Mrs. Goodman cleaned her home and windows all the time; a cleaning cloth always in her hand.
Ella and I played on the floor with our barbie dolls. If we didn’t wake William, we could have candy. The colorful candy was tempting. I couldn’t believe Ella never took one.
When Ella left to get her dollhouse, Mr. Goodman walked into the room.
He was tall, thin with a chalky wry face.
“Do you like candy?” he asked.
I just stared.
He pointed to his zipper saying, “I have candy, if you’d like.”
Welcome … grab a cup of coffee, hot chocolate or tea.
Now, sit in a comfy chair and let’s chat.
A little music might be nice … I hope you enjoy my selection
Beethoven’s Silence – A soothing piano melody
I hope your weather has been good. Do leave from where yo’ure visiting in the comments; if you leave a comment. We’ve had glorious 70’s during the day and 50’s at night.
The cooler weather has been wonderful for walks. I’ve been having a fun time with my new fit bit. I hadn’t been a watch wearer for the longest time. Retirement will do that. No need to wear one since there aren’t any kids to pick up or drop off anywhere. But … a fit bit is different. It was a gift for Christmas from my hubby after a recent surgery. Oh, you missed it, read here. This little gadget monitors my heartbeat, sleep patterns along with oxygen levels, stairs climbed, steps walked, my stress level, it reminds me to get up and move if I’ve been sitting too long, it tells me to take a moment to meditate if I’m stressed, it buzzes when an email comes in, gives me the time and the outdoor temperature. This is a computer on your wrist. I wasn’t thrilled with being told by a watch what I should be doing but I have to admit it has kept me moving. I suppose it has a purpose. If you have a new gadget that helps you keep fit, let me hear about it?
While on my morning walk, I came across a tiny little bunny.
He had a fluffy white tale but ran off too quickly for me to capture it.My Christmas cactus hadn’t bloomed in December.
Surprise …. here are the flowers. Okay, a bit late but still beautiful.
I’ve been participating in musicals at A Frank Angle for sometime. He’s hosting a new musical series with ‘The Beatles’. Unfortunately, I was out of the country when they hit the states in the BIG WAY they did. Over-the-years, I’ve grown to love them.
If you love music … AND … The Beatles – aFrank is hosting the aFa Concert Series. To join in click here – you’ll have a blast reminiscing with all the mop top boys’ tunes. Below are two songs from the musical this past weekend.
Have a Great Week …!!!
Enjoy … Isadora
This first video has superb graphics, dancing and a great song …
Dawn @ Tales from the Motherland is starting off her 2019 year with an inspiring gratitude challenge for us. To read the rules and to join in click here
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Life’s Dance
Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings,
It’s the end of another year and the beginning of a new one.
Where did it go?
It’s been a ride.
I’ve enjoyed every one of those highs and lows on this roller coaster called life. All the ups and downs teach us lessons we need, to help us develop our mind, body and spirit.
We may stumble or have obstacles block us from going forward but they fall away once we accept this is the way it must be in that moment in time.
However you want to look at your life in 2019, the main thing to remember is that you are not alone. There is always someone guiding you in whatever form you choose to believe. Take comfort in knowing that the challenges your given are because you can endure them; no one gets what they cannot conquer.
Hold fast to your memories;
to all your cherished moments of the past;
to the blessings and the laughter;
to the joys and the celebrations;
to the sorrows and the tears;
They all add up to a treasure of fond yesterdays.
‘Thank You’ to everyone for being my supportive blogger friends. You’ve helped me to grow and become more than I was before I started this blog journey.
Welcome … grab of cup of coffee, hot chocolate or tea.
Now, sit in a comfy chair and let’s chat.
A little music might be nice … hope you enjoy my selection :
It’s been quite sometime since I posted on my blog. I was scheduled to have a knee replacement on December 10, 2018. Dancing from the age of5 had taken its toll on my knee joints. My knees were begging for rest.
