. 

It was a good book. Very intense. Sometimes I had to reread portions to make sure I didn't miss something pertinent to the story.

The character is running from her past. Funny, so many books have that premise for a plot. She stays in one town a little while, then moves on to another.

She has a 13 year old son, and helps the FBI with cases by analyzing handwriting. I wonder if that is really a career. 

Because it was very thorough, how she could analyze so much about a person by looking at an original copy of their handwriting. Quite fascinating.

A toddler goes missing. Law enforcement asks for her help. 

She and the sheriff at first don't get along. But later develop an attraction to one another. 

The vein that runs through the plot of a woman running is often predictable. Because she's often running from an abusive partner. 

Her actions are based first on fear. Of being apprehensive about get too comfortable in any situation. 

I think any woman who has ever been in an abusive relationship can relate to that feeling. 

Being afraid of new relationships. Looking over your shoulder. Forgetting yourself and showing emotion. 

Laughing and then cutting the laughter short because it might start something. Getting angry and then abruptly realizing you can't show it or there might be ramifications. 

It takes time to get past those immediate reactions, and to realize you can have have emotions without thinking.

This woman's 13 year old son goes missing as well. And she fears he's gone looking for his father. For the family she's told him doesn't exist. 

She comes to realize that dragging her son from town to town, thinking she's protecting him from what she left behind, is only serving her own needs. 

And making him more curious about all the blanks in their story.

Her son doesn't like being constantly uprooted and kept in the dark. Kids always know more than you think they know.

I look forward to reading more from this author. Give me a good psychological thriller and I'm a happy camper. 

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A Sign & Yellow Tulips

A Sign & Yellow Tulips

Do you notice a little something different? 

I found this coffee sign at River City Trading in Jenks the other day. I'd been wanting to make one. But with my ankle ailing, I decided $14.99 for the sign was a good price. That was all I purchased.

Sunday was my birthday. I went to Trader Joe's and picked out a bouquet of yellow tulips. When I got to the counter, the woman was asking about the flowers and I told her they were for my birthday.

She insisted on my not paying. I already had my wallet out and told her I wanted to pay the $4.99. But she insisted. So happy 60th to me!

I treated myself to a couple of magazines as well that day.

I recall getting some yellow tulips last year too. But Trader Joe's was not yet open then. So I got them at the Walmart Market.

Speaking of yellow...

It's a little blurry do to the rain, but look what I saw out in the blue garden the other day? I do believe someone here in town brought me these bulbs from her garden last year. So thank you!

I sat on my garden cart and cleaned out that garden a bit. 

The maintenance guy told me he couldn't get to my tree and thus fix my gate until April, when they're planning on having a dumpster at the complex so he can do some tree clean up.

He told me that the tree on my patio is the biggest problem right now. It's actually five trunks in one!

I hope your day is a good one. I'm off to start physical therapy.

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Why The Hate?

Why The Hate?

I grew up in a small town of about 3000 residents. I don't even think that I saw anyone of color until I was riding the bus to school one year. 

I recall being afraid, because adults had made me afraid. 

I recall watching those black children while trying not to watch them. Mere children, just like me. They kept their eyes straight ahead.

During recess, I don't remember seeing them. It was like they evaporated. 

I knew a little something about being different. I could empathize. You made yourself as small as possible and hoped you were invisible.

No one could identify why I was different just by looking at me. I couldn't imagine what it was like to be judged by skin color without your ever having said a word. 

That was a long time ago. But racism is still with us. 

You'd have thought that with time, people would grow more tolerant and accepting. But there is hate hiding in every nook and cranny of this world. In every little pocket of ignorance that remains.

I don't have the answers for all the societal problems today. But I do know that being kind to others never goes out of style.

Studies have proven that if you help others, it gives you a boost as well. Not only that, it reduces your stress levels. I guess that old adage "what goes around comes around" is true.

Here is a constantly-updated list of atrocities associated with bigotry just since the beginning of 2017. 

