Monday, April 18, 2016


Prepare yourself for a couple of euphemisms. I have been watching a few historical dramas lately. For example, I am catching “Little House on the Prairie” almost every afternoon. Let me rephrase that so I sound less pathetic. “Little House On the Prairie” is on all the time and I watch sometimes. I am also watching “Bomb Girls”, “When Calls the Heart” and, of course, I was an avid “Downton Abbey” viewer. I was saddened almost as much by the cheesy series finale as I was by the fact that it was the last episode ever.
It is fun to imagine living in different eras, but the fact of the matter is that I would have probably kicked the bucket (euphemism one) by now if I lived in another time. There is also a small chance I could have not passed away (euphemism two) if I lived in a different period. Undoubtedly, I could have lived, but far less comfortably. There obviously would not be a blog, and there would definitely not be a power wheelchair in the 19th century, the 1930s or the 1940s.
While we are on the topic of media, I finally got around to watching “My Beautiful Broken Brain” on Netflix. While I thought it was good that it brought awareness to stroke in young people, there were too many missed opportunities (euphemism three). I think it is important to mention that there are many other telltale signs of stroke and ongoing side effects. The filmmaker chose to show her journey and no one else’s.

And for those of you who needed to look up the meaning of euphemism, it could be said that you are missing a few crayons in your box. But not really, because you are reading my blog.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

My family

I have to admit I have been remiss in not mentioning my great extended family.
On both my maternal and paternal sides, I have very nice cousins. I also have very kind aunts and uncles. My dad’s sisters, for example, are ever-present.
My mother’s younger sister has been more of an encouragement to me than I can begin to describe. She was sidelined for much of her adulthood, but she still managed to bring up two children, travel the world and get her doctorate. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention how all that happened during a long career. I think it was made possible, in part, because she had the emotional support of her husband. Sound familiar?
When I was in Nebraska, I felt scared and alone. But I felt less alone because she was there a lot. We planted coleus, watched silly movies and had storytimes about my mother when she was young. Back in  Kansas, she continued to visit. The staff at the nursing home and the computer I had borrowed knew her name.
Now, she is a grandmother and my aforementioned wonderful uncle is battling cancer.
I guess what I’m saying is I am extremely fortunate to have an amazing family. I took that fact for granted for much of my life. Because I lacked a grandfather on my paternal side (he died before I was born) and my mother’s mother died young, I felt cheated. Also, I was never close to my mother’s dad. But all this doesn’t matter. I feel close to all of them now.
Chair update: As it turns out, I need to go back to the doctor before I get my power wheelchair. Next up will be more waiting.
My mother, standing right, and her siblings at their Springfield home in the early 1950s.