Something Happened


It was 4:45 am and I was sleeping sound. I awoke with my eyes wide open. It was still dark Blue_candleand I was getting ready to turn the light on to see what time it was. When I moved my hand off the extra pillow I felt something.

It didn’t startle me like a crawling bug. It felt like jewelry.

A little over five years ago I wore this gold cross  necklace  during the year that I took care of my Dad. A few months after his burial I retired the necklace and have not looked at it since.

I felt whatever it was and put it in my fingers. Turning the light on I looked at what had been placed on my pillow and there was the cross.

I was not dreaming any of this. I was truly awake as I knew what time it was. I had changed the sheets yesterday. I had also used this extra pillow to  prop my head up to watch TV last night.

I always lay the extra pillow right beside my pillow I actually use for sleeping. So there was no way in this world that the cross necklace could have been there. But yet, there it was. I kept it in my hand and took it with me to use the lady’s room.

I was just trying to figure out what was going on during my sleep when I felt a tug at my heart. It was saying, put it on, just put it on.

So I put it on and then without thinking I looked up at the ceiling and said out loud, I am ready Lord. I am ready for whatever it is that you want me to be ready for.

I went back to bed and sat up for a few minutes. Then I shut the lights off and went back to sleep.I felt really calm and was not even anxious. Sleep came easily.  When I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, the necklace was still around my neck.

I thought of my Dad and went back in time. I won’t take this off for a while.

Lord almighty

You have mysterious

Ways that you

Work and I will

Not even pretend

To understand

Your ways.

For whatever

Reason you or

A guardian angel

Placed this object

For me to see

And wear

I know without

A doubt you are

Here with me

Always and

By my side

Through my

Walk on this

Journey called

My life.

Terry Shepherd

05/03/2013

 

Today is Al, my brother’s birthday. Happy Birthday little Brother. I love you so much!

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Daily Prompt; Idyllic


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What does your ideal community look like? How is it organized, and how is community life structured? What values does the community share?

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The community that I would choose is small. In the middle of the town is a Vintage courthouse. If you stand close to the bricks holding all of the secrets you can hear the history softly speaking in your ear.

The giant monument would be surrounded by fluffy, soft blades of green grass. Hugging the bottom row of the foundations would be blankets of colorful wildflowers. Standing back and looking up you would see our proud American Flag waving gently down upon us.

Brick sidewalks would be on all four sides touching the entry of the door and walking you back out to the exit at the street. Antique street lamps smile upon us. Not blinding us but holding soft glows as we walk at dusk. White circular shades with dark green poles, four standing proud on each side of the building.

There would be no cars entering or exiting. Every small business would connect with bricks forming a sidewalk, stretching from store to store. Ample parking would be awaiting each visitor on the outer block. You could park and walk into a slice of untouched history.

The stores would hold a variety of businesses meant for your every need. There would be insurance companies with a home-town name. Old fashioned candy stores for the kiddies. A meat market and next to it an old-time grocer. If you wanted to stock-pile your groceries coming into the square would not be your first choice. A variety of clothing and music stores would a wait your presence. On another part of the square would be lined with antique and gift stores.

The fire station and police station would be in one building; saving on utilities and other expenses by sharing one roof.  Beside them would sit the mayor’s office. A big welcome sign would greet you as you entered. The door to the Mayor’s office was always open to anyone with concerns or wanting to stop by and invite him for Sunday dinner.

People walking the sidewalks wave and acknowledge a familiar face by stopping by to chat. Park benches would line the sidewalks every few yards in case you wanted to stop and sit a spell.

Bird feeders hanging here and there; birds stopping to nibble. Bunnies hiding in the flowers thinking about eating the new buds. Kids riding their bikes carefully. Making sure they respected their elders.

It would be a relaxing time to do business in my town. Not only could you walk to your store. You visited with your neighbors. You stopped at the food markets and purchased your supper menu. You got back in your car and as you start it to return home, you would see your reflection smiling back at you in the rear view mirror.

Double Blessings


lighteningI got a double dose of smiles today from both Al and my own face. I went to see Al during his lunch time. He opened the sack holding his car and he just grinned. He said he was shocked then he said he was happy. Yeah!!!

He told me next that he walked down to the dining room holding on to his wheelchair. He said his pain was almost gone. This new stronger pain patch is working! I don’t care how long it works for right now I am happy.

