A Lot in one Post


I usually go to see Al at least every other day and sometimes every day depending on his needs. I had not been there Friday and Saturday. He knew that I was bringing him lunch Blue_candletoday and I also had told him repeatedly that if he got too lonely in those two days, to have the nurse call me and I will be there immediately.

I went into see him today and set down our lunches and he broke into tears. He was upset because evidently he had a bathroom accident and flooded the floor. The aide who was helping him made a comment that he heard. It went something like this. I need another job. This job sucks. I don’t like cleaning up messes like this. Al, why didn’t you go more often so this didn’t happen?

I explained to him that this was not his fault. He finally believed me. Then he told me that he thought he could do it but he had missed me so bad. He broke down in more tears. My heart split in half for his sadness.

I can only imagine what it is like to be in a  place where you feel unwanted and like you don’t fit in. He went on to say I wonder if anyone will remember my birthday.

I know it is his birthday this Friday. I have told him that I will be in with cake and ice-cream and two presents that I just know he will love. But once again, I am asking any of you if you want to send Al a birthday card please email me at tellmenolies2004@yahoo.com for his home address. Many of you have it already, but there are bloggers who don’t.

If you would like to wish Al a Happy Birthday by way of statement, please go to this link and you can write to him on here. I will print it off and take it to him.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Alvins-Big-Birthday/352177718171597?sk=allactivity

Here is a photo I snapped of Al today.

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Update on Al’s fundraiser. We have now collected $200.00. We have had many different ranges of donations. The way I look at it is it will grow one dollar at a time. If you would like to help Al and his debt, here is the link to this. I believe that credit cards and  Pay Pal are accepted.

https://www.youcaring.com/donate.aspx?frid=55964

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One More Behind Me


looking afraid..

looking afraid..

Another birthday

Over once again

Not ready to think

About another one

Beginning again

I have to now say

That for one single day

I turned the ripe old

Of a young 59

I don’t know why

It scares me like it does

But I am afraid of

Getting older

And afraid to die

I look at my skin

And I can see its age

I look at my eyes

And can see the new sag

But on the other hand

I have to think right

I have lived half

Of my life

And it wasn’t too bad

I hope for the best

And refuse to

Think the worst

I will just enjoy

Each day

And live like

It’s the last

Terry Shepherd

04/22/1954

My Birthday Dream


birthday cake

I had a dream last night. It wasn’t scary for a change. It was wonderful and you were all involved. In my dream I was puttering around my house when the door bell rang. It was a friend of mine that I don’t see too often.

I let her in and she glanced around and made the comment how my house always looked like I was expecting company. We both laughed over this as I am a neat and tidy gal. She looked at my clothing I was wearing and said, “This isn’t going to do. You need to go change.”

“Why, I am not going anywhere. I am not going to see Al until tomorrow?”

“Well today is a special day. Today is your birthday isn’t it?”

“No silly, you know my birthday is not until April 21st.”

“Well, too late now. For today we are going to pretend that today is your birthday. It is only a couple of weeks early.”

She and I laughed and agreed we were just getting senile in our old age. She pushed me towards my bedroom and we picked out a cute little pair of pants and shirt. She did my hair and I added a touch of make-up.

I felt like I was Cinderella getting ready to go to the ball. After I was presentable in her eyes she led me by the hand and took me outside. When I looked out over my yard I was so shocked I about passed out.

Every one of my friends from here at WP were hooting and hollering  Happy Birthday Terry. Oh my gosh. I didn’t know what to say. I had been dreading my birthday. I hadn’t spoken to anyone in real life about it coming up soon.

Birthdays were always a thing that I couldn’t wait to happen. My parents would have the extended family over for a small party. Mom made me a cake. When times were extra good she would order me a cake. Those were good days. I don’t remember getting a cake since Mom died in 2000.

Mom and Dad gave the best presents of all. Birthdays and Christmas Day were one day that they would always splurge on for us kids. Ideas that we had brought up through the year and talked about often were usually unwrapped in bright-colored papers and bows.The biggest gift I ever remember getting just off the top of my head was my piano.

Of course that couldn’t be wrapped. I will never forget one Christmas morning  during gift opening my Dad asked me to go feed the dog. I didn’t want to do that right now and voiced my thoughts to him. He told me to go ahead and they would wait for us.

I went out in to the family room and fed the dog and came back in and sat in my spot. I can remember my parents looking at each other not knowing what to do next. Dad sent me to the family room one more time to get something for him.

This time when I came back in I am sure my eyes were popping out of my head. This time I noticed the piano. I was thrilled, so excited, jumping and screaming with joy. I took lessons for seven years and played that piano every day until the house fire happened and destroyed the piano.

Anyways, back to the moment of my dream. There were tables lined up and the food choices were to die for. There was every type of fruit variety you could imagine. Cheese and cracker spread throughout.

