tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223709322012-01-13T22:46:21.865-08:00Going on 87...Savoring and Surviving the Senior Yearsgoldenlucydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05771923463205968087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22370932.post-32778911257367179722008-10-14T16:50:00.000-07:002008-10-14T18:23:22.334-07:00

I'm back. Typing is such an effort that I'll cut right to the story.That would be the one about the devil worshiping rams head.Actually the real ram's head is much more impressive and sinister than the picture from yesterday's blog. When my grandson saw it he insisted we hang the entire skull on the wall and drape it with lights (especially the eye sockets). I demurred as it was my wall upon

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No, I'm not dead yet. Many thanks to my dear friends for reminding me of the fact! Life has more twists and turns than an elephant's intestine and I've been in survival mode for the past few months. However, Lucy is back on track and anxious to share with her friends. As usual, things are unusual here in the Donn Dimension. It's always a party and everybody is invited,In addition to the wedding

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I was waiting for the kids to get the "professional" wedding pictures back. They hired an apparently reputable and personable fellow who arrived at 2 in the afternoon, stayed until after midnight and took hundreds of photos. That was a month ago and we haven't heard from him since. He was paid a significant amount of money beforehand and we're beginning to get a bit nervous. Thankfully many

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My dear blogger friends---whom I follow and think of so very, very often:I've suffered from grievous guilt at not posting for nearly three months. This truly has been a time that illustrates my conviction that a well-lived life is a balance of joy and sorrow---and perhaps there's a message for my peers. Our lives are never ever-so-wonderful or decidedly devastating as we fear or hope them to be.

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You've probably seen this before, but I hadn't. It's a metaphor for the "oxymoranity" of American politics. It's all about talking the talk---which, let me make clear, needs to be done in the issue of global warming. However, I'm depressed to report I'm no longer surprised when our "leaders" are not walking the walk. And I'm no longer shocked by the ironies that are certain to pop up. So go

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What did you want to be when you grew up? Did you make a conscious decision, work for and eventually achieve that goal? If you, like me are a woman born in the first quarter of the 20th century, I'd wager your answer would be a resounding, "Heck, No!"The occupations open and acceptable to young women of my class and generation were service-oriented and circumscribed: one could be a teacher (

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Here's pic of my birthday brunch last weekend. Our dear friends from Gunnison surprised me with homemade lox---simply out of this world, an assortment of fresh bagels. capers, sliced veggies and yummy cream cheese.Wish you could have been here for the party!

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Once again dear blog friends, I apologize for my infrequent posting. Blame it on my creaky bod or anything else you can think of but I am resolved to do better. This week I realized how completely I've gone to the dogs. I mean that literally. When I moved to Colorado from Florida I never in my wildest dreams expected to share my new digs with dogs. The idea was absurd, and frankly, downright

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This old bod has almost 86 years of wear and tear but Praise the Lord almost everthing still works. The only truly inconvenient exceptions are my shoulders and right arm--parts I don't consider optional. I'm painfully reminded of the fact when I try to write, type, comb my hair or carry things but the most maddening situations involve lifting anything above shoulder-height. Like most folks my

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Ring the Bells! Light the Lights! Lucy has lived to see another grandchild wed! The family was here at LucyCentral for dinner over the weekend. It's always such a treat to spend time with my kids but Saturday night was special. Aaron and Van have set their wedding date and thus I'm hot on the trail of new dresses, gifts and shower plans. Aaron is my oldest grandson. His younger brother Ben

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Only a few hours left of 2007 but I'm not going out to boogie til the ball drops. That doesn't mean I won't be awake at midnight---that will happen when toads fly. No, I'll be wide awake as per usual in the comfort and privacy of my warm and fluffy four-poster bed. But I'll be counting down with those fools out in frigid, probably drizzly Times Square and watch the dropping of the new, improved

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There were no holiday presents in our family. In fact, there were no presents period. For anything. There was seldom money for rent and food and gifts for children were most certainly never on the agenda. To my way of thinking the reason was frustrating and avoidable.My father was incurably lazy. Inert as a slug. His aversion to work---and the lengths he went to avoid it might make an

