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The Monday Message

23 Sep



“If you want to turn your life around, try thankfulness. It will change your life mightily.” Gerald Good

My husband and I have been married for 30 years.  The thrill is gone.  The comfort lingers on.

And along the way I forgot to have fun, until one evening I overheard a couple in a restaurant.  They seemed to be about in the 80’s.  When the waitress asked the woman if she wanted another glass of wine her husband said, “Don’t give her one.  She’ll get wild.”  “Oh, you like it when I’m wild,” she answered.  He smiled and winked at her.

OMG!  They remember to have fun.  I used to have fun until I started taking our relationship “seriously”.  What’s with that, I began to ask myself.

Not in the mood to rent a clown suit to spice up our marriage I opted for technology.  I decided that every Monday morning I’d email my husband, from my computer downstairs to his computer upstairs, and thank him for something.  This last week I thanked him for taking me and two of my friends out on our pontoon.  Just a short, to the point, thank you.  “You’re welcome,” he replied.  “There’s more where that came from.”

And then this last time we were out for dinner he followed me to my side of the car when we left the restaurant.  What’s with that! I wondered.  After 30 years he opened the car door for me.  Is this a changed life mightily?  It’s a lovely life.  Thank you.

Loveya – The Grandma

Healing Stone

1 Sep

“Humor is healing.”  Brad Garrett

I have a friend that lives a few hours away and so we solve the problem of staying in touch by meeting in the middle.  Fortunately, the town that’s most in the middle for us is an artist community that has a brew pub with delicious food.  

Our last scheduled meeting fell on a day when her new grand baby also needed a visit and so she was going to travel on after lunch to get a grand baby fix.  That meant that her husband, an incredible man, was going to be with her.   He needed a grand baby fix too.   He is also a gentleman and found the local library to explore while my friend and I visited the shops.

Our general itinerary is to visit our two favorite shops after lunch, but they were anxious to move on so I went alone.  And what to my wondering eyes did appear!  My very favorite shop had necklaces with healing stones.  I know what you’re saying.  Actually, I don’t, but I’ll bet that some of you are doubters.  If so, pay attention.

Next to the healing stone necklaces was a booklet that listed the healing properties of each stone so that the buyer could custom their purchase to their particular need.  I skipped the stones that promised ease of childbirth (I’m in my seventies) and the ones that went on and on about finding a soulmate.  My husband would probably look askance at that.

Finally, I found the perfect stone.  It said something about balance and joy and fun.  That’s me!  The stone I selected is a Red Snakeskin Jasper.   And it looks like this. 

 Healing I wear it along with my copper leave.  So far I’ve been pretty darn happy.  Thank you, Red Snakeskin Jasper.

And then I wore it to work and a young man who knows a bit about stones said, “I don’t think that’s a Red Snakeskin Jasper.”  OK.  Rain on my parade.  I even did further research on the stone when I got home (Thank you, Google) and found that it has all sorts of other properties.  My life is now terrific.  It even, according to some sources, is helpful in losing weight!  Sure enough, after I bought it, I was $35 lighter!

Loveya – The Grandma

I See

7 Apr

“I was walking down the street wearing glasses when the prescription ran out.”  Steven Wright

This is a true story.  Which sounds contradictory.  We make up stories, so how can they be true.  Think about that some night when you’re unable to sleep.  

My husband told me that he’s very concerned about his vision.  He said that when he works at night (he drives semi) he sometimes has a difficult time seeing clearly.  We then discussed the last time he had an eye exam, or as I like to phrase it, had his head examined.

He said it was about two years ago but he didn’t like the eye doctor so he never had the prescription filled.  He said the doctor told him that he had the beginning of cataracts (my husband, not the doctor) but they were slight and nothing to worry about.  My husband loves to worry.  The doctor lost points.  The prescription went unfilled.

Then my husband mentioned that he doesn’t wear his current glasses when he drives at night because it’s more convenient to keep an old pair of glasses right there in his truck.  His old pair of glasses is two or three prescriptions old.  (A moment of silence to absorb the intricacies of this thought pattern and all its implications.)   I began to chortle.  I lost more points than the doctor.

glassesHere is a photo of my glasses.  It’s a very difficult picture to take because I had to take my glasses off in order to take the picture.  With my glasses off it was difficult to see exactly what I was aiming at.  My husband would understand.

Loveya – The Grandma


Grandmother of the Bride

1 Apr

“Keep calm and be a queen.”  Anon



Flowers.  Happy Spring!

My granddaughter is getting married in about 8 weeks.  My son in about 6 weeks.  I get to buy some new outfits, tra la la!

Not too concerned about my son’s wedding.  He’s old enough to make his own mistakes decisions and I’m already gray.  Anyway, when I got married for the third time I stopped giving marital advice.  