If you aren’t aware of my addiction, let me tell you what it is. It’s dancing.
I took ballet, tap, jazz and modern dance for more years than I can count.
My husband and I were square dancers working our way up to competition level. We ballroom dance; although, my husband doesn’t like counting. As a jazz musician he likes to jam-out free style. It can’t be done with a partner but he adjusts his thinking for me. And, let’s not forget the 60’s doo-wops songs and the 70’s disco days.
I never sit through any song that’s playing.
Dancing has always been an outlet for any stress I’m experiencing. I used it to keep my sanity when my husband was a police officer. Everyday he left for work could have been his last day with me and his family. When he was shot after 15 years of service I was elated. He could no longer be an officer. He was given early retirement which involved another layer of stress. After all, he was in a wheelchair now. With no hope from doctors, he eventually resolved to be wheelchair bound for life. Then, one day, he angrily stated that he would walk again despite the physicians prognosis.
He went through grueling rehabilitation and today is walking. He’s managed two careers since that retirement and continues with his Copper Whimsea’s artwork.
I guess you could have called me a gym-rat as is the name for anyone whois obsessed with exercise now-a-days.
I loved the muscle aches, the sweating and the smell of the metal weights. My endorphins never rested. I still crave the feelings but my body has put a stop to that right now, but, I’ll be back.
Since my medical history is high risk, my orthopedic doctor wanted clearance from all of my physicians. I have many. A hematologist for blood clots my body likes to make. A pulmonologist for when the blood clots take up residence in my lungs. An endocrinologist for a genetic thyroid disease called Hashimoto. A primary physicians for my tri-monthly check-ups and a cardiologist for checking on all the over-load of love I have in my heart. I had the all clear from all physicians except the cardiologist. He wanted me to take a stress test. The results showed that my heart was enlarged on the left side.
Why hadn’t he noticed that in May at my last appointment?
Surgery was scheduled for two day later. Since December 7, 2018, I’ve been resting and healing.
I discovered during the first few days of recovering that I was antsy about checking my blog, facebook and any other media I connect to. So, you see, I too am a victim of social media.
I replaced my computer with knitting needles and yarn. I’ve enjoyed many movies, books, painting, listening to meditation music and relaxing on my lanai while enjoying the lovely lake my home sits behind. The birds have been scarce but the few that sing to me have provided a beautifully peaceful respite. Healing takes time. It happens in stages. But, I’ll be back.
Namaste,
Isadora 😎
May you all have in the coming year good health,
peace, joy and more love than your heart can hold …
On Hayward Street, everyone walked on the opposite street when passing ‘The Seidel’s’.
Wille lived there with his mother. He had mental and physical abnormalities. His head would tilt just so as he dragged his club foot and balanced his deformed hand on his chest.
Mrs. Seidel would raise her fist and yell at the boys who’d tease him. Everyone wondered where he’d go if something happened to her.
In time, he was taken to a psychiatric facility; his mother taken to a senior home.
The dome street lights cast a shadow across the isolated road.
Parking near a light, he props his law book on the steering wheel and begins reading. In two days, he’ll take his finals. Could his days on the street soon be over?
His radio blares a call about shots fired.
He turns the red and blue flashing lights on as he makes his way to the location.
Speed spurs him into the adrenaline cave.
These calls never end well. Shootings are headline news.
“The coroners arrived and left,” Ronald tells me.
Tomorrow’s Headline: *Boy Commits Suicide at Gun Range*
Depression is an illness that impacts the brain. It’s a real illness hidden for too long.
Anyone suffering from depression will tell you, it’s not imaginary or “all in your head.”
Depression is more than just feeling “down.”
It is a serious illness caused by changes in brain chemistry.
Research tells us that other factors contribute to the onset of depression, including genetics, changes in hormone levels, certain medical conditions, stress, grief or difficult life circumstances.
Any of these factors alone or in combination can precipitate changes in brain chemistry that lead to depression’s many symptoms.