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My dear blogger pals: It's Lucy here in a veritable vortex of emotions. Like many of you folks I've got a few bugs in my system. Luckily mine are more physical than mental---but then that's just my opinion. In any case, I've been reading your blogs but not writing mine. One excuse: Carole, Jack and I took a holiday hiatus out of my computer-range and then of course there was my rebellious bod---

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I think I missed tomorrow. I promised to post pix of our lovely family dinner "tomorrow". Alas, it was not to be. I can smile about it now but the last few days have been extremely hard on a control freak like me. I like to know what's going on. I have advice and questions you know! In any case, Jack called last Friday afternoon and said dinner was off for the evening. Carole wasn't feeling well

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Hello, hello, hello! If you are reading this I'm eternally grateful for your faithfulness. If you're not, well I'm sorry I'm such a faithless correspondent. I just do what I can as far as posting is concerned but I'm ever the avid appreciator of my friends' adventures. So what did I do to entertain myself before the Internet? (Don't start fantasizing---I'm pretty conventional.)In any case, here

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Like the Phoenix, Lucy has risen once again. I'm embarrassed and contrite about my posting absence however I've never left the community. It's taken a month for my "Big Change" but I'm keeping up with all of you. My last post indicated a big change for me. Well, it's a done deal---which almost done me in as well! I've moved---I'm in my own place now. I love it. I sleep better; the floor is

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No, I'm not pregnant and thus will not be getting married but something very exciting is in the works. I'll be able tell you all about it in two or three weeks but until then, Kain ein horah! Or in plain English, "Don't tempt the evil eye!" And of course I have a story behind this. I'm not superstitious but my dear MIL Sarah was. Ben and I lived with Sarah and Moishe (Morris) when I was pregnant

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It was a stormy day here yesterday. I like occasional days like that because it puts me in the mood to make cozy "comfort foods." My favorite is beef stew, which is unseasonable in August---except when it's dank, dark and windy, which it was here yesterday. I was standing, day-dreaming at the sink, peeling carrots and potatoes for the stew when I was startled by a violent clap of thunder and

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Many, many years ago, when I was a mere child of 25 (Oh my goodness---you do the math!) and a new mother, I had a night job. Because I didn't have education or job skills, the best work possibility for me was nighttime childcare while my husband Ben watched our infant son.I joined a baby-sitting registry that paid me fifty cents an hour, or seventy-five cents an hour if I did the dishes. I hated

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I love sweet potatoes. I eat them baked several times a week and often make a full meal out of a big fat one. Last night I thought of something as a put 2 scrubbed beauties in the oven. It occurred to me I hadn't tasted a sweet potato until after I was married. In our family, the Depression years were complicated by my father's reluctance to work even when such a thing was possible. My mother

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Every Wednesday I wake up with the thought, "This is the day the stores change their specials!" Some folks might suggest that I get a life, implying that bargain-hunting is a trivial pursuit. They simply don't understand the nature of the beast.My long-time blog friends know me as Lucy-the-Intrepid-Bargain-Hunter. Picture a dense and steamy jungle crawling with hungry predators---Walmart, for

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I wish I could tell you all how much my blog connections mean to me. I go to my faithful friends every morning. It's like meeting in a sweet cafe for coffee. I love it so much. From there I go to their friends, who have joys and trials I closely relate to. Do these folks know how much I relate and really care for what is happening to them? I'm quite sure not, but I believe my concern and good

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I hope those of you with weak hearts or nervous constitutions aren't too awfully shocked at finding another post from the erstwhile Lucy so soon after my last major effort. However, Claude had a great idea. I can write less more often. Yes, I can do that. I find I'm often intimidated by writing my blog asking myself, "Is this important or interesting enough to mention?" I then decide I should

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Lucy has had a tough few weeks but has prevailed over crisis, fear and depression---not all mine, by the bye. (I had to look up the spelling of that expression---kind of a surprise!) In any case, I never stopped needing and loving to read my blogging friends. To explain my posting absence would be a boring recital---especially for me. However, in retrospect it's all been for the best. Growth

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Despite a life of challenges both trivial and devastating I continue to believe in love and choose to have faith. It isn't always easy since faith especially, is an act of will for me---I'd much rather that my will always be done. Today was a day I called upon GD for a special favor. A few weeks ago Carole began to complain about feeling a painful lump in her esophagus and a difficulty

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What am I saying? At my age every day I wake up with my wits about me is a gift. You bet! I hear the birds singing and scolding; I see the sun--sooner or later and I look forward to saying "Good Morning" to whoever will listen. But the truth is some days are better than others. This week started on a stinky note. Monday morning I raced as usual to my computer to start reading all my favorites.

