Open Forum Monday - What Do You Do?

Back when I was really bothered by shingles pain and blogged about it, your comments turned into a bit of a symposium on dealing with said pain.

I have another problem.  Since I have been having pain in my leg, I have had a very difficult time sleeping at night.  When you can't sleep, what do you do?  I stay awake all day in hopes of being really sleepy when I go to bed.  I go upstairs, lie down, and become wide awake.  Do any of you experience this problem and what do you.

I read about the soothing effects of chamomile tea and made off to the grocery store to buy some.  I steeped tea last evening, took a sip, and then held my nose to try to drink more so that I wouldn't taste it.  Blech!  When Mother Rabbit made it for Peter, I think it was truly a punishment! 

I welcome your thoughts.  Does anyone want 19 bags of chamomile tea?  They are sealed.  I will send them to the first person who asks.  Good night.

Just Because

A Smile costs nothing, but gives much.

It enriches those who receive, without making poorer those who give.

It takes but a moment, but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.

None is so rich or mighty that he can get along without it,

and none is so poor, but that he can be made rich by it

A Smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business,

and is the countersign of friendship

It brings rest to the weary, cheer to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad,

and it is nature’s best antidote for trouble.

Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,

for it is something that is of no value to anyone, until it is given away

Some people are too tired to give you a smile;

Give them one of yours, as none needs a smile so much as he who has no more to give.

--Author Unknown

Now I Am Four!

When I woke up this morning, my room was filled with balloons!  What fun I've had playing with them.  I went to the store with my mommy and told everyone that now I am four.  My grammy has come to help celebrate, and tonight my aunt Sarah is leaving to drive up to see me and celebrate this weekend.

Where have the years gone? A lot of you have been seeing photos of Ella ever since she was born. Here are a few of the photos from this past year.

This and That

A week ago we had four days of rain here in Florida, not a harsh rain, but gentle, constant.  I was sitting in the comfort of my home listening to the rain on the roof and enjoying it so.  And then my mind went to the people in Haiti who are still living in tents, even as the rainy season begins.  One can only pray and hope that a hurricane doesn't strike the country this year.

I splurged a week or so ago and bought a K*ndle.  I'm enjoying it so much.  One of the things that I'm trying out is one of the local newspapers.  As I was reading it this morning, there was an article about Haiti and an interview with W*clef Jean,  He left the poverty of Haiti years ago and has become wealthy as a musician here in the States.  He went to Haiti after the earthquake and "helped dig a dead friend out of the rubble.  He loaded bodies onto trucks.  He carried a 15-year-old girl whose ankles were crushed to a hospital, where her feet were amputated. 'What she said to me after the surgery defines the Haitian spirit for me', he said. She opened her eyes and asked, 'Can you help me go to school?'"

We shift our priorities all too soon.  Now all the media talks about the oil spill.  Haiti is a passing thought.
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Yesterday I had a call from someone looking for my husband to do electrical work.  That hasn't happened in a long time.  I was talking about Don to someone the other day and talked about his work was truly a calling to him.  I remember once hearing Chuck Sw*ndoll speaking about being ordained to do your work.  Don was truly an ordained electrician.  He did the work and then took the time to listen to peoples' heartaches and joys.

I read this quote in an e-mail newsletter the other day and it really hit home to me.  "If it falls your lot to be a street sweeper, sweep streets like Michelangelo painted pictures, like Shakespeare wrote poetry, like Beethoven composed music; sweep streets so well that all the host of Heaven and Earth will have to pause and say, Here lived a great sweeper, who swept his job well." -Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Some of you have asked about my back.  I had an MRI done, and it showed some bulging discs and severe stenosis...so.  I'm still having therapy.  I've told some folks that it must be getting better because I'm noticing the shingles pain again.  The back and leg pain had taken over before.  I did read about a new patch for the PHN (postherpetic neuralgia) I seem to be among the one-third of patients who develop this.  I'm going to look into it.  There is one doctor here in town who works with it.  We'll see. 

Until the next time I manage to post something...

This will put a smile on your face

I received an e-mail from a friend today with this simple one-liner, "I don't want to brag or make anybody jealous or anything, but I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school."

Happy Wednesday.

Why Doesn't He Talk to Me?

 This past week my son was being interviewed on one of the TV stations in the area.  Ella was still at Ginny's.  Her mom had arrived to pick her up, and they sat down to watch David's interview.  Ginny told me that Ella couldn't understand why he would not answer her when she talked to him.

We have finally caught up with technology (just a bit) and have begun talking back and forth via the computer and web cam.  The first time Ella saw me, she said, "Grammy, can I come to your house?" She'd get right up to the screen, looking like she wanted to give me kisses.  After I explained this to Ginny, she understood why Ella was having a hard time not knowing why her daddy wouldn't talk to her when he was on TV.

I mentioned a while ago having trouble with my back.  I've started having therapy and so it is easing some.  Hopefully it will be all better.  My shingles still let me know that they are around.