But my granddaughter’s wedding is another story.  In spite of the fact that this dear, beautiful, young woman could seldom be coaxed into a dress, her wedding has become an event of details.  I’m not privy to all the details but there’s one detail that applies to me.  My son, her father, (not the son getting married) called to say hi mom. how are you, how’s your current husband, and could you make sure that you wear either navy blue or charcoal gray to the wedding.  He kind of snuck that color thing in at the end.


 Teapot.  Not navy blue

What concerns me is the lack of choices.  I’m a woman who likes choices.  So why couldn’t she choose a color that would look tacky on the step-grandmother?  That red head is going to look stunning.  While I, the grandmother unstepped, look best in magenta or lime green covered with glitter.  

There was, however, a reason given for this request.  The bridal colors are going to be green and yellow (Go Pack!) and photographs of the auspicious occasion will look best if the grandmothers are in colors that don’t clash or stand out too much.  

My first shopping trip led to a dead end.  Too much stiff fabric with stiff lace.  My second shopping trip was to a dress shop that believed in the feminine.  They didn’t have anything suitable for the wedding but they did have three other items that I couldn’t resist.  One of them is actually navy blue, but too casual for wedding wear.


Navy blue but too casual

It does give new meaning to cuteness, don’t you think?  With a pair of white leggings, on the slightly baggy side…  We grandmas have still got it!

About the pictures in my generally picture-less blog .  There’s some unwritten, and possibly written, rule about having pictures in a blog.  No, the pictures have little to do with the actual blog except for the last one.  Kind of like the rule about wearing navy blue or charcoal gray?  It might make things visually more interesting but there’s probably more important content issues when it comes to getting married.  You think?

Loveya – The Grandma

Because I Care

12 Jan

“Not my circus.  Not my monkey.” Polish Proverb

Just recently a “friend” of mine had to go for their annual physical.  Nothing riding on it but their job.  This particular person has difficulty with moderation, especially when it comes to foods that raise BP and blood sugar.  What to do?

As an interested party I volunteered to cook low carb meals for the week prior to the physical, instead of serving what this person really wanted, first asking if they’d like my assistance.  My assistance was gratefully accepted and I slaved lovingly prepared meals in the kitchen for the week.

Joyfully, this “friend” passed their physical and sent me a heart-felt text which read, “Winner, winner, chicken dinner!”  I read between the lines and accepted the love and gratitude.  When I next saw this person I was informed that as part of the celebration for his successful physical he immediate went to a diner and had a mess of waffles with extra butter and syrup.

OK.  I get it.  I’ve been on a diet or two.  Sometimes in one day.  But really.  There is some information that shouldn’t be shared.  Like celebratory waffles.

Then another friend shared the proverb quoted at the top of this post.  So I decided to be a consistent helpmate and at the same time no longer cook two different fares.  Win win!  And to kick off this new way of  helping I ate up all the chocolates left from the holidays.  No temptation sitting around this house!  I am a good friend.

Loveya – The Grandma


8 Apr

“Because my heart is pure.”  Me

Whenever someone asked me why something good happens in my life I tell them it’s because my heart is pure.  That’s when the uproarious laughter begins.  But tonight was another such evening during dinner in Texas.


We are in a part of Texas where many of the restaurants have a carry in policy.  That’s right.  If you want something to drink you go to the liquor store, purchase it, and bring it with you.  We were in the mood for margaritas with ribs so went out to make the purchase.  Lady at the liquor store told us where we’d find the best steaks but assured us we were not in rib country.  She also told us where to go.  OK.  Margaritas and steak. 

Found the Texas themed restaurant and learned that they were, just this very week, adding Mexican dishes to their menu.  A lone construction worker at the table next to ours was having something that was decidedly Mexican so we asked him about his choice.  He said it was good.  He had that wonderful Texas accent that we northern women love to hear.

Asked about the catfish and he said that he had had that too and it was also good.  Talked a little about where we were from and our road trip.  After he left and we ordered (I ordered the catfish) the waitress told us that the gentleman was an oilman working in the area and he’d bought our dinners for us.  That information bowled us over and silenced us, which is pretty unusual for our merry band.  Thank you, Texas Gentleman.

But then we got down to eating.  Started the meal with Texas Toothpicks, which are strips of onions and hot peppers that are battered and deep fried.  Served with ranch dressing, of course.  

I did order the catfish which came with hushpuppies and a side of deep fried okra.  All was delicious.  Catfish was tender with a mild flavor that I ruined with tartar sauce.  Yes, I believe that condiments are a major food group.


Waitress was a ray of sunshine after our long day of driving.  In light of our free meal she got a tip of around 75%.  I emailed my husband to tell him the story of  our adventure.  He replied, “Keep flirting with the locals and see if you can score a pickup truck with a gun rack.”  That’s why I love that man! 

Loveya – The Grandma