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For the past 4 years Jack and Carole have shared my townhome in Colorado Springs. They moved in with me after I suffered a fairly serious accident. They had planned on renovating their house in Manitou Springs anyway so the temporary move was practical for them---and has proved a good thing for me too. The kids purchased their house about 20 years ago. It sits alone on the top of a hill

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It's absolutely amazing to me. For most of the winter I've been negligent and faithless in my blogging. But you, my dear and faithful friends have not! I've been lurking around your sites feeling paralyzed and wallowing in a deliciously prickly pit of guilt and paralysis. I've felt like such a schlump. I've got these things I want to say to you all but even writing them down for typing by

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I did it. I kept my heart beating while everything else drained right out of the old bod. Folks here in "Yucksville" have labeled this flu season the worst one ever and believe me, they don't get an argument from our house. We've all been so sick it's pathetic---and usually I enjoy that. However, this time I found it difficult to convince everybody I was the sickest. Even so, I win in the end as

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Darling Blogbuds, No doubt Lucy is your most faithless correspondent. That doesn't mean I don't love you---GD knows how much you all mean to me. But you know how I hate to type, though I'm currently taking a keyboarding class at the Pike's Peak Library District. In any case, this is Lucy the Procrastinator checking in. I've been lurking with y'all right along but I'm finally putting my nose to

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Today is a grey snowy day in the mountains---with several cold and snowy days to follow. It could be very depressing, but it feels cozy here in our little nest. (I don’t go insane, out-of-my-mind nutso about the winter weather when I know for sure I can’t go out. Last week I was ready to backpack back to sunny FL because the sky was clear and blue but the byways were icy and clogged.) Only

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Snow, snow, go away! I've been yearning to be back in Florida the past few weeks. I moved there from Cincinnati because I hated winter. So now I'm back in the ice and snow---does that make sense? Using my acute 20-20 hindsight I see now that I shouldn't have sold my FL condo so I could spend the winter in the sun like Millie and you other sane snowbirds. But no. Assured by my kids (who would

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When I checked in on Millie today I was excited to see she's giving a Yiddish class. She's a great teacher and I'm looking forward to learning with her. Millie and I both hail from a generation where, if you are Ashkenaz*, Yiddish was likely to be spoken by at least some of your parents and/or grandparents. But it didn't work that way for me.My parents came from families that settled in the Deep

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The New Year is around the corner. I've got a thought or two based on nearly 85 years of juggling joys and sorrows. Here are some of them:1. I'm not as wonderful---or awful---as I've ever thought I was. I'm just a part of something much bigger than anything I can imagine. I've always done the best, under the circumstances, I believed I could do. That's a fact. Not an excuse.2. Looking from the

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I've been wandering around somewhere between heaven and hell this holiday season. Hell is having every tooth jerked out of my lower jaw. Though I rather enjoyed valiantly (and of course, obviously) enduring the subsequent bruising, inflammation and starvation---though not enough to EVER go through this again!Heaven has been celebrating Channukah with my family. My spirits soared when the kiddies

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Oh my Gawd!! Am I really that old? I look like a corpse. But I'm a happy corpse. We had a lovely Shabbat this weekend and I'm grateful for every weekend I get---especially the lovely ones! However, this Shabbat was bittersweet as Teresa, one of the-most-precious-and-adored-granddaughters-in-law-in-the-world received the most distressing news.One of Teresa's dearest friends experienced what I can

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On your mark. Ready. Get set. GO! First tooth extraction this morning. Only six more months of oral abuse to a perfect smile. However, after seeing blogs that publish explicit photos and unsavory details of medical procedures I've decided not to keep you posted. Hold the applause.I want to apologize to everyone for not wishing you all a very happy Thanksgiving---On time, I mean. I wanted to do

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The days have been golden here in the Rockies but something's rotten in Lucy. A few days ago I woke up with one of my lonely molars dangling precariously from my upper jaw. "Lovely," I thought glumly as I jammed it back up there with a blob of Fixodent. However, since the tooth anchored my partial I supposed now I'd have to trudge back into the dentist and submit to Dr. Letha's Dreaded Dental

