As much as I would like to be going and going and going places, the reality of my life is that I don’t get out nearly as often as I would like to. My idea of this blog is to visit everywhere in the world and report on the fun, the sun, and the wine and the cheese.
However, today, I motivated myself out and about for a real and present danger to our society, Abortion.
Our small church has limited resources, and our members are mostly younger families with lots of wonderful children. As a new member, who no longer has small children at home, I have been given the privilege of being the contact person for one of the ministries our church supports. Life Choices Medical Clinic is a pro-life clinic that provides many services to people who are facing the challenges of new babies.
Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. James 1:2-3
This month, in fact, tomorrow, is the third anniversary of my husband’s death. I admit, as many people told me would happen, my life has indeed moved on. During the first year, I really didn’t believe life would ever return to any semblance of normalcy. During the second year, I was trying to show everyone how well I was doing. And now, at the end of the third year, I feel that I am finally somewhere.
I was so blessed this morning when my friend Erika shared this video on Facebook that I decided to also post it here on my blog. One of the challenges after you get through the initial grieving period is the abrupt change in your status. All of a sudden you are single again in a married world.
Most likely your friends are married, the people you hang out with at church are married, your whole life was built around this concept of two. Now, you are one.
Anyway, this simple and short video was a true blessing to me this morning. I hope it blesses you as well.
Such a cold morning here in San Antonio and I am grateful for several cups of hot tea to warm my day. I wish you the same.
Lady Sweet Tea
Aging Gracefully Southern Style
I am so excited about finishing my first scrapbook page. I know it is a pretty simple layout and doesn’t have tons of embellishments. However, it is completed. And that is one of the lessons I have had to relearn over the last couple of years.
Some life events seem to knock us for a loop, and it takes some time to land upright again. Y’all know my story. My husband passed away almost 3 years ago. My life was so full and busy that finding time to scrapbook just never happened.
One thing I have learned is that you can’t sit still forever, and basic physics tells us that the longer we sit still the harder it is to get going again.
I finally have embarked on the biggest family project I have ever tackled before. I always knew I would eventually get around to putting pictures and memorabilia in albums. However, life kept intruding. We moved quite a bit for my husband’s job. My husband and I operated several small businesses on the side of his “regular” job. We were always hoping that one of them would hit it big enough to be our “only” income.
All of these activities never seemed to leave time to get out the photos, spread out the fancy papers and the die cuts and letters and build family albums. I am sure many stories will be lost or told incorrectly as I don’t have the most detail oriented brain. This could be a sign of aging but thankfully I can say that I have never been a detail person. Big picture and long winded explanations, yes that’s me.
Yes, it is true.
Quite some time ago I decided that commercial soaps were not very good for your skin. So I began cleaning off my face in the evening before bed by using a soft washcloth and water. So my face only fought the drying challenge of soap during my morning shower.
As I started coming back to life after Pat’s death, it took me a long time to care about what I looked like or what I wore. But part of the reality of being an older woman who is trying to create a profitable business to support yourself, means you really do have to care about how you look.
I did many things such as update my wardrobe, begin coloring the gray out of my hair, getting mani/pedicures and just generally sprucing up my appearance.
I have to admit, although we might snicker or laugh, many women become concerned as we begin to see the signs of aging. I can tell you that aging in itself is both good and bad. I personally would never go back to my 20 something self again. Not without a lot of editorial revisions. So sometimes aging is not such a bad thing after all.
That being said, I remember the day I woke up and saw my mother’s hands at the end of my arms. Ok, not exactly, because my mother has beautiful long slender fingers and graceful hands. Mine are like my grandmother’s hands, short and stubby. But I will say I can grow great nails.
Then one night, behind my back, several veins popped out, flesh became loose, and my skin wrinkled up and sunk down at the same time. We are fearfully and wonderfully made, and I wanted the fearfully part just to go away and fast.
Some of you know, but for those of you who have just discovered me, the quick version of my story is that I am a widow. There are just some words in our language that evoke entire chapters of meaning, and “widow” is one of them.
In my case, I am a fairly young, baby boomer widow, whose husband passed away suddenly and unexpectedly in his 50’s. In other words, there was little planning or preparation for the future aloneness of either one of us. Given my health problems,it was almost assumed I would be the one to go first.
It has now been 2-1/2 years, and my son and I have relocated back to Texas. I admit I have been “working” on working for the last couple of years. But between a couple of back surgeries and just plain ‘ole grieving, I can’t say that there has been tremendous forward movement.
Since I am still so new to San Antonio, I had to use Google maps to find my way around town. I am so happy that most places I have wanted to visit have been either on the north side or downtown. Everything has been such easy access from our apartment.
Anyway, Jennifer and I were going to check out The Stray Grape Urban Winery. Naturally, not knowing how much time it would take me to run the freeway, I left early. I have to admit I was a little shocked at the outside of The Stray Grape. I had looked it up online, found their website, and checked out some reviews, but I still didn’t expect it to be in such a nondescript strip center. Not the best location in town. Not dumpy enough to be a cool dive place and not elegant either.
Well, after looking at all the reviews online I decided to try out the Cricut Mini. I am an Amazon Prime member so I try to buy from Amazon first because I get free shipping, and it is so easy to do returns, get credits etc. I love places that make it easy for me to do business with them.
Anyway, my Cricut Mini arrived yesterday. Last night John helped me attach it to my computer, download all the correct drivers and get it ready to use. Unfortunately, I had to do some work, i.e. earn money to pay for the Cricut, :-), so I haven’t had an opportunity to use it yet.
As soon as I get the rest of my morning chores done, I am getting out the Mini and cutting out my first pieces. Stay tuned to my blog for additional updates on my scrapbooking journey. I must say, I am having a blast. I am so lucky that my lack of visual talent doesn’t have to hold me back. I am overwhelmed by the information people are willing to share on the internet. Don’t you just love blogs and Youtube?
I know this will shock many of you, but I am actually tealess this morning. I made pancakes for breakfast, and, horrors of horrors, went for the diet coke this morning. I am sure there will be an iced sweet tea in my future today as we travel to visit my family in Houston. I can’t image a road trip without sweet tea, can you? My son bought me the refill cup from Bob Miller’s, so Sweet Tea is really on tap for this trip, lol. Refills are only 50 cents. You can’t beat that price.
Anyway, I hope that all of you, have time today to relax, with either a cup of hot tea, or a wonderful iced sweet tea… It’s the only way to live, Southern Style.
Happy Sipping, Lady Sweet Tea Aging Gracefully Southern Style