We got ready to go to the dining room. He stood up and used his wheel chair to go to the bathroom. He still stumbles and almost falls but he did it. He walked all the way to the dining room. He was even quicker in his step.

I was so proud of him and so happy for him I made over him like cooing over a new-born baby. This made him so proud. I can see that the patch doesn’t help his eating or stumbles but my gosh he walked!

I am hoping there are stronger doses when this one becomes immune to his body. I don’t want him to be dependent but let’s face it, he is. He has terrible pains and this is helping. I just had to spread the word that today was a double blessing indeed.

Don’t Ever Do This to Me Again!


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Don’t you ever do this to me again, do you hear me? Today was something else. A day out of my routine. I had to get up at the crack of dawn and drive in the 16 degree temps and light snow flurries. I had to have my three-month blood draw.

I stopped at Al‘s  and my favorite restaurant and sat quietly and had breakfast. I was having  an impromptu conversation with God while I was eating my two scrambled eggs, bacon and two slices of whole-wheat toast.

I was telling him I should not have come here. It is just a reminder of what a loner I am. I want friends around when I am out, but I like solitude when I am home. Does this make any sense? I was telling God, this is ridiculous, I need to get up and go home.

Then suddenly someone said my name. I turned around and I was greeted with a big hug by a dear friend. She worked for years at my bank, but I don’t see her much anymore since she retired. We sat and talked for about an hour while she ordered and ate. I sipped my coffee and found myself just smiling and yakking a way. God is good. Once again he listened and answered my prayer.

I came home to my warm house and went to get on the internet and nothing. I ran my virus cleaners twice. I unplugged the wireless router three times. I turned off my PC twice and restarted it twice also. Finally I got a light bulb idea. Call the internet company.

You know the routine, automated answer people, never anyone real. The robot named off my phone number and I pushed the correct buttons in responses. It then said to me in monotone, We are having a  problem with the internet connections in your area. The technicians are aware of it and are working on as we speak. It will be on sometime before 8am on Friday.

Oh brother, what in the world am I going to do without my internet? What about my WP friends? My games on Facebook, my yahoo mail? I thought I was going to have a major meltdown.

I looked at the clock and it was almost time for the mid-day news and my only soap opera I watch. I have watched it since the day it started. The Young and the Restless. Guess what? It wasn’t on either. Some dumb basketball game was on and will continue for several hours. I know there are sports fans out there, and that is fine, but I am not one of them. No soap opera either? No internet? Oh my gosh!

I knew I had to do something. It was too cold to go anywhere, and I had no money to waste. For six months I have gazed at the shelves above my kitchen cupboards. This is where a lot of my antiques sit. I have colored indoor outdoor lights that light the entire shelves. I also knew that dust and grease from the stove were piling up. I figured any day the grease bunnies would pop their heads out and start laughing at me.

I tried one more time to get the internet and it was a no go. Darn, darn. I got up and got the vinegar water with a touch of dish soap and took each piece down and wiped them shiny again and cleaned the wrap-a-round shelves. I cleaned off the top of the refrigerator and cleaned my antique bowls and miniature antique animal collections.

I couldn’t stop there. I was on a roll by now. I did sit to rest a minute and checked the internet again, nope nothing. Darn I have to keep on trucking. I stripped my bed and washed the sheets and re-made the bed. I took my bedroom curtains down along with all the living room curtains and washed them. I washed my bedroom window and when the laundry was done I rehung them. I totally changed the curtains in my bedroom.

Since it used to be my brother’s bedroom there were blue checked curtains hanging. Now they are clean, folded and placed in a closet. I now have white blinds with white shears and a pretty pink print valance. Looks much more feminem now.

I steam-mopped the tiles in my kitchen and hallway and bathrooms. I ended up sweeping the entire house. Darn, I was pooped. My feet were burning. I had no feelings left in my toes. It was time to sit and rub my feet trying to gain some feeling and burn relief.

I sat down at the computer naturally. Ya I know, no internet, but I had to try. It has now been eight hours and I feel like I am having with draws. I take my shoes and socks off and rub my feet back to some feeling. I put my shoes and socks back on and try one more time.

Yippee, I have internet. You would have thought I won the lottery.  I yelled in joy. I started to play one game and I received a text from my son. They were inviting me, their mom to supper. Oh yeah, I sure will go. To be with people and better yet family, hot dog!!!