There was a crystal punch bowl with pink liquid in it. Did someone spike this punch? I taste something different. Everyone laughed as they saluted my birthday. In the middle of the table sat the most beautiful cake. It was a two layered cake. It was virgin white with pastel colors of thick flowers surrounding all the edges.

They gathered around the cake and one of my friends sliced it and I got a too big of piece. I didn’t complain though. I tossed out my diet for this one day. I ate the flower first.

After we ate until we were bursting at the seams we moved down to the huge gift pile. I was floating on air from this entire event. No one knew about me getting older. No one realized that I was now 59 years old, but yet here in my own backyard, everyone knew it was my big day.

There were gifts of pretty stationary, new pens and pencils so I could write down new ideas that floated in my head. There were two packages of printer paper so I could continue to print off my new books.

I had made a comment at one time about my computer being five years old. Together everyone had chipped in and bought me a new computer. I went to each and every friend. I didn’t care if you were male or female. I hugged and kissed you on the cheeks.

It was the best dream I have had in months. All of you mean so much to me. You all know this. Not only in bad, sad and good times but even in my dreams.

Happy Easter


Easter Surprise 2007

Are you putting the ham in the oven

Are you peeling the potatoes too

Have you had your first cup of coffee

Did you fix breakfast for you?

Easter morning for mothers

Is a busy time indeed

If you are hosting the dinner

There is no time to sit and read.

You colored the eggs yesterday

With the help of the little ones

Today you must go and hide them

In the warmth of the Spring sun.

Baskets lined up in a row

Candies puffed up to see

Pretty bows adorning the tops

Can’t wait to pass them to my three.

Everything prepped and ready to go

A shower is what I need

Picking out my pretty pink dress

Now I will take the time to breathe.

I hear the doorbell sound its alarm

Familiar voices have entered now

I welcome my family with lots of love

The girls curtsy and the boys do the bow.

Eyes light up as they hold out arms

I give them their baskets and smile

I tell the parents to come and sit

Let’s just chat for a little while.

Finishing the meal is now the plan

Everyone lends a hand

Talk of smells and wanting to taste

My family together is oh so grand.

We sit at the table with candles lit

We hold each others hands

Grandfather says please bow your heads

We shall give thanks for all we have.

Dinner is over and dishes to do

The kids run off to play

My daughter stays near me to help me

To dry and put everything a way.

The men are snoring for afternoon naps

Their belts are loosened and neckties too

The rest of us talk about nothing major

But inside I am thanking God for all of you.

Terry Shepherd

03/31/2013

Kiss My ___!


I have seen it all

Over Facebook pages

Funny sayings about

Our Mother Nature

But as I sit here

Looking outside

Seeing huge snowflakes

Falling gently down

I have to admit to myself

I too, am sick of winter

It is beautiful this I know

But for heaven’s sake it’s Spring

We should have had this

Back in December

When our Christmas Day

Was green with grass

So now my white stuff listen to me

Get out of here and kiss my ___!

Bring us green once again.

Terry Shepherd

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Daily Prompt ; Cupid’s Arrow / The Daily Post


Valentine's Day

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It’s Valentine’s Day, so write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry

O love of my life

Who is my wife

I love you so

And this you know

The day we met

I had to beget

I fell in love

And gave thanks above

You looked at me

And then became we

Then we married

Single life buried

Children came

And then we named

Three together

For ever and ever

I have ner regrets

Of our lives as yet

I love you so

And will never let you go

Thank-you my wife

For coming in my life.

Happy Valentine’s Day My Love

Terry Shepherd

02/14/2013

Happy Valentine’s Day!!!!!


Children's Valentine, 1940–1950

Children’s Valentine, 1940–1950 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have learned so much

By my friends here at WordPress

Valentine’s Day is not just for lovers

But for them and all others.

I had thought of my brother Al

Thinking of giving him candy

But then I thought he may look at me

And think I was silly and too full of glee.

So I asked all of you what your opinion was

I had so many responses that made me smile

You all said the same as the  other

Valentines are not just for lovers.

So I have made up my mind

To do what feels good to me

I will purchase a box of sweets

And a card for his treats.

I will go even one more step

And buy myself a nice candy bar

This way Al and I can share

As others will  everywhere.

Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!

Daily Prompt; Clean Slate/ The Daily Post


Victorian Era Cosplay WIP 5

Victorian Era

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Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?

When you walk into the room  in you feel peace. There is a nice comfy wrap-a-round couch that I could curl up in and take a nap. I see several shelves full of old crocks. It seems that this person likes antiques pretty well.

Two miniature trees decorated in white lights and gold Victorian ornaments. This brings a calmness when you gaze at them.  I see an old round chrome table with two matching chairs. On top looks like several boxes of left-over candies that may have not been able to be stuffed in to Christmas stockings.

On one wall right by a window, there sits a computer. Decorated by white soft curtains this would make a wonderful view to look out. I wonder if the one who uses this computer is a writer? I can see this person gazing out the window gathering ideas to place on  paper.

