Friday, October 14, 2022

The Curated Life

 I've been thinking a lot lately about curating my life - I like the term, "curated", as it gives me a sense of intention - a deliberate choosing of what to put into both my home and my days. Perhaps with all the turmoil and busyness this year has brought, it has created in me a desire for a calm, uncluttered life.  

Mom has been hospitalized four times this year.  Weeks in a nursing home.  Lots of home care visitors.  Lots of doctor appointments and tests.  It's been very difficult to find a rhythm for our days, to say the least.

Jennifer's latest post, on, really made me think.  She used the word "rhythms", which struck a chord with me.  I remember reading awhile ago that someone decided to think of those never-ending chores as "cycles" - getting up in the morning and figuring out where they were in the laundry cycle, the dish cycle, etc.  I tried to think of those things that way, but it didn't work for me.  I'm a problem-solver - and dirty dishes in the sink?  I see those as a problem, so I solve that problem and forget it.  Trouble is, it's a never-ending problem.  So, thinking of those chores as rhythms is easier for me.  Like the ebb and flow of the tide - they're always with us, there's no end, but by changing my perception of them, it creates less stress. 

Especially with mom here.  This is the cleanest you'll ever see my kitchen table:

That's all mom's stuff.  We have boxes of medical equipment on a stool that I can no longer use, along with the Play-Doh that she uses to help her hands be more flexible.

Nothing gets put away, because there is no place for it, and we use it every day.  For an order-loving obsessive like me, what to do?  It's our rhythm for now.

I do get to escape to my art room almost every day.  And it calms my soul.

That's about as cluttered as I like to see ANY horizontal surface when not actually in use.  That's my natural rhythm.

And now, we've made the decision that mom will stay here, we will bring some of her stuff here, furniture and paintings - don't ask me where we'll put it.  This will take some serious curating for my home!  And now her home as well.  I want her to feel at home here, not like she's just taking up space that I'd rather use for something else.  

Living with intention, making the decision to either add or remove something from your days, these are hard things - but I feel so much better for doing them.  Choosing to spend my time doing not just for mom but for myself as well - reading my bible, drawing, painting, caring for my home - these are things that are not only necessary but joyful.  Cluttering up my days with too much to do makes me crazy stressed.  A deliberate slowing, and choosing to think in terms of rhythms instead of problems has actually solved a problem, of never enough time to take care of the daily "problems" (dishes, laundry, meds, errands) that aren't really problems, but tasks....and there is a rhythm to them, it just took a change of mind to see it.

How do you curate your time and home?  I'd love to know.

Til next time;



Friday, September 23, 2022

A Grand and Glorious Day

The wedding is over, and what a wedding it was!


Such a thrill seeing your child marry the woman of their dreams.  We actually made it on time, even though hubby had to run to the store the morning of to get a shirt, shoes and a belt.

They asked for no cell phone pictures, so my phone never made it out of my purse, but my cousin captured my son and I doing the mother/son dance.

My son chose the song, My Mother's Eyes by Frankie Valli for our dance - oh that was a tearjerker, let me tell you.

My favorite picture:


The pictures aren't the highest quality because I shamelessly stole them from her facebook, and facebook compresses them.

But oh, what a gorgeous, perfect, thrilling day.  I didn't get to sleep until 4am (drank too much coffee at the reception, it was delicious).  The wedding itself was at a chapel on a lake, down a steep hill, and they carried my mom down in a wheelchair - had to go down a few steps - at least we know her pacemaker is working!!!!!  She got quite a ride.

And now, life may return to a little bit more normal - dare we hope?  Our temps have gone from 88F to 44F overnight, I had to turn the heat on this morning for mum.  Too early!!!

See you soon!

PS - some comments are not coming to my email, some are - I'll try to remember to come back here to read them!


Saturday, September 3, 2022

  "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."

