God bless Grandma, the patience of a saint. The relationship of grandparent and grandchild is so much richer than parent and child because it's not bog down in day to day structure and struggle, I think. You're gonna be a great grandma, with such a ease as you find loving someone else's child, them grandbabies of yours are gonna be spoiled, spoiled rotten thru and thru...
Like you, I can waste away the day talking to some old people. I think old age has a tendency to amplify who you are. No pretending, no social restraints, which could be both a good thing or bad thing. Wise becomes wiser and the assholes become totally unbearable... I've known a few from both sides of that line.
I wonder what side of the line we'll fall on in our twilight years?
When I was young and dumb, I was to busy off conquering the world to forge lifelong relationship, (Last I heard Claude died wielding pipe in Alaska). Stupid me, I left all that gold behind the things that really matter. Guys are wired different or maybe it's just me, I'm a loner, with few acquaintances, and even fewer close friends. Independence comes at a cost I guess, it's a proud word but a lonely existence.
One person's civil outburst is but another patriot demanding their rights be respected. If I remember the text right they called the cops on you that day? Wish ta hell I was a fly on the wall that day. Warrior Woman.
Courage begets Courage,
Action begets Freedom.
Rum and coke + bouncy houses, life on the edge, wild child. The stories we could share, I think one of the first texts we exchanged was about the invincibility of the immortal youth. Battle scars make interesting stories and wiser people we hope, (some of the time).
Sounds like grandpa whispering in your ear, love of music and all.
I'm self taught, play the guitar, the harp, and bang on the piano a bit. I know how hard it can be. Music is a form of escapism for me. Saved my sanity while I was in traction, and helped me tolerate the days of immobility. Lost myself floating like a butterfly between the tabulation bars, of that sheet music.
You should pick up a instrument, bound to be a natural at it. Then when you start writing songs that change the world, I can tell everybody I know you, kinda sorta...:-) :-)
I was really close to my grandmother's since I didn't have any grandfathers. Although my mother tried to keep one away. I made sure to take my kids down there to visit before she died. It was important to me that they know her.
I never looked into it but I think about going to a nursing home and seeing if I can sit and talk with some of them. Me and my puppy coming in lol. Not sure if that's frowned upon though.
I'm so sorry to hear about Claude. Your occupation should not kill you. I have a tendency to not trust females because of my mother and sister. I always have two best friends at a time, changing them as I transition through ages. I'm on my fifth set.
I think it's wonderful that you know how to play so many instruments. I feel like someday I will fiddle with one. I'm just coming out of a fog after a few years of being sick there's a lot of things I have to catch up on. Right now I am splitting that time between current events and the house. Every song would probably be about my cats and dog LOL nothing world changing.
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both, larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs, it's where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and not all with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of,
birth and childhood..
The summer of,
growth and productivity..
The fall of,
bountiful harvest and celebration..
The winter of,
death and recycling..
How the hell is it you get "five" ? You must be special.
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life in kittyville, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨ (You ever think about writing children's books) ?
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell you're at. It's a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Dementia does have its up sides, every memory is new, and each step a learning experience. 🤭😟🥴
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Lady Bee...
Have a great day,,
pondering these possibilities at the well of wisdom,
Or...
just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)
It is very sad. One of them was a woman beater so I'm not sure his personality. My grandmother used to go to church with black eyes, so I have been told. But my other grandfather was the life of the party. I heard he was a very large jovial character. ( not in body, he was very well put together, handsome man.) Aside from his self-taught instruments he built his own house. So he was definitely a fine man, in the traditional sense. My mother's father died when she was 8 and my father lost his dad of three. That is really the circumstance that sort of ruined our family. My grandmother could not handle losing her husband, after she lost her father at 16 too. (My great-grandfather walked out of his house for work, took a swig of milk from the porch, choked on the thick cream and died in the street.)
After my grandfather died, his family tried to take over parenting the kids. Which my grandmother did not accept happily. They shipped my father off to Girard College in Philadelphia. At the time it was a home for boys without fathers. I can't even begin to imagine the abuse that he either suffered or fought to not suffer but I think it ruined him because he was always a very angry man. He definitely had a little bit of that jovial character that my grandfather had but he never let it shine and he did not have a talking relationship with my sister & I. Anyway I'm babbling now about all the family problems but losing that one grandfather, had a significant impact on everyone else. All those wonderful things your grandfather taught you, my parents didn't even teach me anything. They literally plopped me in front of the TV and said be a good girl or will beat your butt. And he did, often.
