It’s that time of the year, albeit a bit later than usual. Thanksgiving is upon us once again.
I have come to grips with my late father’s view on why he always hated this time of year: the drop of the leaves and the bareness of the trees , in later years, reminded him off death. I understand that now.
I respected my father’s view, but at this point of my life, although I have experienced a lot of deaths, I have also chosen this time of the year to be thankful.
Another Thanksgiving means I am physically here, which is good. I have a husband and pup and family who love me and although we aren’t as young as we used to be, well, we are still here.
I am thankful to have found a second career in my lifetime , which I never though I would have the opportunity to do. They say that working with children is incredible, and I heartily agree. Although Jim and I don’t have any children, I am sure he feels like we do because of the stories I share with him when we are together. We chuckle and enjoy the antics. We have even met my students when we are out and about.
Kasia has taught me to persevere. We keep moving on together, through our aches and pains, and we take each day as it comes. There is a certain peace I get when I walk her, because I make it a point to observe what she is observing, although, agreed, I am at a little higher level. I try to appreciate every day with her.
Finally, I am thankful for you. Thanks for taking the time for reading my blog. Although I have not been writing on a daily basis, I am grateful for those of you who take the time to read my musings.
Once again I bring my Dad’s picture out in saluting all service personnel, past and current.
It is amazing living here, as we constantly have service personnel out and about with us in daily life. In the school where I am at, about seventy-five percent of the students are children of service personnel.
As I say, always, when crossing the path of one,”Thank you for your service.💙❤️.”
…as there is definitely a front coming through. I have been fortunate enough to have had the pleasure of enjoying a ton of blooms on my deck that I called “Club Gerber” on Facebook. I look back at when I started putting flowers out in pots on the deck five years ago. I grew a ton of romaine, or should I say Gerber daisy leaves. It seemed that way after the plants lost their blooms. My friend Bela’s Dad was visiting and let me in on some secrets that have made all the difference.
Meanwhile, my trainer,Kasia, is in with me, after a walk a little while ago. I am happy to say I haven’t wrapped up my exercise/walking plans. Kas works me out, for which I am so grateful. We have taken many walks and had some gorgeous sights. To give credit where credit is due, her Dad took the gorgeous shot of the Kasia girl.
So with the first frost coming overnight, another season moves away from us here, and we’ll get our minds and bodies set for the late fall and winter. It’s always a good thing!
Kasia has been working me out with our walks. Tomorrow the weather is due to be unsettled, so we made sure we got long walks in, because tomorrow is Halloween. Unfortunately it’s due to be stormy for my local trick-or-treaters.
Tomorrow would have been the Halloween parade in school, but because of the weather forecast, the festivities in school are being held on Friday. I was on the hook, one way or another, as I’ll be substituting for second grade for the end of the week. It seems that teachers dress up, so I’ll be dressed as a scarecrow. I’m sure it’ll be an experience I’ll never forget.
School has been pretty good. I have been busy working and I love every moment of it. I am glad to have second grade this week. It is a great class, and with a good teacher, it’s easy to step in and run with the ball for a little while.
It’s a gloomy day here and for once, the weather and my plans were on the same page.
It was so dreary I laid on my sofa and actually napped. Oh what a treat that was!
When I got up, I got Kasia out for her walk, since those ten thousand steps are always on my mind. When we got back in, I decided to see what’s up with Club Gerber. You can imagine my surprise when I saw a newcomer to Club Gerber trying to crash the party. If you look at the picture above, you see a new blossom trying to open.
Of course, there’s always my mums, which make me smile and think of my Dad. He used to raise them in my back yard when I was a kid.
Here are the remaining Club Gerber inhabitants, waving goodbye until next summer. They enjoyed their time here, that much is quite evident.
I remember a poem I had memorized in grammar school. It was ” October’s Party” by George Cooper.
October gave a party:
The leaves by hundreds came.
The Chestnuts, Oaks and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand.