(Philippians 4:13)

I see this verse everywhere, but usually translated to Christ who strengthens me.  Now, I love the KJ Bible - and I believe that every word of God is pure - and that if the KJ says "which", there's a reason.  So one night I just pondered this verse, prayed, and the next morning I thought, what if I've been reading it wrong?  What if I read it "I can do all things through Christ, which strengtheneth me?" Emphasis on the comma.  As in, the knowledge that I can do all things through Christ strengthens me.  Does that make sense?  It sure did to me....maybe I'm nuts, but it gives me comfort.  Well, all of it gives me comfort, lol!

my front yard early in the morning

As I've mentioned in the previous post, a lot has been happening this year.  Could I do all these things in my own strength?  Um, NO.  Mom just got out of an eleven day hospital stay, where they discovered she has aspiration pneumonia, she's taking thin liquids into her lungs.  So now I'm thickening her water, protein drinks, and soup.  It's tasteless, but I won't tell you what it looks like, ugh.

Hospital parking lot bunny

She seems to be doing better, she was really mentally altered there for awhile.  She's very glad to be home, and I'm glad she's home as well.  Now to see if we can get back into our routine of meals and medicines, exercises and cleanup....seems like if you stop even briefly, it takes extra effort to get back into it!  

I've wanted to get outside with my camera, but have failed miserably.  I must admit it was nice going up to the hospital twice a day, at least it got me outside....winter will come all too soon, and then I won't want to step out the door!  I'm going shopping with my brother tomorrow, he needs something to wear to my son's wedding, and I need shoes.  I think it will be nice to get out with him, and spend some time, just the two of us.

flowers in my front yard

May the peace of Christ fill your minds, and your homes....

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Been A Little While, Eh?


Hello my friends, it's been a very long year for me so far, although I've tried to keep up with you all through your blogs!  Let's see, what's happened this year.....

I guess it started with my hubby falling on the ice in January.  He hurt his ankle quite badly, couldn't walk at all, then fell every day again with the crutches.  A week later, I fell myself, in the garage, and ended up not being able to walk or use my right arm.  I fell on my shoulder.  What a blessing that my son was here, and was able to move our coffee makers upstairs!  

After 3 weeks of not being able to get downstairs, my brother called and told me he thought our mom was having a stroke.  Somehow, I managed to get dressed and into the car, and took her to the hospital. It may have been a mini-stroke, but they ran all the tests and she seemed fine to them.  I brought her home, and from that night on, she was living with me.

Eye surgery.  Pacemaker surgery.  Learning how to do insulin (she couldn't remember how to even pick her finger to get blood).  Finding all new doctors for her.  A fall, and a week later, we all got covid.  

After the fall, I took her to the ER, as she was acting goofy again - they kept her for a UTI.  By this time, we had been through the quarantine period for covid, but she was still testing positive so they stuck her in isolation.  This is how I had to visit her:

And my gosh, was it hot!  She made it through that, and came home, then fell again that very same night - hard - and had an ambulance ride where they again kept her.  This time, because I wasn't with her, and she was still testing positive, they wouldn't let me in with her.  She went from there to a nursing home, where they took abysmal care of her, and she finally came home.  Malnourished, with cellulitis, and very weak - but glad to be home.

Because, you know, home is where your daughter spoils you rotten.

During all of this, my arm was still not functioning, but it's better now, I can almost lift it as high as my shoulder.  And it doesn't wake me at night anymore.

Needless to say, I've done nothing else.  All of my sewing stuff is either packed away or given away.  My drawing supplies and paints are languishing.  My house is a disaster.  But you know?  God is so good!  My house is also filled with laughter, good food, and blessings too numerous to name.  

I have to admit I've missed blogging.  It's become a record for me of the years that have gone by.  Now that I can hold a camera with two hands again, I think I'll start back up.  For myself, though, to remind me - I know with no quilty content, I won't see most of you again.  And that's ok, we're all busy, believe me I understand that!

So - in the next month, barring any unforeseen problems, my son will be getting married.  And I have to find something to wear.  I also just (foolishly) cut 6 inches off my hair, so I may have to find a hairdresser.  Hard to cut your own when one arm doesn't work right, lol.  Life is full of the little daily things right now, so we are looking forward to a major occasion!  




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