I see several candles sitting on the fireplace. This white Victorian fireplace brings a sense of warmth and could provide a very romantic setting. There is a big screen television and sitting beside that is a WII system. It is covered with dust. It must not get played with much. There is a beautiful wood blanket chest. It looks like an antique for sure.

I imagine that the person who lives here is into old stuff. She loves romance and peaceful surroundings. The glow of white lights and candles burning makes me feel like she is a loving and compassionate person. A philosopher, a deep thinker. I would love to meet her.

 

Daily Prompt; Kick It/ The Daily Post


 

 

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What’s the 11th item on your bucket list?

 

 

 

What is the 11th item on your bucket list, I am thinking. Geesh, at my age, can I have 11 things on a bucket list that I want to yet do? Maybe, I guess to be truthful, I don’t make

 

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Deutsch: Morgan Freeman bei der deutschen Filmpremiere The Bucket List, Berlin, 21. Januar 2008 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

goals so far ahead any longer. I try to make it through the day. Think of the week ahead. Mainly at Thanksgiving and Christmas, do I ponder on the months instead of the days.

 

 

 

What are some things that I wish I could or will try to do before I lay my head down to rest for the final time.

 

 

 

I am going to start with the number one item and work my way down the list.

 

 

 

1. Keep God close to me

 

 

 

2. Find a job, hopefully a caregiver job

 

 

 

3. Be able to continue to pay my bills as they come in

 

 

 

4. Continue to go see Al and keep working at helping him to smile

 

 

 

5. Lose the sadness

 

 

 

6. Love the getting fit class and walk the track

 

 

 

7. Meet a special someone who respects and understands me

 

 

 

8 Finish editing my first book and get it out there

 

 

 

9. Keep my blogging going and meet more wonderful people

 

 

 

10. Finish my second book I have started writing

 

 

 

11. Form some type of group that reaches out to the lonely

 

 

 

These sound pretty selfish only thinking of myself. There are many things that I wish to happen before I pass on. This prompt was about me, so I concentrated on me only.

 

 

 

 

 

FWF Free Write Friday, Resolve


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resolve_quotes-300x300Resolve means obsolete, dissolve, melt, break-up and separate.

2012 is ending and the fears and hope of 2013 are coming in with a big bang. What do I want to have happen in the new year? Do you want a dream version or reality.

I suppose  I am one of those simple, simplistic people, I should stay with what I know best and let a small granule of hope enter this post near the end.

As I sit here thinking of what simple things I would like to write about, I could think of very little. Instead, I think I am a bit of a dreamer. Filled with hope mixed with my faith.

I think I will go into the mode of dreamer instead. Let’s go back, way back. Back to when we were young kids. We went out and rode our bikes, made snowmen and snow angels. We went roller-skating, ice-skating. We laughed, we trusted and we cried. Our hearts were worn on our shoulders. What came out of our mouths was innocence.

We moved into our teen years. We tasted love for the first time. We tested our independence. We could be defiant at times, trying to explain our way of thinking. We learned to drive and work for pay. We were slowly being drawn into the realities of our world.

Some  married,and experienced parenthood. Others wanted to keep their independence. We learned about things we were not taught through trial and error. We learned about budgeting, credit cards,  and heartbreak. Some marriages made it and others failed.

We changed jobs maybe once, maybe several times until we found our comfort as in an old pair of shoes. We learned about routine, and staying up late, working in the workforce and also at home.

As we grow in age we are introduced more and more to illness, death, aches and pains. We learn that we must go on without our parents beside us. We learn what the word void means through first-hand experience. We become familiar with downsizing, grandchildren and  tighter budgets.

Along the road to death we open doors that we never want to see shut. For me those doors represent  God, writing, costume jewelry, black memorabilia, antique furniture and silence.

These doors I have walked through and tasted remain a part of who I am today. So coming to the conclusion of this I see me. What I have become, who I am. I want to resolve nothing about myself. I don’t want to see myself melt a way as a wasted footprint in the sand. I am not ready to separate myself from this world. I only want to expand my mind and continue to learn until I am no longer breathing. I want to continue to have a heart for others, lend an ear to those who wish to speak, and continue to carry my faith in the new trials and joys awaiting me in 2013.

The part of me that is a dreamer is very much alive in my heart and soul. I dream about the day that I will see God and my parents once again. I dream about a day when all three of my children come together as a union and not be divided. I dream about waking up one day to hear they have found a cure for Parkinson’s Disease. I dream about the day I go to see Al, but this time I am checking him out and bringing him home. I still dream about bumping into the man of my dreams.

It is good to have dreams. Without dreams our soul become stagnant like a dried creek. So I will continue to dream, and try hard to live in the reality of today’s world. I will work very hard at accepting what is to come and keep looking to the skies asking God, is it time yet?