Love Always Wins~~WHY I KEEP TRYING

My daughter and I combined households a few years back and it has been amazingly wonderful. You see, everyone who knew us was sure it would be a disaster. She and I are quite alike. In fact, so much so that during her teen years, in an argument with her, I shouted "I cannot win an argument against myself so I don't know why I keep trying!" Well, here is the success story of my efforts.

Everyone has amazing kids. We all adore our children. Families are wonderful. My story, I feel, is exceptional. But don't write me off just yet. Read on and decide for yourself.

In January of 2007 I was diagnosed with severely sensitive asthma. Not chemical sensitivity. Not allergies. ASTHMA. Plain and not-so-simple. I had suffered from flu, sinus infection, head cold, bronchitis, pneumonia and never seemed to recover my breath. So I had to see specialists to determine what was going on.

We, my daughter & I, lived in Grant City, MO. I had no vehicle. So my daughter, Lenise was left to assist me as my boys lived quite far away. Her car was not reliable and numerous trips to Kansas City for testing resulted in too many near misses with asthma attacks during the trip. The exhaust from vehicles, smoke from fires and other things were not filtered out as her car had no recirculate. Also, it was prone to break down.

This scared us both as the trips were necessary, Well, she had really been needing more reliable transportation anyway so we eventually combined households and helped each other so that she could purchase a new car that was safe for me to travel in. The next few tens-of-thousands of miles were used in seeking medical care for me. (sure we had issues with my breathing from all the gunk in the new car, but that is another story altogether)

Now here we are, December of 2012. Through many trials and errors we have learned how best for me to keep safe. Lenise is ever conscious of risk factors and so am I. We've learned the hard way. The cold winter air is risky for anyone with respiratory issues; but ever more so here as I have a few bad experiences with scraping frost, ice, &/or snow. With this in mind my daughter purchased a windshield cover for her new car that I drive so that I do not have to stand in the cold and scrape the window, risking a severe asthma attack.

Now, with the snows and even colder temperatures here she has a new fear. The extremes are too much for me for more than a couple of minutes. So today she says to me: "Mom, please, I don't want you outside in the mornings trying to remove snow or ice from the car. Please wake me so I can get it for you" (Tears of the reality of how loving my girl is well up in my eyes) You have no idea. My daughter works mostly nights, not getting home or supper until almost midnight. She also suffers from Chronic Fatigue and Insomnia so she really needs to stay sleeping when she does go to bed! Another thing, I LEAVE FOR WORK AROUND 6:00 am. If this doesn't make sense why I find it so amazing, don't ask. You either get it or you don't . I get it. SHE LOVES HER MOMMY! She loves me so much she's willing to make all of these sacrifices for MY WELL BEING; not hers.

This pulls, rips, tugs, yanks, tears at my heart-strings. I feel my heart swelling within me at the enormity of her love. I just had to post this to a blog. Things this wonderful don't come along just anywhere. I AM SO THANKFUL FOR MY DAUGHTER. LENISE SCOTT! I love you baby.

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Verbal Bash/Emotional Crash

I was made privy to an incident where folks clashed with one another. Both parties were clearly agitated. The irony was that they both suffered the same ailment...frustration, fatigue, confusion and chaos. The interesting part is how they handled themselves. The frustrated party, Nameless, had been pushed by circumstances beyond their limit and was completely devoid of all tolerance. The naive party, Clueless, made a reply to something Nameless had said and Nameless unleashed on Clueless. This left Clueless not only more clueless but aggravated, angry and hostile. Fed up and put out joined the exchange adding a new level of heat to the words that passed. 


Now, we must give credit where due. Clueless was shockingly able to stifle further heated replies while Nameless lashed on. Clueless' refusal for rebuttal stifled the potential explosion. However, this sparked an inner chain-reaction in Clueless. Clueless harbored anger and resentment and inwardly schemed to "get even" on this one; So far as to planning just how this silent retaliation would subtly play. The two kept their further words inside themselves allowing the air to settle a bit. 