We ate at Golden Coral. I had a super sized salad and a small dish of ice-cream for dessert. Then we went to Wal-Mart. I bought a new shower curtain for my now new bathroom. It is very colorful. I am not quite sure what colors they are as I am color-blind, but my daughter-in-law said it was a thumbs up color.

The best came at the end as it usually does. Since the grandkids went to the toy section I thought I would check out the cars Al loves. He had been telling me about this one car he saw on an outing. It was like the owner of Pawn Stars  had. It was green. My son said, No Mom, it isn’t green. It is aqua blue. Whatever, it was green to me. LOL. I bought it for him and got two more cars that are the coolest unique antique police cars. I am saving those for his birthday in May. The aqua blue one? I am definitely taking it to him tomorrow. Oh wow, I can’t wait. He is going to smile so big, I hope.

So a big day of work work work. Internet don’t ever do that to me again. Cleaning upper shelves and antiques should be saved for some other type of day!

Project


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can you burn your feet while walking through a sunset? (Photo credit: Marc (alias willy whopper))

It is almost 6pm. My body hurts and my feet burn. I am getting older and I want to break down in tears and yet have no reason to.

I have this huge mess in the living room. Both bedrooms are torn up. I was to have help moving the bedroom furniture but as of yet no one has shown up.

I want to cry because I can’t do this work anymore myself. I get mad because I am so used to doing things on my own.

Please give me back what I had

I don’t like being broke

Body stiffens up feet don’t work

Then I think about my brother

Who’s almost wheelchair bound

And I dry my eyes as I realize

Others have it so worse than me

Oh I wish I was beautiful and outgoing and had zillions of friends.I would call them and tell them to come help me.  I have to get this project done or Al will have no where to stay when he gets here. You are right, I don’t know the date yet. But I don’t want to do this they day before because I can’t carry the heavy load in one day, let alone two.

Give me strength Lord

To make these feet move

Do what you do best

Give me a miracle

Give me the Impossible

Terry Shepherd

03/09/2013

Spring Clean Mood


Window-cleaning

The weather may not be ready

The skies are too darn grey

But my mind was ahead one month

To a nice and warmer day.

I had no place to go to

The truth is I didn’t want to be out

Instead I stayed inside

And moved my furniture about.

I got the vinegar water

And two clean rags in hand

I scrubbed down my blinds

As I listened to the bands.

The windows in my living room

Were full of winter grit

I cleaned them til they shined

With a little water and spit.

I only did one room today

After being sick I didn’t do more

I lit some cinnamon candles

And finishing this I will now sweep the floors.

Terry Shepherd

02/16/2013

Daily Prompt, The Daily Post


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Take a subject you’re familiar with and imagine it as three photos in a sequence. Tackle the subject by describing those three shots.

In the bottom photo is a painted antique kitchen cabinet. What you do with this depends on what you want to happen to it. Do you want to sell it or keep it? If you want to sell it, you may not want to touch it, as the original finish sometimes sells for many more dollars. If you want to sell an item, never paint it. You can touch up with a scratch cover product, maybe run some tongue oil over it to revive the wood, but other wise, leave it alone, and place your mark-up on it and a sale sign, and you won’t have it very long. It will be snapped up!

If you choose to keep the piece that you bought or maybe inherited, and you want it to compliment your living space, and you are pretty sure you will not sell it for a long time, then you may want to consider refinishing it.

Most woods that I have done in my own shop I have hand-finished. Dipping furniture is a lot easier, but it loosens glue, and a lot of glue was used in earlier pieces, so I never dipped furniture.

I bought liquid strippers for the most part, with using a small can of semi-paste gel type of stripper, that holds its shape while doing its job. Hopefully, if you are lucky, there is only one layer of paint on your item. If there are more than one layer, then one layer is what you can take off at a time.

One of my first pieces I bought and refurnished and placed in my store for sale, was a ladder back chair. It was painted heavily with an enamel paint, and I thought, this was going to be a snap, but it wasn’t. The first coat was a snap, but there were ten coats of different paint colors underneath in total, and I had to strip each layer off one at a time, but the reward underneath, was worth all of my work. A hand carved Indian head was carved into the wood. This piece finished was beautiful and brought me bigger dollars than I had thought.