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I have a great photo of Kitty Litter Cake. Blogger won't post it. But then it could be me. But I doubt it. your lucydOK. I didn't kill Carole---even though she richly deserved it. I'm actually happy she wrote about what goes on here. She says she isn't typing my posts because she thinks I can do it myself and she expects me to do everything I can on my own. I realize she has a point but I

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This is Golden Lucy's daughter-in-law Carole. I just watched Lucy drive off in Betsy, her 1992 Toyota. I wasn't nervous about it because she's a better driver than I am. I was also happy to see her leave because I knew I'd have to kill her if she didn't. That's a family joke. We always are on the brink of homicide. This time it was over spots on the carpet. I think dust and grime are organic. She

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I was waiting for the final Senate results before posting it's but it's already abundantly clear Americans have chosen a different direction for our government. Personally I'm ecstatic but more than satisfaction I feel overwhelming pride and gratitude to live in a nation where this could happen.I'm hopeful that a less arrogant, more thoughtful and altruistic tone will now be set in this country.

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Shortly after I finished writing the post below--and before I could publish, our Adelphia internet connection went south. It was finally restored this afternoon (after the repairman dismantled two bedrooms and the library.) Frankly I don't care if this news is cold as a dog's nose. Anybody who believes I'd throw away this much typing is out of their mind. So...better late than never:Re the 10/24

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You, my dear friends are the best! As I wrote in my post last week I decided just to flow with the unbearable frightfulness of being. So I did. I also got a perm and now I really feel much perkier. (Actually, I'm not kidding. Thanks, Chancy.) My arm is still electrically stiff/numb and unfortunately still connected to the rest of me. I'm patiently waiting for Jack to hook me up to voice

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It's pretty obvious I've been struggling physically and emotionally the past weeks. Nothing unique or interesting. I can find my teeth but don't want to wear them. The gaping bedhead spot in the back of my hair? So what. Can somebody else get the phone? I have nothing interesting to say...Just the human condition of feeling out of balance and half-heartedly trying to stay off the pity pot. My

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Lucy’s busy head is busier than ever today---filled with ramblings. It’s been sooo long since I’ve posted and I can’t thank you all enough for continuing to visit and send encouragement. The flare-up of my old shoulder injury has been more debilitating than ever before.Thanks to my pain medication I’ve been operating in the “Food good. Fire bad!” mode for the past two weeks. Physically this

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We finally got a look at Ben and Teresa’s professional wedding pictures. They were all wonderful! I think I look pretty foxy in this photo. I couldn’t stop smiling---it was such a happy day. Too bad I forgot to wear my teeth.Yes I did. I was halfway down the aisle before I realized my lower partial plate was parked on my bathroom vanity and not in my mouth. Naturally I was horrified and resolved

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Jack and Carole spent most of last week on a romantic holiday somewhere that despite my best efforts, remains a mystery to me (and everybody else). The kids announced they would be invisible/unavailable to all of us---and unreachable except in the case of asphyxiation, amputation or embolism. Even then I was just supposed to leave a message.However, I didn't mind too much as I was having a lovely

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NDY. Not Dead Yet---an acronym I'll use in the future to alert my friends of my current earthly status. Please try to remember this as I probably won't.Well, I'm finally rested up but my terminal terminal final croaked shortly after I made my last post. Thanks to all of you who wrote expressing concern and I'm really sorry I couldn't access my mail until yesterday. Carole's computer was also on

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I just got back from the North Country. Carole's family had a reunion at her brother's lake home on Lake Macdonald outside of Dent, (Yes, you got it right) Minnesota. It was great fun except for the ride home! I've decided I'm no longer up to 16 hour auto trips with these demented road warriors that claim to be related me.I won't be regaling you with amusing anecdotes about our trip as you all

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Before I begin my post I need to wish my inspiration, the Divine Diva of Elderblogdom, Millie Garfield, a very happy 81st birthday! You're the best, Millie and I think of you with love whenever I post.It's ironic. I'd just finished writing a reaction to Millie's last post about social life without a car. The kids and I had taken a short trip to visit family in KS and I'd been off-line for 3 days

