If Only

If Only I were

Younger 

Braver

More agile, and

Wealthy….

I just saw something, from the safety of my balcony, that I don’t remember ever seeing before. 

My human exclaimed, “Look at all the kites.”

Then, we looked closer. They were kite surfing.

This, incredibly talented, being rode all the way to the Edge of the sand, turned, rode the waves and literally flew through the air for an unbelievable period of time.

I could have watched for hours, but he headed north, out of sight.

Oh, if only I were able to play like that!

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Old Friends at the Beach

“The sunrise was beautiful this morning.” said the woman on the elevator this morning.

“Yes, I’m glad we saw it, spectacular.” the man responded.

I was on my way down to the newspaper stand to find Halloween activities. I had slept through the sunrise, so I had nothing to add to the conversation. I am on vacation, I don’t wake early enough to bother with the sunrise.

Still, I went on the balcony and saw this.

I couldn’t help thinking, here were two old friends, sitting on a rooftop like bookends.

I guess they think the view is every bit as wonderful as I do. I wonder if they saw the sunrise. They might have had something to add to the elevator conversation.  

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Old Friend, I Missed You

My old friend and I have not been together for many months. I truly can’t remember the last time we met.

Oh, how very much I missed my friend who makes my breathing easy and sends my soul and dreams flying. 

We have been reunited, and the world is alright again.

Everyone seems to have their own happy place. This is mine.

Thankfully, I am getting back on track. 

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As Long As I Remember

I sat in the area known as “The Square” between all the classes, with a small group of students, trying to help them write essays. One student asked me how to spell volunteer and I started, “V-O-L-“, then I went completely blank. I could not remember what letter came next.

“I can’t remember, I think it’s V-O-L-U-N-T-E-E-R, but I am not sure.”

Truthfully, I think it is good for students to know that even adults sometimes have moments when they are not sure, but still – I was upset that my brain froze.

One of the students wrote the word into his computer to let the spell check do its magic, and declared I was correct. Still, it looked funny to me. Oh well, at least that question was answered.

The thing is, for me, the idea of forgetting is not something I take lightly. I lost both my parents to Alzheimer’s. I remember when my father started to forget words. No, I did not forget the word, just how to spell it, but still –

My parents are not forgotten. They still live in my memories and as long as I remember them, they will continue to be a real part of who I am. I want to remember them and that is the main reason my sisters and I walk every October. We walk for a cure, we walk to raise awareness of the disease, and we walk in order to support the services available for those suffering from the disease and for their caregivers.

Last Saturday was our walk.

It took place in the Riverfront in Wilmington, Delaware.

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It was a gorgeous day, cool in the morning, but it became quite warm – I think in the 80s and I enjoyed the weather very much.

 

20171021_082932.jpgThis tent doesn’t have anything other than tables, but there was a tent with bananas, pretzels, and  water so we had the energy to walk. There were also tables with reusable water bottles, towels, bags, etc. from the various nursing homes and other service providers.

The most beautiful table was the one with the flowers. Each walker picked a flower based on their reason for walking.

 

 

Though there were many orange flowers taken, most were either yellow or purple because, unfortunately, there are few people who are not affected by the terrible disease.

My flower was yellow because I was once a caregiver. I could have taken purple, but my angel garden already has a purple one.

I pray I never get a blue one.

I pray, and pray, and pray…..

This year they introduced a new flower. It wasn’t available on the table, but it was part of the opening ceremony because there WILL come a day when people will proudly carry the white flowers.

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I survived Alzheimer’s

Someday there will be a cure.

Someday, I will simply laugh off the idea that I forgot how to spell ‘volunteer’.

Until that day, I will continue to walk, as long as I remember.

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A field of beautiful flowers that spun in the breeze.

Every time I saw someone with a blue flower, I felt the anguish of the individual and those around him. Every time I saw a group of people, each carrying a sign of a the face of a loved one lost, I felt the sting of tears in my eyes.

Though I wish to forget the grief the disease causes, I choose to remember because it is in remembering that we find the drive to continue to walk.

It was a beautiful day with a very large crowd.

You know what is always present when a large crowd gathers…..

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I couldn’t resist taking a picture of the ambulance because I included one in my last post. I found its presence to be a little poignant as many with Alzheimer’s end up passengers in such vehicles. I don’t think it was used that day.

 

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Back in the Saddle

For most of us, falling off a bicycle is no big deal. As long as we were capable of riding the bicycle well in the first place, it is simply a matter of putting our rumps on the seat and our feet on the pedals. The balancing act becomes second nature. The fall from a bicycle is not a terrible fall, the distance to the ground is relatively short, the bruises minor.

Falling off a horse is considerably more debilitating. Horses are taller than bicycles. Horses are more skittish and they sense our fear, making them even more difficult to remount after a terrible fall.

I never felt uneasy getting back on a bicycle, even after I was hit by a car on one.  Though I have ridden horses, I don’t know if I would be easily persuaded to go back in the saddle after a fall. Were I able to overcome my fear, I would definitely require a saddle rather than try to ride bareback.

Please allow me to use the analogy of blogging as riding a horse.

I was doing fairly well in my navigating the pathways on through the open fields and forests and rivers on my dear horse (thecreationofmaneetrautz) on my trusty saddle. However, I think there was a time I tried to go bareback. I had it in my mind that I was going to be exceptional at it and make the world of a difference. I tried to enter a steeple chase as a beginner.