I think I'm actually used to loss at this point so I'm not sure working with seniors would do me more harm than good. I would love to sit and listen to happy life stories. Mothers who did Good by their children and fathers who were there for them.
How did I end up with five lol? Well, let's see.. I had two best friends in elementary school. When I entered Middle School I switched them. Then those two best friends actually moved the same month of the same year to within 30 miles of each other in the next state away. So I lost them at the same time. Ended up with two new best friends for high school. I still talk to one of them sometimes but we had a falling out because our men were doing drugs behind our back and I made a stink and she did not. The other one was just a party friend so she wandered away when I had a baby. Then I had two best friends I met at two different jobs. I made them friends but at the start of the pandemic when they were both fearful of covid and hating Trump they could not take my happiness. But this was also after years of me bitching about certain things they were tired of hearing it I think. Now I have two that seemingly understand me but I don't keep them too close because I'm not really interested in BFFs anymore.
Okay well thank you for that morning therapy session. That went well. Lol.
I forgot to updoot! But I definitely will go back when I remember from time to time and catch them.
And what other interesting jobs have you had over the years?? What job took you farthest away from your original home?
God bless Grandma, the patience of a saint. The relationship of grandparent and grandchild is so much richer than parent and child because it's not bog down in day to day structure and struggle, I think. You're gonna be a great grandma, with such a ease as you find loving someone else's child, them grandbabies of yours are gonna be spoiled, spoiled rotten thru and thru...
Like you, I can waste away the day talking to some old people. I think old age has a tendency to amplify who you are. No pretending, no social restraints, which could be both a good thing or bad thing. Wise becomes wiser and the assholes become totally unbearable... I've known a few from both sides of that line. I wonder what side of the line we'll fall on in our twilight years?
When I was young and dumb, I was to busy off conquering the world to forge lifelong relationship, (Last I heard Claude died wielding pipe in Alaska). Stupid me, I left all that gold behind the things that really matter. Guys are wired different or maybe it's just me, I'm a loner, with few acquaintances, and even fewer close friends. Independence comes at a cost I guess, it's a proud word but a lonely existence.
One person's civil outburst is but another patriot demanding their rights be respected. If I remember the text right they called the cops on you that day? Wish ta hell I was a fly on the wall that day. Warrior Woman.
Courage begets Courage,
Action begets Freedom.
Rum and coke + bouncy houses, life on the edge, wild child. The stories we could share, I think one of the first texts we exchanged was about the invincibility of the immortal youth. Battle scars make interesting stories and wiser people we hope, (some of the time).
Sounds like grandpa whispering in your ear, love of music and all.
I'm self taught, play the guitar, the harp, and bang on the piano a bit. I know how hard it can be. Music is a form of escapism for me. Saved my sanity while I was in traction, and helped me tolerate the days of immobility. Lost myself floating like a butterfly between the tabulation bars, of that sheet music.
You should pick up a instrument, bound to be a natural at it. Then when you start writing songs that change the world, I can tell everybody I know you, kinda sorta...:-) :-)
I was really close to my grandmother's since I didn't have any grandfathers. Although my mother tried to keep one away. I made sure to take my kids down there to visit before she died. It was important to me that they know her.
I never looked into it but I think about going to a nursing home and seeing if I can sit and talk with some of them. Me and my puppy coming in lol. Not sure if that's frowned upon though.
I'm so sorry to hear about Claude. Your occupation should not kill you. I have a tendency to not trust females because of my mother and sister. I always have two best friends at a time, changing them as I transition through ages. I'm on my fifth set.
I think it's wonderful that you know how to play so many instruments. I feel like someday I will fiddle with one. I'm just coming out of a fog after a few years of being sick there's a lot of things I have to catch up on. Right now I am splitting that time between current events and the house. Every song would probably be about my cats and dog LOL nothing world changing.
That's sad, everybody should have a papaw, my grandpa would roll on the ground playing with us, we used to plant candy wrappers in the garden to grow candy trees, caught my first fish by his side, shot my first gun and skinned my first rabbit with him, he taught me to weld and build, but most importantly he show me the value of loving every minute of life, and everyone in it. I'm so proud to be my grandfather's grandson.
I found unconditional love in my grandparent's home, I will always have a love for them both, larger than the universe itself.
You have to have a strong heart working with seniors, just about the time you start loving them, they go off and die on you. Best to stick with small children longer return on your investment of time.