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Except for me, our family is pretty unmaterialistic. (I'm still working on it.) When it comes to giving gifts most of them will opt for something meaningful and sentimental rather than expensive and impressive. Ben's new bride Teresa is certainly following in that tradition.Recently she appeared at family brunch with a startling haircut. Teresa hasn't cut her hair more than an inch or two for

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Early on I resolved never to blog about any specific religion. I think that was a wise decision. Unimaginable havoc continues to be wreaked on the world in the name of parochial religion. But this kind of conflict doesn't have to be inevitable just because faiths diverge. Our latest family wedding is proof of this and I'm delighted to be able to blog about it.My grandson Ben is part of a devoted

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It would be grand if I could improve the looks of things here but I'm not going to fool around with it. Blogger's gonna do what it's gonna do and I'm gonna close my eyes and type. Just try to follow along.These photos remind me of how lucky we are. Carole and Jack's extended family came from the four corners of the country to celebrate. Their easy-going intimacy amazes me, coming as I do from

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I've been trying to put together a picture story of Ben and Teresa's wedding celebrations. It's been very frustrating. First, I'm totally overwhelmed by the number of photos I have to work with---and these are not the professional proofs. It boggles my mind. I remember when finding a few good shots on a roll of 12-36 was a happy surprise---and that only after waiting days for the prints to come

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On the 3rd day Lucy rested. On the 5th day Lucy created a blog. These things take time, you know. Hello my friends, and forgive me for my absence.Ben and Teresa's wedding celebration ran joyously and frenetically from last Thursday's Girls' Night Out to Monday's Wet and Wild White Water Wedding Rafting on the Arkansas River. I'll let you guess which I attended.) In any case, I've done enough

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Inspired by Diane aka Mrs. DOF I present:An actual letter sent to a man named Ryan DeVries by thePennsylvania Department of Environmental Quality, State of Pennsylvania.This guy's response is hilarious, but read the State's letter before you getto the response letter.SUBJECT: DEQ File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Lycoming CountyDear Mr. DeVries:It has come to the attention of the

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I'm a wreck. Atwitter, aflutter---assuming it's possible to do both at the same time. I've also had an ugly vanity relapse which I think is probably poetic justice for making disparaging remarks about self-centered, humorless, grumpy old men. (And yes to all of you who reminded how self-centered, humorless and irritable many old ladies are. I think I agree with Terri---old men may be more

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Sorry boys. I know this might put your shorts in a twist, but I'm going to say it anyway. I think that women over 70 are generally cuter and more interesting than you guys at that age. Yes, I do believe it's true.From 40-70 there's no doubt men have the advantage. When it comes to free sex, the reasonably interesting 55+ guy with a decent income and no social diseases will beat a witty 55+ year

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I've been pretty vain most of my adult life. Before that I was acutely and embarrassingly aware of my exceptional unattractiveness. Now I consider both attitudes a big waste of time---and when I think about it, two sides of the same coin: vanity and self-absorption. I've decided to get over it. I think it's working. It's very comfortable not to give a damn about that stuff---and easy, when I

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I just received this photo in my email. It was a welcome change after a day of hearing about nothing but death and destruction. Can you see why?A hint: It was taken by Carole's brother on his KS ranch.ADDENDUMOK Folks. Time's up. Here's an explanation for all you city kids (like me) who couldn't figure what you were looking at: Yep, it's a wringing-wet-newborn little bullcalf snapped right

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Not to worry. Lucy isn't dead yet. But life does go on and time takes its toll. Lucy had a fall in the furniture store and has spent the last weeks in recovery (and a drug-induced stupor.) But it's all good, as the kids say. And that's why I want to keep blogging.Sometimes I'm not sure having my wits about me is a blessing at this age. Our family has been struggling since my fall. The old saying,

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We took a drive this afternoon. The sounds of 4th of July family celebrations were everywhere. It was impossible to ignore the packs of pets and children running wild in yards, driveways and occasionally darting into the street to retrieve a ball or Frisbee. The adults lounging on the lawn or whacking volleyballs and softballs, raucously approved. Due to extreme fire conditions the din of

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Yesterday I took my usual Friday jaunt for a book fix. As I turned on the busy street in front of the library I thought I was seeing things. Two fat white ducks were waddling officiously across the road, oblivious or at least unconcerned about the resulting traffic snarl. Joining the chorus of surrounding drivers I laughed right out loud.It was at that moment I recalled the joy my son and his