The competition was overwhelming. I felt inferior. I fell during one of the jumps and I was unable to brush off the grass and dirt quickly enough to catch up with the other horses. I led the horse back into the barn and left it alone.

I am a substitute teacher. Walking into a classroom after a summer off is as simple as riding a bicycle. I had no trouble with it. In fact, I absolutely love my job. I have no fear of incompetence when I prepare my lunch each morning, don my badge, and walk out the door.

Writing, is an insurmountable steed.

Yet, I must write. I must mount that horse again. I may need a steady hand to offer me support, as well as a step ladder, but I will mount that horse again. Of course, I will use a saddle.

You, my dear readers, the members of my writer’s group, as well as my new Toastmaster’s friends,  are all my support. My saddle is a healthy recognition that I can’t be a huge success in the blink of an eye, it takes practice and persistence. I also have to be more realistic in what defines success.

For now, my success is in doing. As long as I write, I am successful.

So, for now, the pathways I am going ride upon my horse will be gentle and well worn. There will be times that I lead, and others when I let the horse lead, Either way, as long as we are at ease with each other, the journey will be sweet.

I will not be trying to inspire and change the world with lofty thoughts. That pompous track was daunting. Instead, I will simply try to inspire by sharing more of myself. I don’t know why I was afraid to write about the person behind the pen name. I would think an author is more enjoyable if we knew more about the person as a human.

Last spring, my human and I went to the horse races. I was going to write something great about it, but I never did. Some day, I might write about my experiences with horse races, but for today, I would like to share pictures I took.

 

20170519_120357It was a beautiful day for a race.20170519_130015The food was phenomenal, Maryland seafood in all its glory.20170519_141849 The beverage of choice was a Black-eyed Susan, which tasted wonderful and definitely added to the happiness of the day.20170519_141415I don’t know much about how people dress when attending the horse races across the country, but I did know hats were a dominant factor for this particular event. I was fortunate enough to have many willing, lovely ladies whom I did not know, willing to model their beautiful hats.  All were aware I would post them.

The most striking picture was one I didn’t even realize would be so relevant in the post I would write about this event. I understood the importance of the vehicle for the event, but I had never seen anything like it before, and I had to capture it in a picture.

20170519_161037Notice the two ambulances. They don’t look out of place in a fairgrounds where many visitors are expected.

20170519_161047This ambulance is definitely a one-of-a-kind. I have never seen one before, but I am certain it is a welcome sight for many a horse.

I think both my horse and I needed some attending these last few months. Fortunately, we are healing, and  back in the saddle.

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Speaking to Break the Ice

I joined Toastmasters International this summer.

It is a group of people who meet and give speeches and take part in the meeting as “timer” or “evaluator” etc. I don’t really know what the jobs all are, I just joined.

Anyway, the reason people join is to brush up on their communication skills, or for better leadership.

I joined in the hopes of building my confidence in speaking in front of people and presenting my ideas. I really want to be a motivational speaker, so I must start somewhere.

I am going to do the icebreaker speech at the next meeting. That speech is intended to give me the first opportunity to speak in front of people and to introduce myself to the group. Instead of saying things like – I am a mother, wife, substitute teacher, writer etc., I am going to introduce myself by telling the audience about my beliefs.

I think you really don’t know much about people unless you know what they believe. Our beliefs shape us and influence all of our actions.

I am going to focus on how my beliefs have changed as I have grown. One main belief that I developed as a mother is the belief that we can only really live our own lives. I am living my life, my offspring live their own. It really helps me to relax when they make mistakes or go in a direction I would not consider. They are living their own lives, and that is just fine.

What beliefs do you have that you think shape your daily choices the most?

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The Summer is Ending

I have not been communicating this summer. I have been trying to keep my equilibrium enough to stay on my feet during the days.

I scheduled all the medical exams for myself and the offspring. There were quite a few I anticipated, and some I hadn’t. Those yearly exams and the “I’m old now” exams, were not exactly enjoyable, but knowing all the tests came back normal makes me happy. The unexpected  – 4 wisdom teeth pulled for one offspring, two separate tooth surgeries for another offspring, and a hospital visit, were slightly stressful and quite expensive.

I think it’s a good thing I hadn’t planned any vacation during this summer.

The most traumatic adventure of the summer was the beloved vehicle being rammed on the driver’s side while an offspring chauffeured the human. They had been having a lovely day. They both agree it was a great day prior to the accident. Reminds me of the old saying, “Besides that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?” Both thought the play was divine – though they really hadn’t been to the theater.

When the police arrived on the scene, they asked where the bodies were. They were certain someone had been ejected from the vehicles. Fortunately everyone was wearing a seat belt. Unfortunately, both vehicles were totaled.

The loss of a beloved vehicle is tragic, and it takes time to heal from the loss. However, I did NOT lose a loved one. I am immensely thankful for that.

I think the best message to gain from this summer is – get the best insurance you can, doctor visits and car repairs are expensive, the insurance makes it more bearable.

Take care of yourself and have yearly exams – the earlier something is found, the more likely to have a full recovery. Same thing for cars, get your oil changed, have the service done, keep your tires inflated. The better you care for your vehicle, the longer it will last – unless, of course, it is t-boned. The fact that you just got new tires and your oil changed is kind of ironic when your car gets totaled.

Anyway, I have given up on communicating simply because I have been trying to breathe. BUT summer is coming to an end and I must start doing something other than simply breathing.

Today I started reading blogs again and felt I could write something. Hopefully I will have it all worked out by September.

Tomorrow I am car shopping. Wish me luck!

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