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
It always boggles my mind that I remember this poem, after memorizing it over 50 years ago. It’s probably in my head because October was a busy month in my life. Luca, my youngest godson, had his birthday yesterday. My both brothers have birthdays a week apart and today would have been my Dad’s 99th birthday. Dad and I had memorable Octobers with Mom in later years. When they were still able to travel, we would go to Black Moshannon state park and see the changing colors of the leaves. Once in a while, we’d squeeze in a Penn State football game. I remember the delight my Pop would have at getting a strawberry ice cream cone and a chocolate ice cream cone at the Penn State Creamery. Because no mixing of flavors was allowed, he’d put one cone upside down on the other and have his double dip cone the way HE wanted it.
Perhaps it’s the fact that I am back in school as a teacher with young children around me that takes me back. Classrooms are adorned in student’s artwork of cornstalks, pumpkins and the like. I make no apology for it.
After all, “October gave a party…” How lucky am I to still be around to see it.
I would be remiss if I made no post to make mention of the 9/11 anniversary. The National Geographic channel has been running a lot of programming, especially one I have mentioned on the blog before”. 9/10- the hours before.” If you have opportunity to catch it. It is extremely bittersweet knowing what we know is going to happen. If you miss it, you can also see it on You Tube. It is definitely worth catching.
Signing off on the eve of the 18th anniversary, thanking God for every day I have two feet on the ground and remembering ALL the poor souls of 9/11, especially those first responders who suffered long after the fact.
…in a galaxy 94 miles away from where I am now, Jim and I said our vows 17 years ago on the 31st of August.
We have gone through ups, downs and bumps, but we are still here. Perhaps the fact that we were late bloomers at 42 and 48, and maybe we assumed that maturity would see us through, but what ever it was, my vote being love, we are still standing at the seventeen year mark. I have often said that it has gotten to the point where I can’t remember life without Jim and Zush, and later Zush and Kasia joining us. I think it’s a good thing.
So happy anniversary to the former bagel baker. I love you and am looking forward to the golden years that we might actually participate in down the road.
Like the giant eye in this sunflower, I have taken the past week or so to take time and watch and listen.
Sometimes I feel as though I take everything in, but when I do, I really don’t THINK about it.
Things happen. My neighbor’s husband died, and I knew him for 10 years. He passed at 98. Ninety eight. Pretty good shelf life, I would say. I made it a point to really listen to his wife, who I consider a good friend, and hear her grief. I tried to comfort her as best as I can and check in on her daily. Another friend fell and broke her ankle and had to have surgery. Again, when I go to see her, I make it a point to really dial in and take in what exactly she is telling me. I am due to go to the dietician today. I know when I go there I will be right with her, trying to work on a healthier life style so my shelf life will be decent. That means a lot to me, as this Saturday it’ll be twenty one years since my Dad passed away. He wanted desperately to see seventy seven. Why? Because his Dad lived to seventy six. Now, I am not setting parameters on my shelf life, but it’s that time of year when Dad’s passing has me so aware of time.
A good friend of mine commented on a Facebook post I made, lamenting the short season for hydrangeas in the heat of summer. He quoted that old song about for everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season…..and it is so true.
I was on the Cape May Ferry this past weekend and in the elevator, a young blond headed girl was there with her sister and her mom. I walked into the elevator and that little face looked up at me, pointed a finger and announced,” I know you; you’re my teacher.” Needless to say the exchange made me feel good, or as Jim would say, I wore a major idiotic grin on my face. Maybe it’s the anticipation of a new school year that added to my recognition of the passage of time. I know poor Kasia will get the short straw when I go back, but thanks to paying better attention to my weight, I will be able to spend more time and walks with her when I get home. I’d like to think that I honor Zush’s memory by giving Kasia all the love she needs and then some.
Most importantly, it’ll be our seventeenth wedding anniversary coming up. It’s to the point where I can’t really remember my life before Jim entered it.