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Lucy is really big on celebrations. Important dates such as birthdays, anniversaries and the like deserve to be big. The bigger the better. Of course Lucy is anxious to expedite this bigness. She loves being busy making bigness. Her family does not regard this as a virtue.Around here, June is a really big month for family occasions. Jack's BDay, Carole's BDay, Jack and Carole's anniversary and

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Though I don't consider myself an "animal person," I've always been fascinated by birds. The only pets my son ever had were 2 birds---ducks. (See my very first blog, "Four-legged Friends" from Feb 12.) Not a happy memory. But I digress.Recently I received an exceptional link featuring the lyrebird and hosted by David/Richard(?) Attenborough. If you haven't seen it, I recommend you take a moment

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I've been fretting about losing weight for Ben and Teresa's wedding. I know I won't be a size 6 again but I would like there to be a bit less of me by the the time I make my appearance asGrandmother of the Groom. The problem is that I haven't been very disciplined about getting smaller. Somehow that makes me feel like, if not a failure, a bad girl. Hmmmm...So. Why is smaller better? How small

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Hi There! Lucy here---relatively healthy, relatively sane and always aspiring to be grateful. Just bits and pieces today as I'm waiting to go fishing. I wrote a fishing blog last week while I was wallowing in self-pity. I had the flu and felt every ache and pain of my 84 years and then some.My daughter-in-law Carole and her sister Sue are North Dakota Norwegians. That means you suck it up and

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I saw Alice in Wonderland at the bagel shop yesterday. She was perfect: about 8 years old, long blond hair tied in a big bow, sky-blue dress and crisp white pinafore with a finely embroidered "A" on the right corner of a scalloped lace hem...Voluminous fluffy petticoats, long white stockings and dainty, strapped black slippers.Alice was escorted by an apparently prosperous and preeningly proud

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I woke up with a smile on my face this morning. Really. That's not usual. I'm not known for being "Little Miss Mary Sunshine" in the AM. However it seems that as each day goes by I'm more aware of how truly blessed I am. And once in awhile something special occurs that makes me give extra thanks to the Almighty. So this morning I woke up smiling.I'd spent the evening before with my grandson Ben

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An aside to those of you who thought you'd get rid of me for two weeks. Hey! At my age, I can't afford to lose even a minute. Plans changed. The fam is no longer taking a trip off the grid. And Thank GD I'm still in good health. So of course I must post...post...must...blog....must...blog...Last night I caught a televised US baseball game. I was surprised. Baseball season? Already?A digression:

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Over the past few months I've been impressed by the wisdom, humor and sensitivity of the over-70 blogging community. I'm very proud to be part of it. Last night I discovered an elderblogger who makes me prouder still. Thanks to the delightful Lorraine at http://www.meandthecat.com/ for a Time excerpt that introduced me to:Betty Reid Soskin (b. 1921)Cultural Anthropologist and Writer 2006 Women's

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I nicked this critter from Nothing To Do With Arbroath at http://arbroath.blogspot.com/. Miss Cellania from http://misscellania.com/commented that the little fella looked "like something from Dr. Seuss." The Divine Miss C is right on as far as I'm concerned. You'll have to go to Arbroath and see if anybody has come up with an exact identification but for now I'm going with Dr. Seuss.The lil'guy

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Somebody's Best Banana BreadIngredients:6 large, over ripe bananas, mashed4 eggs, well beaten1 stick butter1/2 cup oil2 cups sugar1/4 cup lime or lemon juice2 cups cake flour2 tsp baking soda1 tsp salt1 cup chopped nuts2-3 Tbsp grated lemon or lime peelInstructions:Beat bananas, add eggs and set aside. Cream margarine and oil with sugar until fluffy. Add banana mixture and juice; blend well. Add

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Hello Friends and Neighbors. I was working on a post for tomorrow when I came across the photo you see here. Carole took it not long ago to document what she calls one of my little obsessions. She says the picture speaks for itself. What do you think?Later today I'll post something that will make her soooo wrong!