I was a CSA (Certified Senior Advisor) for a few years, it's hard working so close to the nearly dead and dying, just to damn depressing, the money was good, but it's hard on the heart.
To pop in and out of the nursing homes may be different, but those places are sad too... Let me know what you end up doing, we'll have plenty of stories to share.
Many have given their lives to industrialized america, I've always found myself in the most dangerous jobs, it's where the pay was the best, forever in pursuit of that all mighty dollar. Boy was I dumb, some of the most valuable things in life are free to all, but for time and consideration.
I'm here to attested to the fact that some branches of the family tree should be pruned, hard and often, but that's something you'll have to sort out on your own.
Two is better than one, but none is a lonely number. I can't imagine you would be hard to love, but people expect different things out of relationship, unfortunately not all honest and not all with loving intentions.
The stages of life you say,
The spring of,
birth and childhood..
The summer of,
growth and productivity..
The fall of,
bountiful harvest and celebration..
The winter of,
death and recycling..
How the hell is it you get "five" ? You must be special.
So it's decided, you'll learn to play the fiddle and sing songs about the dog days of a cool cat's life in kittyville, we're gonna be millionaire, another star is born...✨ (You ever think about writing children's books) ?
I'm so glad you're feeling better from whatever ailled you, brain fog is such a strange thing, it's like one day you wake up and wonder where the hell you're at. It's a bad bad morning after a crazy Tequila night out, when you wakeup in a strange bed, with a stranger in it, in a house that's not yours wondering what the hell happened. Sunday morning fog, when the confusion rings loud like the church bells calling up the sinners to repent...
Dementia does have its up sides, every memory is new, and each step a learning experience. 🤭😟🥴
Now I just have to know, what happened ???
Love ya Lady Bee...
Have a great day,,
pondering these possibilities at the well of wisdom,
Or...
just splashing in the puddles of life's many pleasures.
Ps. Show me some updooting love, I want me one of them avatars :-)
It is very sad. One of them was a woman beater so I'm not sure his personality. My grandmother used to go to church with black eyes, so I have been told. But my other grandfather was the life of the party. I heard he was a very large jovial character. ( not in body, he was very well put together, handsome man.) Aside from his self-taught instruments he built his own house. So he was definitely a fine man, in the traditional sense. My mother's father died when she was 8 and my father lost his dad of three. That is really the circumstance that sort of ruined our family. My grandmother could not handle losing her husband, after she lost her father at 16 too. (My great-grandfather walked out of his house for work, took a swig of milk from the porch, choked on the thick cream and died in the street.)
After my grandfather died, his family tried to take over parenting the kids. Which my grandmother did not accept happily. They shipped my father off to Girard College in Philadelphia. At the time it was a home for boys without fathers. I can't even begin to imagine the abuse that he either suffered or fought to not suffer but I think it ruined him because he was always a very angry man. He definitely had a little bit of that jovial character that my grandfather had but he never let it shine and he did not have a talking relationship with my sister & I. Anyway I'm babbling now about all the family problems but losing that one grandfather, had a significant impact on everyone else. All those wonderful things your grandfather taught you, my parents didn't even teach me anything. They literally plopped me in front of the TV and said be a good girl or will beat your butt. And he did, often.
I think I'm actually used to loss at this point so I'm not sure working with seniors would do me more harm than good. I would love to sit and listen to happy life stories. Mothers who did Good by their children and fathers who were there for them.
How did I end up with five lol? Well, let's see.. I had two best friends in elementary school. When I entered Middle School I switched them. Then those two best friends actually moved the same month of the same year to within 30 miles of each other in the next state away. So I lost them at the same time. Ended up with two new best friends for high school. I still talk to one of them sometimes but we had a falling out because our men were doing drugs behind our back and I made a stink and she did not. The other one was just a party friend so she wandered away when I had a baby. Then I had two best friends I met at two different jobs. I made them friends but at the start of the pandemic when they were both fearful of covid and hating Trump they could not take my happiness. But this was also after years of me bitching about certain things they were tired of hearing it I think. Now I have two that seemingly understand me but I don't keep them too close because I'm not really interested in BFFs anymore.
Okay well thank you for that morning therapy session. That went well. Lol.
I forgot to updoot! But I definitely will go back when I remember from time to time and catch them.
And what other interesting jobs have you had over the years?? What job took you farthest away from your original home?