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The ‘honey-do list’ has been revised


The famed. ‘honey-do list’ has taken on a new meaning here on Sunrise Ridge.

Rather than it being a list of things I would like Hubby to do, it has evolved into a check list for me to be able to show Hubby what has been done.

Each day, he has a number of things he wants done, and will ask multiple times if they have been done. “Did you make that phone call, is this bill paid, have I had my lunch, do we need to go somewhere…”, are just examples and it varies from day to day.

I ‘ve started to write it down, the ‘everyday’ things , like shower and clean your hearing aids, and his specific requests of the day, ‘what’s for lunch?’. Then as they are completed or attempted I can check it off or make a note of continuance.

It seems to help that I can show him a hard copy of what was done, how we need to proceed. It seems to be an efficient calming strategy at least this week.

Don’t let the rain get you down


Rain! Rain and another day of rain! We are kind of tired of it.

Once again, there were plans, and they had to be changed, postponed, moved around.

So we change things, a big round of cooking. Why not? It’s National Apple Pie day. Sadly, there are no apples here today. So, modify!

There is cherry pie filling and some refrigerated pie crust in the fridge. We can’t let that go to waste!

Crust, cut into circles or squares about 4 inches across. A generous tablespoon of filling, fold top over and crimp the edges.

A couple of inches of oil heated to 350 degrees, fry your pies two or three at a time, until golden. Add a glaze or dust with powdered sugar.

It may be best to do this when no one is about. I have discovered there can be a traffic jam somewhere in your vicinity as you try to finish frying pies.

It was fun, we had some laughs as we cooked. Now to hide the rest of them for after dinner!

Moaning, I’m broken…


The breakage is internal, not visible. It’s been a rough week! The dementia, which raises it’s ugly hurtful head, has been working overtime this week. Compulsions, obsessions, demands! How much can I take?

My ‘honey-do’ lists are long, “fix this, look up that, is it time to eat, we need to…” And it has made the days long and hard.

I need a break, that is not possible. Someone has to be here. Yesterday, he felt he needed to climb on a roof. That cannot happen, some days his balance is so bad it’s all he can do to walk safely.

I need some rest, um, no, I’m up early to try to get what I need to do done, and late to be sure things are OK when he is finally ready to call it a day. He’s never ready to do anything until at least noon these days, except eat.

I hope and pray that this is just another passing phase of the illness and things will level out again! At least for a while. I hate seeing him sink into the quicksand of this disease.

I think of the ‘if only’. If only he had not been ‘inappropriate’ with a health aid one day when I thought I could leave him for a couple of hours.

He’s begun to notice more and more, his frustration and anxiety increase as he realizes, when he does, that he can no longer do this or that or remember ‘important’ things.

How much worse must it be for him, in those lucid times? I cannot even imagine! When he speaks of possible future things, I know he is aware of possible outcomes and fears them too.

Hang on, old girl! You have him, or at least most of the time you have a part of him, yes, you cry when he tries to tell you something and that bewildered lost look comes on his face. But he is here, and still responds to a hug or pat on the shoulder.

Be thankful for what you have and the 50+ years you have had this man by your side.

Proud and humbled


Crosby, Stills and Nash once had a song I loved at the time. “Teach your Chldren Well”.


This morning, my phone rang at 5:41, daughter Dannie was on the line to encourage me to go look at the glorious sunrise.🌞☕️🐦


I went to the porch and we chatted through the early birdsong and grand colors, many shades of red, orange, and finally a delicate cotton candy pink climbing up the sky.

Why was I not already there you might ask, Hubby had a computer search he felt was needed that early.  I did desert him, the search will still be makde, but later. Maybe not today.


So very blessed, and I feel like I taught her well. 😍👩‍👧🌅💞 Yes, I am both proud and humbled in this moment.

Did he feel the wonder?


This morning, I have a new great-grandson. He is a hunky baby of 8 pounds 11 ounces and of course, handsome as can be.

Thankful for the relaxed, slightly, rules, so Daddy could be there to help welcome him into the world.

I remember a June morning a few years ago, taking daughter to her OB appointment. Dr. said just go to the OB department, we are having a baby today.

I called her husband and followed the directions I was given. About an hour later, I was holding a perfect , handsome baby boy.

I still hold in my heart the wonder of this birth and all the others I have witnessed. It’s a supremely special moment for everyone involved.

Happy birthday Derek!

A beautiful morning!


This was part of my devotional this morning and it meant a lot to me.

Jeremiah 17:7 Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.

8 For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yielding fruit.

I look around, at all the things ‘neglected’ yesterday while I enjoyed some needed R & R.
River and restoration was so much more important!