After a brief separation to alternate areas of involvement the two came together once again. No words were spoken. Not a remark was shared. This lasted for a significant time. Eventually, as many disagreements go, Clueless finally approached Nameless about "why?"  the issue. Nameless had obviously been tense, awaiting a rebuke, because Nameless' shoulders dropped significantly and a big breath or ?relief? was expelled. Nameless did not justify their actions nor did they make excuses for them. Instead, Nameless conceded that their was error on their part and offered a very reasonable explanation for what had caused the dispute. To that end, Clueless "got a clue" and accepted the reply with dignity and respect. Seeing no need to extract the previously expected "apology for the earlier in-justification".


The result, both parties were relieved, relaxed and emotionally crashed. Happy to have the air cleared they were able to pursue the rest of their explorations in peace and harmony. This is a true and concise accounting. It is based on real events and people. You do not, however, have the slightest idea who the players are nor their specific parts in this event. That is OK. As Clueless learned here, you don't have to "know" something to accept it and move on. 


We are quite proud of our dear friends and thank them for their assistance in this blog. Even they are: "A Work In Progress".
 

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Down Time

So, I was considering how people spend their "down time". In all honesty, I 'm not sure we actually experience that these days. In my so-called down time I am actually doing something. I look over my FB pages, I play the app games, I read what others post. I research information for my blog on Fashionista Fun by SensaFashion. This means looking over pics and pinning them to my Pinterest Board. I also work on the writing part. NOW, here I am posting for my own personal blog. At other times I look over text messages.


What actually is "down time"? Merriam Webster defines it as: Definition of Downtime

1

: time during which production is stopped especially during setup for an operation or when making repairs

2

: inactive time (as between periods of work) <napping during our downtime> <an injured athlete facing months of downtime>

This "downtime" was once considered a part of one's daily activities. Now, it is a long, lost, luxury that few know how to appreciate or utilize. I rarely see an individual who isn't using a cell phone, mp3 player, ipad, itouch, kindle, netbook, computer, bluetooth or any one of the numerous other devices available in these, our times of "technology".

Okay, so we know what downtime is, how it is consumed, but what about how it USED to be spent? I recall sitting on a porch swing, a yard swing, a glider, or on lawn chairs outdoors, visiting with family as we swung our feet or swayed. There was mutual sharing of verbal communication. Talking. CONVERSATIONS. One person spoke, the others listened, folks took turns responding to the first statement. Histories were shared, stories told, sun tea and lemonade sipped. Kids laughed and played around the yard. (pardon me, I cannot see for the moistness brought up by these memories) You had near on 3-4 generations there. All gathered together just because you liked being with one another. 

This is probably a lost art, this ability for "downtime". The marvelous lack of better things to do. Now, I have said my peace. I think I will actually go do "nothing" and enjoy a little "downtime". 

Thanks for reading, listening, caring.

Still a "WORK IN PROGRESS".

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A Work In Progress

Well, as some of you may already know, I am new to  this blogging era. Here is my first piece of work, in progress. I would like to produce a magnificent article that wow's and energizes you, one that has you wanting to check back in to see what's next. This probably won't happen, but that's okay, I got you to at least take a look at this one. 

I really have my youngest sister, Trisha Trixie to thank for this marvelous expedition into the www. She has shown  faith in my abilities from a technological standpoint since she first ventured out into her own company online. 

It is from this experience, her hiring me to do her content editing, that I have developed a love and interest into the tech world. I was recently recruited to provide content to her blog:

 Fashionista Fun by SensaFashion 

That was all it took. A few blog posts later had me wanting to create and fortify my own personal blog as well. So, with a little mixing of the minds between Trisha and me, I am on my way. :)

Please be sure to add your comments, good/bad/or otherwise. I always appreciate input and constructive criticism that is not harsh.

Remember though, this is 

"A WORK IN PROGRESS".

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