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My mother-in-law's name was Sarah. I loved her very much. This is the first time I've set down my thoughts about her and it's a tribute that's way overdue.Sarah grew up poor, like almost everbody else, in the Jewish ghettos of Eastern Europe. I'm not entirely sure what country she was actually born in as the borders moved constantly. I believe she met (quite possibly on her wedding day) her

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THANK YOU ALL...from the very bottom of my mending heart. I never dreamed such an outpouring of love could reach someone from so many people and places. Lucy is my "other mother" and I'm deeply thankful for her being in my life. I hope to read all your blogs so I can get to know you better. Lulu and I truly are on the mend---and all the faster with your loving wishes.auntietob

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I usually enjoy making people laugh but there wasn't much to laugh about today. I'm not talking about world affairs or politics, though Lord knows there's nothing funny about any of that either. Today was a serious, life-and-death day right here at home. Murphy was killed.True, Murph was "only " a dog but since moving to live with my family I realize something I never understood before. Animals

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This morning, as I was readying myself for a trip to the market, I studied my face in the bathroom mirror for a moment. Normally I rather like the familiar old roadmap. But this morning I saw a storm a'brewing. I looked mad. Mad---and really frustrated. But why not? I'd been listening to the morning news and discovered the price of gas had risen yet again!Even at my tender age I'm still a pretty

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I hope none of you object to one more "fun" picture. This one turned up today when Carole and I were trying to organize things in our office. When I heard Carole squeal I held my breath for a moment. One can never be sure what that kind thing means here in the Donn Dimension.Carole turned to me holding a dusty frame with am ancient-looking sepia print."Look Ma!," she exclaimed. "This is one of

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Gudrun Ivarsdatter (she's a maiden-lady cat)* is feral and elusive when she decides to be. Of course, as a cat she believes everything revolves around her...as this picture of Gudrun in one of the gardens at Jack and Carole's house near Garden of the Gods in Manitou Springs illustrates. Can you find Gudrun in Auntie Sue's latest photo? Let me know but don't let the cat out of the bag! *All the

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So. I was right and she was right. The Lovely Teresa's bridal shower was a rousing and delightful success!Of course I was fretting and pouting up to the last moment. Why? I don't know. Everything had been done: flowers, decorations, catering : check, check, check. Yet I found kvetching curiously soothing. Is that just me?In any case, all the fussing was forgotten when I walked through the door of

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The subject was seating.I'm of the mind that one does not invite folks to what passes for a polite social occasion (e.g. a bridal shower) unless adequate seating is provided. A child of the hippie-era, my daughter-in-law Carole sneers at conventional seating arrangements and placecards. Her philosophy is that it's every man for himself and the rest of you sit on the floor.OK, so maybe not the

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Good Evening. Lucy the Insomniac here... Still sleepless in Colorado. Back from last week's holiday sojourn with the Grands...Just me and my nimble, if not nubile brain skittering across the murk and darkness of night...I sit in the comfy stillness of my room and wonder...

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I don't think I've mentioned the upcoming wedding of my grandson Ben to The Lovely Teresa. Ben is studying to be a dentist but he and Teresa have decided not to wait to get married. "Granny, we're so much in love we want to get married now."And so, on July 29th, 2006 Ben and The Lovely Teresa are getting hitched in a "biggy" wedding celebration. (That date might sound familiar because it's in

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One of my friends called this morning."Hi, Lucy. I just got the paper and saw the picture of that darling Larry Olaf. I was so excited--I told my husband, 'I know him!'" She went on about how this dog was so funny, so huge, blah, blah,blah. Frankly, I'm getting sick and tired of Larry Olaf. He's really starting to cramp my style.It wasn't that long ago my friends would call and say, "Oh Lucy! I'm

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Not my scheduled post--which of course isn't done because I've been going to see everybody else. I just came from Milt's http://milts.blogspot.com/. I love Milt's writing. As I started writing a comment I realized I wanted to share it here.Just yesterday I read about blogging burn-out. I realized that will probably never happen to me. First, I'll probably croak before that happens and then there

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No wonder they didn't tell me. What I can't imagine is how they got Cole to keep his little trap shut. He rats out everybody. Cole is my only great-grandson. He's 4 going on 13---at least. His parents are the best a kid could wish for---or I thought they were until they pulled this stunt.The family pretty much accepts that I have a "thing" about safety. In fact they're really sick of hearing