Hubby and I started before sun-up to a local trout stream we love to spend time at. Social distance was no problem, it’s kind of hidden away.


From the Mennonite canoers sliding past us with a wave and hello, in the morning river mist, to Hubby’s 18 inch brown trout,  the sound of the high water rushing over the low water bridge, and discovering the pawpaw blooms in the shady spot I was occupying.

Have you ever seen pawpaw blooms? They are almost brown purple and look like no other flower I know.


Salami sandwiches never tasted better, served up with sliced onion and fresh tomatoes, (green house, but tasty). and I have stories locked away, perhaps to share another day.

Sure, there is a lot to do today, however, after due reflection, I am sitting on the porch, listening to a chorus of praise to the morning.


Birds are busy, feeding themselves and young families. Hummers showed up almost before the whip-poor-wills sang their last notes.


Mr, and Mrs. Blue have made a half dozen trips to the nest just while I’m typing. .


Lilacs and honeysuckle scents swirl through the air.


Just taking a few moments to savor God’s gift this morning. Very blessed to have this to share.

A time to mourn


Over the past few days, our family has been quietly waiting for information about a niece who was hospitalized with COVID 19.

Each day the news was less hopeful. Yes, there were other underlying health issues.

Family and friends unable to visit or be together.

Yesterday, at 6:30 PM, the phone rang, her sister calling to let us know ‘she’s gone’.

But we cannot gather to share memories, hugs and fellowship, due to the same disease that took here life.

It’s hard!

It’s how we roll, social distancing


Yes, we are all getting pretty tired of this social distancing arent we?

My kids,spread over the USof A had an idea. What game do we all have? The answer – Yahtzee! So last night via Zoom there was a big game of Yahtzee, rooms were fill with laughter, cheers and groans as the dice rolled and participants scored.

Not much, but we got to see one another and share more than just the game.

For an hour or so, we had FAMILY and FRIENDS together.

Little things


I remember once, trying to learn something for school. I must have been about 10 ears old. I was having an awful time, my Uncle Bill, Aunt Ruth and cousin Nancy were at our house.

I’m guessing it was dish washing time, that was the time for most of the memorizing of spelling, math facts and recitations. Mom or Dad would sit at the kitchen table and make sure we got our lesson right.

Maybe Uncle Bill was there in the kitchen. That I do not remember, but the facts of the evening I do.

Over and over, and over again. Never right! I got so frustrated I charged out of the kitchen slamming the door as I fled.

Uncle Bill caught me on the first landing going up the stairs. My ten year old self just wanted to escape!


He set down with me on the step, patted my back and gently calmed me down and said,”Always remember this. The last 4 letters in American are I can. You are an American, so whatever it is, you can.”


What ever I was supposed to learn at the time has been long forgotten. His words were not! Thanks Uncle Bill, I still appreciate those words!

And that is OK.


Earlier today I posted on Facebook, something about if you needed to be alone right now with all the self-quarantine, you could go wash dishes or clean the kitchen, I didn’t mention cleaning the bathroom, but no one ever bothers me then either,

The post, meant to be humorous, was met with this comment: “Cleaning is a never ending job. So right now no excuse from not having a clean house. And kids should be being taught how to clean their rooms and make their beds and chores daily. What a great time for learning things they have never had to learn”

And maybe I’m too sensitive, but it really hit me in the feels as my grandkids say.

Unless you have walked a mile or so in someone else’s shoes, don’t be telling them ‘they have no excuse’ for whatever.
If a person is not doing things’your way’ it does not mean they are not doing the best they can within their means and abilities.

Two of the people on my FB friends list have large families, with toddlers, in the midst of raising the little ones home schooling the older ones and working at essential positions in industry, food service and health care, they are stretched pretty far right now.

I am imuno compromised, my husband is immuno-compromised, deaf and has dementia, my house may not be as clean as yours because I cannot do it. But we are all healthy, within our parameters. I’ll accept that as OK.


I can’t get a hair cut, unless I do it myself. I might be shaggy, but It will be OK.


We don’t go to the doctor, they now call us. We are not sick, and that’s OK
It’s hard to shop, one in, one out, and things missing from shelves, call in an order and pick it up. I’m saving money, and that’s OK.


I’m staying home, I miss friends and family, but I have internet, so even that is OK.

I have all the things I need, and a lovely porch to sit on and contemplate how blessed I am, so that’s the way it is. Just like most of the people I know we are doing our best to be our best.


I think I can make it. A positive attitude is going to get us a lot farther right now than dwelling on the black abyss we have before us