If you haven't visited Melange recently, be sure to stop by.  She's blogging more again, and each post is better than the last one.

Have a good weekend, everyone.

A Song for Sunday

Oh my aching back!

I started to write this post a couple of weeks ago and the picture and title were as far as I got.  I can not help wondering what is going through this dear woman's mind.  Did she lose her home in the earthquake?  Did she lose family?  Is she wondering where her next meal  might be coming from?  Will she still be sleeping in a tent when the heavy rains or hurricanes come?  Many, many heavy thoughts.

When I think of her and many like her, my aches and pains seem so minor.  After I came home from Virginia in May, I started back to the gym and when I was finishing one set of exercises, I felt something slip in my lower back.  Ouch!  The pain from my back has gone down into my left leg, and I'm having a terrible time sleeping at night.  Along with that the shingles pain has not gone away.  Pain does affect one's daily life, but I'm glad it is at least temporary.  One of these day it will be gone...once I find the correct treatment.

I'm reminded of the old country preacher who stood in his pulpit and began speaking, "I'm glad it came to pass and not to stay."  That's what I'm hanging on to here. 

On a happier note, a dear friend of mine that I worked with in Haiti is relocating here.  Out east there is a community for retired missionaries, and she is going to move in there.  There are several other families living there too, so she will have lots of friends there.  Winters in New York were getting very hard for her, so she's looking forward to mild winters.  She didn't even seem to mind the heat the other day when I picked her up at the airport.  I'm thrilled she's going to be here close by.

Those You Touch...You Change...and They Change You

The photos here were taken during a friend's recent trip to Haiti.  It is interesting that all the people who went to Haiti to give aid to a suffering country came back feeling that they had been given something that wasn't material and can't be taken away.

                                   

The following essay is by Steve Goodier.

 Did you know that your money likely has traces of cocaine on it?

A study by Jack Demirgian of the Argonne National Laboratory

revealed that a full 78% of the currency circulating in Miami and

other major US cities carries trace amounts of cocaine. That's

probably true elsewhere, too.

They were only looking for cocaine, but I wonder what else might be

found on the bills? Maybe fast-food products, such as frying grease,

mustard or teriyaki sauce? Tea or coffee? And how about rouge or

lipstick from purses and lint from pockets? Perhaps ink from a leaky

pen? I've found more indistinguishable stains on some of my money

than I care to think about.

What's more, we're told that if they look closely enough, they can

even learn something about where your money has been. To the store.

To the beach. Even hidden beneath a mattress.

Just about anything that comes into contact with money leaves a bit

of itself behind. Then, when the bills rub up against each other in

a wallet or billfold, they share contaminates. Everything the bills

touch will be changed, however slightly

So it is with us. Everything we touch is changed. I used to play

English hand bells. "Don't touch the bells with your bare hands," we

were told. "Wear gloves." The oils from our hands changed the

quality of the bells.

Everything we touch is changed. And everybody we touch is changed --

even if we're not infected with something contagious. I'm not only

talking about physical touch, either. Often we touch their minds and

spirits and hearts. Everybody we speak to, rub shoulders with or

even smile at...is changed in some minute way. These changes can be

helpful or hurtful, depending on our interaction. It is like leaving

a piece of ourselves behind with everyone we meet, and taking a

piece of them with us.

And even little changes can make a difference. NO ONE is

insignificant in this regard.

Bette Reeves said, "If you think you are too small to be effective,

you have never been in bed with a mosquito." You don't need to be a

mosquito to have an effect on people around you. The question is:

what little part of yourself will you leave behind? How will you

influence them? Will your encounter be thoughtful or hurried?

Helpful or harmful? Intentional or accidental?

There is something awe-inspiring about the influence we have on one

another. Whom will you touch today? What will you leave behind, and

what will you take with you?

Awesome questions.

Carmi's theme--Edible!

Meanwhile, back in Savannah at the end of our day of sightseeing, we had reservations for dinner at "Lady and Sons," Paula Deen's restaurant.  Someone said to me that they were surprised that it wasn't fancier, but since it is in the historic district, it must be compatible with its surroundings.

We were escorted downstairs where we had our own room.  When we were seated, we were served a biscuit and a hoecake.  When our turn came to go to the buffet, we certainly had plenty of choices for our dinner.

There were three meats on the buffet - fried chicken, barbecued ribs, and pork.  The hot sides were rice, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, collard greens, cooked cabbage, black-eyed peas, corn, and macaroni and cheese.  I'm sure I've probably left something out.  Alongside the main buffet was a salad bar. 

After our dinner, we were offered a choice of peach cobbler, banana pudding, or some of Paula's gooey butter cake.  I chose the banana pudding.  One of the ladies on our tour said that her son had gone there and when he read the menu outside, he chose not to go because he didn't like any of that southern cooking.

A friend of mine who visited Savannah not too long ago said to me, "Beverly, it was no better than anything we cook at home."  That's what it was, plain Southern cooking, and it tasted mighty fine to me.