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Last week Carole announced we were all going out for a "fancy" dinner with my grandson Ben and his fiance Teresa. Carole suggested I get "dolled up" and put on some fancy duds. When Carole says "fancy" she usually means real tablecloths and napkins, bottles of good wine and an atmosphere unlike Chipotle. I dressed accordingly.I needn't have fussed. We ended up at at a steakhouse---a Japanese

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It was a dark and stormy night. Yes, it was. Jack brought the garbage out and came back holding the collar of a soggy, quaking and bewildered dog. She was also tiny, mud-covered and tagless. Naturally Carole swooped down and bundled her into the living room. The one with the Coit-clean ecru carpet. The one we don't wear shoes on. Lucy exclaimed, "Ack! Ack!" But of course nobody listened.In no

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I was still steamed when I woke up this morning. Last night I was watching CNN. There stood George W. Bush and from his lips came the assurance that: "I am very encouraged by the progress of the war in Iran."Well George, guess what? I'm not not encouraged!As I watched the "leader" of our country make this patently ridiculous statement I thought of Cindy Sheehan being carted off in handcuffs for

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I used to think every year was just another number. Not so! Today I think of another year as another opportunity to appreciate and hopefully learn from all of Life's lessons. I can choose to react positively to what's put on my plate.I wish that I could express to you what it meant to me to open my mail this morning and discover the best birthday surprise ever...Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!!I

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HAPPY 84th BIRTHDAY GOLDENLUCYD!A few things you may not know about Lucy aka GrannyLu...1. Lucy loves baseball---and football!2. Lucy doesn't care much for movies.3. Lucy loves cookies and hates beans.4. Lucy hates to drink water but loves Diet Coke.5. Lucy is in pain most of the time but never lets on.6. Lucy can talk to anybody and usually does.7. Lucy is usually "working on a case" from

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It's 4AM and no, I'm not just waking up. I haven't been to sleep and finally that's OK with me. Not so long ago I lived in terror of not being able to sleep at night---so of course I didn't. My insomnia-anxiety nearly ruined my health and made my disposition decidedly unattractive. Or so they tell me.My family assured me that not sleeping wouldn't kill me, but if the situation didn't change, they

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Hallelujah! Three guess what that means. Yes, the kiddies have returned from SE Asia---at least a week early. True, they had to endure a 30 hour stand-by flight from Gehenna but they're back. When Aaron called this morning I could tell how anxious he was to see the large dog and incontinent pup. I could just tell.Oh, and of course I'll also be happy to see the kids. It's a beautiful day!LucyPS

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We just received an email from the owners of the large dog and incontinent pup currently boarding in our home. May I refer you once again to previous posts? The themes of You'll Kill Yourself and I've Got the Answers are perfectly illustrated by excerpts from the email. I don't think I need to say another thing other than to restate the obvious: The kiddies love to rattle Granny's cage! "Aaron's

goldenlucydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05771923463205968087noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22370932.post-1141300156592299602006-03-02T02:01:00.000-08:002006-03-02T04:47:46.833-08:00

Kenju at http://justaskjudy.blogspot.com/ writes one of my favorite blogs. Today she challenges us all to a quiz. As in Jeopardy! we know the answers. We need to come up with the questions. Here are mine. Referencing "Four-Legged Friends" (my very first post!) in the February archive might shed some light on my questions.Thanks Kenju. This was great fun!===========================================

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I've always operated on the "dead in the street" principle. This means I automatically imagine the worst-scene scenario when it comes to physical safety and the likelihood of danger and disaster. I can't help it.When I was a child I was taught (not to contradict Mr. Rogers--whom my grandchildren quoted when I expressed concern) that I could actually go down the bathtub drain. I guess I've always

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Many thanks to all of you who have sent encouraging comments and letters. (For those of you who have quit trying to find something worthwhile in this life---and you know who you are---I'm sorry. I plan to live until I die.) But for now fellow bloggers, Lucy has her "Let's Straighten Out This Government" hat on.I simply can't believe the current administration. I'm pretty apolitical (6 of one,

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It was the blind leading the blind. Carole and I were trying to figure out how to put more photos and start posting the "links I love" on my blog. We couldn't even find the tutorial Jack left on the desktop to assist us while he's out of town. We were sure it was there the last time we looked, but suddenly it wasn't. I said I thought it must have gotten up and snuck off to the odd sock and sharp

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