I don't care what political, religious or other affiliation you happen to be. Human beings are human beings. Do unto others and all that. 

It makes no difference to me what your sexual orientation is, or what flag you wave.

In my book there is never a valid reason for violence. And certainly not when you're talking about the violence of complete strangers. 

Why is there so much hate?  

It shouldn't matter where you happened to be born. Or what color your skin is. Or where you worship. Or how you vote. 

I don't think you should have to be rich to receive health care. 

I don't think you should assume you are ever better than anyone else. No matter who you happen to be.

We need to show children what truth is. And universal kindness. So that they don't inherit the hatred that simmers, unchecked, around them.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other? George Eliot
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George Eliot wrote: "What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?"
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other? George Eliot
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So where do I stand? I'll be happy to tell you.

No matter your race, ethnicity, faith, age or any other factors that make you who you are, you are a human being. And thus you deserve dignity and respect. 

Empathy. Understanding.

I firmly stand on the side of compassion. 

Oh, and those black kids on the school bus? I think they were every bit as scared of me as I was of them. But then I never found out. Because we never spoke to one another.

I believe in compassion for all.   

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Small Space Tips From A Homeowner

Small Space Tips From A Homeowner

The homeowner of this 534 square foot home has some small space living tricks to share.

Using furniture that has exposed legs, like this coffee table, gives the illusion of more space while it doesn't obstruct sight lines.

This dresser, minus the drawers, serves several purposes. It is a book shelf as well as storage.

An antique mirror gives depth to the room.

Slimmed down appliances serves the purpose, while not crowding the room.

A restaurant work table serves as both an island, a counter top, and a dining space. The stools have no back, which takes up less visual space.

Add storage space wherever you can find it.

The round bedside table doesn't have sharp angles, thus one can step around it more easily.

Break up angles with round furniture to soften edges.

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My Stint At Meals On Wheels

My Stint At Meals On Wheels

Before I moved to Oklahoma from Texas, I had a Meals On Wheels route.

I ran the route alone until my neighbor found out I had one apartment complex on my route that was known for drug problems. Then she went along with me most of the time.

Walli (my friend's name, short for Walliece) would drive my Pathfinder, and I usually got out and took the meals to the door. 

I had a varied bunch that I served. 

One man was a hoarder. I never knew what I was going to walk into at that place. 

One woman was quite disfigured from a bomb blast while living in another country. The other more seasoned volunteers referred to her as "911." Once I saw her, I understood why. 

The word was not meant to be demeaning. It was just how we kept track of where we were going.

One man was a veteran. When I approached his apartment, I'd find a bucket he'd lowered down with a rope from his second story apartment. 

I would greet him and put his meal in the bucket, and he would ease it back up to his patio and disappear into his apartment.

I figured maybe he had PTSD, and wanted little contact with others. So I limited what I said to him and just delivered his food. 

One elderly woman was obviously lonely. She always seemed a bit upset that someone had had to bring her food to her door. I tried to put her at ease with small talk. 

She didn't have a lot. But the little patch of dirt in front of her apartment was full of flowers and well-tended.

One woman always had her door unlocked and would tell me to come on in. She often had me open a pickle jar or something while I was there. 

In other words, I met all kinds of people. I understood their individual needs and tried to give them the contact they seemed to prefer. 

For you never know another person's path in life until you've walked in their shoes.

There was one young man who'd been injured as a soldier. He'd suffered a head injury that affected his speech. But he could serve as a Meals On Wheels volunteer, so that's what he did. I found that quite admirable.

He and I had some good conversations and a coffee chat or two at Starbucks. He persevered, and that was what was important. 

After we delivered all the meals, Walli and I usually went to lunch somewhere.

Meals On Wheels is a valuable service and always in need of volunteers. I couldn't do it now due to my ankle. But I look back on that time fondly. 

You do what you can, where you can. And that makes all the difference.

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