Tools that you may include to refinish any piece of furniture will be cheap paint brushes, all sizes, chinese eating sticks, detail miniature pointed tools, old towels, wash rags, trash bags, sandpaper, sanding stone, drill with sanding attachments, clean soft rags, rubber gloves, metal cans, large,( I used an old horse trough so I could sit section by section inside the bucket in order not to spoil the grass or ground, and to be able to re-use the strippers), water hose, stains, tongue oils,soft scrapers,(plastic), furniture putty. These are the basics, I had a lot of odd pieces I found at sales, and at home, that I used for picking out paint of tiny lines and curves and crevices. Never use anything sharp. There are very few woods that can not be scratched, when softened by the strippers and being wet!

So, you put the stripper on, and you make sure you are in a well ventilated area, better yet outdoors,and always in warm weather. Strippers don’t work in cool weather, and if they do work at all, it takes a lot longer. You let the stripper set according to direction times, and while it is setting you take pointed tools, and with the gel-type stripper on those intricate, detailed areas, you start picking and wiping, removing the paint. When you get most of those small areas done, you can then go ahead and let liquid strippers run over it and keep wiping the paint off.

All of this takes time. You really have to have a love for antique furniture in order to do this type of work. A lot of strippers smell to high heavens, and if you are bare-legged, the back splash can burn, like a mosquito bite on your legs or arms. I never did, but some use face masks to protect the lungs.

After the paint is totally off, the strippers that I have used, can be washed off with clear water. When you see no more paint remaining, dry with a soft cloth, and let sit for 24 hours to dry the wood completely. You will not be drenching the wood, so don’t worry, it will dry nicely and not lose its shape.

When this has all been done, you can put a finish all over the piece. Some come with a luster glaze in them, some are water proofed for drink marks, but what I do if I am especially going to sell the item, is run lemon oil, or tongue oil completely over it.

My favorite pieces to own are completely natural looking, back to what they looked like originally. This is the only type of furniture I sold.

I had my own business for several years. I bought and sold antique furniture, and refinished it for clients wanting work done. I also helped to run auction houses, and sometimes bought antiques to flip in the business only. We all need a quick buck sometimes!

The love of antiques is in my blood, and if a customer came to me once again, I can tell you this, it would stir my blood up to a boil once again, just thinking about the joy I get out of it.

So the pictures above are in three stages, painted cupboard, beginning to strip the piece of furniture, and finally the finished product.

It Is A Bad Day So Far


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Oh my, all of this help coming so often to help Al be able to walk longer and all Al is doing is showing his fangs. He has drawn his fist, gritted his teeth, and cussed and gotten mad. The first therapist has been here and now gone, and Al  has discovered his mattress and box springs is going to be leaning up against the wall, forcing some of his items to be removed from the wall for a period of time, as there is no other place to place his bedding.

Please pray for us, as I am a nervous wreck, almost in tears. We have the nurse and another therapist to go through, plus the set up of the hospital bed and tearing down the old bed.

Please……………….

I Am In Heaven!


English: Two children enjoying a bubble bath

I don’t know what happened today while the shower lady was here, but I think I will not question it, nor will I make any unexpected noises in the house. I feel like I am back in my first apartment, when I left my ex. The little box I lived in was all mine, peace rang through out the walls. I lived it and loved it, and only gave it up once I started caring for Al.

Tonight, Al ate fairly well with no gagging or choking and he finished all of his supper. He told me after he was finished, that he was going to his bedroom to read his bible instead of staying out here with me and watching his two favorite shows, Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. I was a little shocked but said nothing. I cleaned up the kitchen and came over to my best friend here in the house, my computer. This is where I reach out to all of my good friends I have made through out the years.

Well time ticked by and still no Al. I got a tiny bit concerned and so decided to quietly tip toe in his room and make sure all was well, and it was, and I was greeted with a small smile. He has continued to stay in his room the whole evening. Of course, now that I have written this, he will be out here any moment. This is just the way life works, like saying your car is such a good running car, and then when you get in it tomorrow to go to work, the starter has gone out!

Well, after I realized he was not coming out, I quickly changed the television to the music station, and landed on the jazz from the forties, fifties, and sixties. How relaxing is this? Pretty darn relaxing! Cheek to Cheek by Mark Murphy is now playing. I had forgotten how much I love a good song. I am not being forced to watch American Pickers or Storage Wars. I am not saying I don’t enjoy them, but come on, the whole night long?

