I saw a blog about who you were or what you did when you weren’t blogging. Any time someone says ‘who am I’ it starts a chain of remembering that can go to many places.
I’m 64 and just had my 44th wedding anniversary. It wasn’t momentous. I’m coping with changing mobility issues and home health care and physical therapy. Hubby has been recovering from what he thinks are kidney stones. The pain has been intermittent and confusing, but hopefully he’s on the road to recovery.
We have two children a boy and a girl. Daughter lives in town and Son lives in Shreveport so visits are few and far between. Hubby retired from ASARCO and got bored and now is a manager at a Toot N Totum…one of those convenience stores for quick purchases. For me, I’ve been a cake decorator since 1980 most of that time professionally.
Over the years I’ve tried and enjoyed many hobbies…painting, crocheting, knitting, making rosaries or jewelry and for a short while embroidery. I used to bake pies and for one summer baked fresh bread. Interests that have stayed with me over the years are reading and writing poetry off and on. The writing evolved into blogging which I’ve done now for about 7 years. I also proofread works by aspiring writers and enjoy reading genres I would not ordinarily buy. I tend to stick to Christian fiction or Sci Fi, mostly Star Trek.
After the kids left home, I went back to school to finish my bachelors degree in music. I had a wonderful time, learning, singing and gaining some affirmation and confidence. It was a great time and I stayed almost long enough to finish my Masters degree. The death of my younger sister stopped me cold and life changed once again, but that’s another story for another time.
And now life has taken another turn. I’m in a new place, a place of limited mobility, having lost my job and now my world is much smaller living day-to-day with home health care and physical and occupational therapy. I feel the same, just more dependent on others and wanting my self-reliance back. Part of it has come gradually with old age and living with arthritis. Some has been sudden, unexpected and disturbingly frustrating as I learn to cope and adapt. It is the beginning of my new journey. Here’s to the journey…
Thanks for the honest expression of the journey of life.
Here’s to it indeed ! – I raise a cup of coffee to you, you brave thing !