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from Saturday Centus, 7/30/2011

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Egg fried on sidewalk

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THAT’s hot.

And hot it is.

Ground is dry.

Cattle look for food and water.

Little kids look for swimming holes.

Hurricane Don,

a disappointment,

was thought of as a welcome sight.

City dwellers bake

as asphalt absorbs the heat,

Air conditioners a premium

…it’s lets go for a walk at the mall,

the parks too hot !

Dog days yet to come.

Dad said:

“We have to have weather

weather we want it or not.”

I think of Dad when

the weather’s rainy

icy cold, or

hot enough to fry an

egg on the side walk.

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Beautiful blooms...all on the same bush...only one bush was planted in this spot.

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The process:

Getting old is really chicken poop.

Left knee/arthritis/pain/beyond words.

G./measured for new stove hood/burners

that’s it folks/rested/walker/canes

Heroines/all invalids:/Patty/Elizabeth/Chelsey

Heroines/three generations/three women of faith

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Six word Journal:

Life/still good/others worse off

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High tide, Trenton, Maine, USA

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Out going tide...same spot, same day. Trenton, Maine, USA

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The Tide Marks Time

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The ebb and flow of the tide
marks the time of the people on the coast of Maine.
We track our lives by it.
Go to work by it
or plan our activities by it.
High tide, low tide
affects the activities
of young and old.
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High tide,
not good for  swimming for the very young,
looking for shells,
or clammin’…
High tide, in a storm
can flood a road or causeway, remove docks,
and bridges, stop traffic in it’s tracks.
Also at high tide,
the big ships come in,
and go out,
the scenery changes right up to the shore.
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Low tide,
the best for little kids at the beach,
looking for shells, rocks
and sea creatures left behind.
One might even find a shiny bit of
sea glass smoothed by the ocean
and traveled from a far.
The clammers and worm diggers
are out workin’ hard.
Seaweed is gathered for food,
the garden and other uses
off the rocky coast of Maine.
Time is money
and time is ruled by the tide.
So is life at home
ruled by the tide…
dad’s at work
by the ebb and flow of the tide.
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The ebb and flow of the tide
marks the time of the people on the coast of Maine.
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Six word Saturday Blog

Getting old is really chicken poop.

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The process:

Not used to slowing down…

arthritis struck my left knee

before the every six month injection

took effect…

…I’m not a wuss,

so when I complain,

it makes me angry that it is so bad

I can’t keep my mouth shut.

I do think that this is why

the snake oil man got rich…

I’ll bet people back in the day

would do anything

to get rid of the pain.

I had places to go and things to do !

Will have to think a a new defense in six

months…

Sigh.

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30 Days of  Truth…
Starting July 1, 2011 and ending July 30, 2011
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Day 30 – A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself.

To the Self that Dwells Within,
What are the things I love that make me who I am?
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I try to live a life that follows my value and belief systems.
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I  try to live a life that advocates for those who are not able to speak for themselves.
This is a learned response since I was brought up not to “make a scene” or “draw attention”
to myself.  There are times to speak out and times to be silent and not interfere.
It is an ongoing process and I hope I continue to grow in this area.
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I am persistent…much to the annoyance of many.
(Two bosses, two husbands have used this adjective to describe me.)
Persistence means I don’t give up if I think I am right or a wrong has reared it’s ugly head.
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I am loyal.  (To a fault…that part I don’t like…
I don’t give up on people who I think have best intentions
when in reality they don’t,)
It is better to make a “mistake being loyal than to turn on a misunderstood friend.
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I am a hard worker…and a perfectionist.  Do it correctly or not at all.
Do not compromise one’s values to meet unreasonable requests or deadlines
..shortcuts never produce excellence.
When I was a student nurse,
I over heard an instructor say to one of my classmates
who had charted a blood pressure she had not taken correctly:
 “If you don’t have time to do it correctly the first time,
WHEN ARE you going to have the time?”
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I am curious.  There was a time I wondered how people knew what questions to ask,
how DO they KNOW.
I was brought up to accept without question what ever my parents
and others in their families taught me about life and the world.
It carried over to school and work at an early age.
Teach me well, for I will do what ever it is exactly how you taught me
…no free-styling from me.
I was in awe of people who seemed to know just the questions that I would have had
if I could have thought of them.
I hope now, I am one of the people who ask THE questions that others wish they could ask.
I was in awe of people who knew how to question and argue, and make decisions for themselves.
That I over came that, is what I like about myself.
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I share what I know.  Why keep knowledge and life experience to oneself
when you can help others with life or work and make things easier for them.
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I am able to understand and communicate with the confused, demented and bewildered,
be it from aging, injury, mental illness or disease process.
The world of mental illness is scary for the person and those around them.

to be able to affect a calm in a storm of emotions…..
is something I can try to offer.
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One gift is also of, it seems to me, relating to those in a troubled world
… and knowing when to find someone with other life experiences.
One nurse does not know all, help all or cure all.
We all have different life experiences to offer.
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I like that despite my faults in decision making, life choices and personal short comings,
my children have turned out to be wonderful and successful adults.
I think I did the best I could every day with what ever the universe tossed at me.
Their children are flourishing.
I love that I come from a long line of women who have lived to 90 or 100 plus…
and I am able to see the perpetuation of my family values in ways I never would have imagined.
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Life is not stagnant…it is important to grow with the changes around me.
I must keep up with the times yet keep my core values and beliefs.
The best may be yet to come and I must be ready, not resting on my laurels.
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Deep dark confessions

Come from within souls harbor

Freeing the spirit
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30 Days of  Truth…

Day 29 – Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.


I want to have a more active life…
something loosely planned for every day to not let time get away.
At my stage of life…retirement, and 67, it would be very easy to
let days, weeks go by and find out the time was without meaningful
activity.
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So far, I have five days with part of the day doing something meaningful for me:
Sunday:  Church
Monday:  Vagabonds painting group…plein aire when possible (9 am to noon)
                   Everybody Eats…4pm…several of us from the writing group meet
                    and share a meal at a local church…
                    payment is by donation if one can afford it.
                    Meals are family style and one gets to meet others in the community
                   …the conversations are lively and sometimes we close the place ☺.
Tuesday:  Writing group…at Senior Center across the street  (9 am to noon)
Wednesday:  Portrait painting group…Blue Hill, Maine (9:30 am to noon)
Thursday:  
Friday:  Vagabonds painting group, Somesville, ME (9 to noon)
Saturday:

Each group has lunch together…optional, but bonding.

I’d like to have a casual structure to my afternoons…exercising at the Y needs to be added in, and
to be sure the every day things get done or time is spent constructively like getting out to the Maine Grind to write
or to one of the park areas to paint
…unless a nap is in order !
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One of the enemies of aging is frittering time away day after day….
and not making younger friends since loss of friends is another factor of aging…
without younger friends, soon you could be without the mental stimulation of friends.
(and for me Beano or Bingo…four letter words….destructive to my mental well being ☺.)
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I am prone to agoraphobia…staying isolated, avoiding groups of people, crowds and depression.
That is why I chose these things as something to improve…it would be very easy for me to drop each activity and
stay home without contact with other people.  
Being very hard of hearing, phone conversations are almost impossible.
It would be very easy for me to become invisible in the community as I do not have family here.
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