Then the creative juices started flowing inside of my tired brain. I peeked in on him once again, and still got the smile, so I sneaked into my bathroom and shut my door and lit my candles and ran myself a nice warm bath.

I love my bathroom, since I have fixed it up with oldies and Victorian items. Light the candles, and lie in a bubble bath, with only the glow of the candles bouncing their reflections of the walls and my bubbles.

I was in heaven, let me tell you. I have had the stiffest neck and shoulders for the last 24 hours, and although the pain is not entirely gone, most of it is. I took my time, soaking, then got out and dried off. I brushed my hair 100 strokes, until most of it fell out from old age. LOL. I got dressed in my pretty nightie and went into my bedroom and began to trim and file my toenails. Wow, I once again thought,  I am in heaven!!!!!

I am so thankful for what ever happened to give me these two quiet hours. God if this was you’re doing, I praise your name over and over on bended knee. If this had to do with our new shower girl, I whisper to you , a big thank you. One more thing, could who ever made this happen possibly make it happen again one day next week?????

Tough Cookie


Toilet

Toilet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The next time someone says to me, what do you do all day and why don’t you get a real job, I am going to be a tough cookie and kick them in the butt!

Because I stay home and care for my brother, I was forced to help someone remove the water out of the toilet bowl, clean the crap water from under it, watch the old wax seal be taken out, and it was yucky and smelly. Watch the new seal be placed, clean the bottom of the toilet itself, and see it put back into its rightful spot, tightened down and then to deal with the mess.

The seal had broken and when we saw how the seal had been squished almost flat on the front end, I knew that my suspicions had been proven true. Al sits on the pot so many times a day, and leans even further forward thinking he should have a BM every time he goes. If this doesn’t happen, he proceeds to try to force it out himself. It has been a disgusting thing and I am working very hard on this goal of stopping.

We did discover that bananas work, but all the time he had been doing this over time in the bathroom, even before I was finally aware of what was going on, he had damaged the seal.

After everything was done, I discovered that a large mirrored picture in frame that he kept in the corner, had soaked up leaking water, so I had to carefully clean that up with a disinfectant, and pray that this doesn’t cause permanent damages to a coca cola item. After cleaning the mirror, then I had to pick up his three bathroom rugs and wash them, and they are now in the dryer, then I had to clean the sink, stool, and bathtub from where old towels had been used to sop up water.

Then after all that was sterilized and clean once again, I had to sit with Al and have a conversation about how this had happened and how we could work on preventing this from happening again. This of course brought tears, so then I had to have the same conversation we always have about how it is not his fault.  With his head hanging low, he seemed to understand somewhat, but from then on, I have had to check upon him when  he uses the restroom, to make sure he is not half  way bent to the floor, and of course, he doesn’t like being messed with when he is in private mode, but I can’t help it.

After cleaning up the table, floor, and chair from his lunch, I  proceeded to steam mop the kitchen and his bathroom floor to make sure all germs had escaped his area. Next he went to his bedroom and proceeded to sit in the dark and with no television on, so I had to go sit on the bed and explain how easy it is to become sad or depressed in total darkness and silence. He started crying and I suggested he take his nap early, but instead, he turned the light and television on low, then I told him he could not hear it and he needed to turn it up. It was a fight to the end, but he was not going to deviate away from his routine nap time, and I was not going to let him sit in silence and darkness, and I did win that one.

I have just finished sweeping the house and putting the steam mop away, and he wanted his back washed because he sweats so bad from  his Parkinson’s side effects, so I went to do that for him.

Sweeper away, steam mop hidden, back washed, new toilet ring placed, mirror cleaned, bathroom cleaned, floors steamed. I am now waiting for buzzer to go off on dryer.

It is mid afternoon and I wonder how long I will be able to sit here at my desk. Cali the kitty noticed I am sitting here so she wants petted, and I hear my bed calling me for a nice nap on this cloudy day.

I am so looking forward to those eight hours total of relaxation time next week.

Now, do you want to stay at your paying job where you go out and work with others and socialize and have time away from the house, or would you prefer my stay at home job where you clean and sanitize and clean up shit, give lessons on living, dry eyes, help feed and what ever comes your way????