When you're finished eating dinner here, you need to take a walk or something, you will surely be full.  It certainly isn't hard to eat too much.

For more of the "edible" theme, visit Carmi's place.  There will be links to other "edible" posts in the comment section.

This is the way we iron our clothes

 Do you have any of these around your house?  I took a pair of pants into a dry cleaner's store in Waynesboro the other day and saw these irons on display.  I began chatting with the lady who was working there.  She mentioned that the owner of the business had a lot more on display at his store in Charlottesville.

She said that she had grown up just outside Charlottesville, and they had no modern conveniences at their house until she was 13 and they moved into town.  I told her I hated going to my grandparents' house because they had none either.  The main one that I didn't like was having to go down the path to go to the bathroom.

We had a couple of them at our house, but they were used mainly for door stops. I believe I remember hearing my mother say that they became a bit rare because the government gathered iron during the war for manufacturing.

They are neat to look at, but I wouldn't want to have to use one like any of these.  I'd get tired just picking one up!  I would think it might be hard to keep the clothes clean too.

I brought an iron home from Haiti when I came home...not to use, but for decoration.  It is similar to the one above, but with a bright red handle.  It opens so that you can put the hot charcoal inside.

Now with fabrics that are almost wrinkle-free and dryers with settings that let us get clothes out with hardly a wrinkle, irons are not used nearly as much as they used to be.  I taught with a lady whose daughter was married to a man who insisted that his shirts be starched and ironed.  She said that her daughter washed the shirts, took them out of the dryer right away, hung them in the closet, and sprayed starch in the closet.  He was none the wiser.  The joke was on him.

As I looked at all the irons, I wondered to myself, "Where does the expression 'too many irons in the fire' come from?"  One would need an iron to be heating while using one.  Does anyone know? 

A Very Merry Unbirthday

Today is my last day in Virginia until August.  Some time last year before Ella's third birthday, she and her mother were in a restaurant where someone was celebrating a birthday.  She wanted to have one too, so they stopped at the dollar store, bought some birthday hats and balloons, and then proceded to the store for a cake and candles.

When her birthday actually arrived, she was ready.  Tonight after dinner, we had another unbirthday party.  What fun it was  to watch her.  She was a little concerned that there were no hats, but as you can see, she handled it quite well.

I asked her mom if there had been other unbirthday parties during the year.  "Oh, yes," was the reply.

When you are three, who is counting?

Savannah Houses

Tree-lined streets...so beautiful.  Some of the houses here are in the historic section, others on the outskirts.  To me, all are beautiful.

 We saw many of these houses from the bus.  The tour guide described them to us, but I was so busy snapping photos that I didn't get all the details.  I must purchase a book about Savannah's houses.  The next time I will go, it will not be on a bus.

This particular house is in the historic district....as well as the one below.

 This is the garden outside Juliette Gordon Low's house.  This one house we did visit, but we weren't allowed to take photos inside.  She, as you probably know, founded the Girl Scouts of America.  Quite the artist, her home contains oil paintings and sculptures that she did.  When she married Mr. Low, they moved to England where she met Lord Baden Powell, who was founder of the Boy Scouts.  She, in turn, founded Girl Guides, which later became known as Girl Scouts.  Mr. Powell didn't think that girls should or could do what the boys did, but Juliette proved him wrong and changed the name to Girl Scouts.

Our guide said that this house is called the true gingerbread house in Savannah.  It reminds me of some of the old homes in Haiti.

A Day in Savannah

I have often driven I-95 on my to David's and have passed by the exits for Savannah, and I always said to myself that I must go there some day.  The last week of April, I went with a group of seniors (as in old people) to Savannah.  Our bus dropped us off on River Street for "shopping and lunch."  I connected with one of the ladies on the bus who was no more interested in shopping than I was, and so we asked the best way to see the most in the time that we had.

He suggested that we go up the elevator to Bull Street and head west.  That led us down several squares that are lined with the most magnificent live oaks that I believe I've ever seen.  Almost as abundant as live oaks were church steeples.  As we walked down the squares we stopped to read the many monuments to people who were important in the founding of Georgia from Oglethorpe to the soldiers who helped fight for independence.

As we walked along, we were serenaded by street musicians, one a violinist and this gentleman who was playing gospel songs on his flute.  What a lovely stop along the way.  I decided that if I ever move to Savannah, I will be a bench sitter, especially in the spring time. 

This would be a lovely way to see the historic part of the city.  We saw several horse-drawn buggies and lots of open-air trams filled with sight-seers.  We enjoyed walking so that we could stop at will and snap photos or take the time to read the historic markers.

Our day ended at "The Lady and Sons," Paula Deen's restaurant.  Our tour guide had made these reservations for us, and we were given a room downstairs.  The gentleman who greeted us didn't tell us who he was, but we later found out he is Bobby's son, Paula's grandson.  We were served some good Southern cooking.  If you went away hungry, it was no one's fault but your own.

I'll post some more photos tomorrow of some of the houses in Savannah and more of Paula's.