Monday, May 2, 2016

Wearing Her Bracelets Out



          Jenna has had a number of bracelets during her lifetime.  She has worn each until the clasp breaks.  Sometimes she hasn't noticed right away.  Sometimes the bracelet has gotten lost.

          This is the bracelet she had made for her birthday last year. 


  
          She wore it for the rest of the year and all through school the next.  The last time she remembers seeing it was when she went to Church.  We had checked the library lost and found, but it was not there



          She was given this bracelet in Young Women's




along with this card.



          The poor bracelet has taken quite a beating.  The clasp came undone, but at least she hasn't lost it.  I used to have a jewelry repair kit, but don't anymore.  Hopefully we will get around to it soon and she'll be able to wear it again.




          I'm happy that she that she's happy to wear them.




Thank You for the Mailbox



After we moved in, we noticed that the mailbox was in less than terrific shape





went out and purchased a new mailbox which Roland put up on a day when it wasn't raining



but still cold.  All of the mailboxes on the street are at the same level, except for ours - which seems to soar in the air



Though it's post office and therefore government approved, it felt to me as though we were trying to show up the neighbors which is seriously NOT the case.  And yet our mailbox seems to dominate over the others like it's the boss of the street.  It's got a swelled head.  It's (not to play on words) stuck up.  So I was worried for the mail carrier.  And then we received this note:




It didn't read sarcastic, but felt as if she really meant it.  Oh, what a relief.  But what do the neighbors think?  Namely the one whose yard houses both hers and our mailboxes.

She introduced herself to me as she was pulling out of her driveway.  She too thanked us for the mailbox.  The rusty wobbly one that was there really was an eyesore.

I'm happy that the change was not only good for us, but for the neighborhood and especially our mail carrier.


Sunday, May 1, 2016

More on Aging

I recall a year when my grandma came to visit.  Though Grandma did visit on occasion, at that particular time I am thinking of, Mom and at least two of her children were working at Snelgrove's (though I don't remember which two)
          As with many who advance in age, Grandma's sense of hearing was not the greatest.  We would have to raise our voices to her and she kept the volume on the TV at least 20 decibels higher than we would normally allow.




          There were a few nights when mom would have to be to work at Snelgrove's during Grandma's visit.  After having spent all day raising her voice to my grandma, she would continue to speak in her loud tones.  I still smile when I think of other employees asking her why she was yelling or raising her voice - only she wasn't aware that she was.  And she'd explain that her mother was visiting and was also hard of hearing.  Sometimes I think it frustrated her - probably because my mom's voice wasn't all that loud even when she was yelling.

          Roland doesn't have the TV up to that same decibel as my grandma did, but often it is still louder than I like.  He seems to be hearing less each year and the darn TV seems to be getting louder.  I know my hearing isn't the best, but I think I can hear some sounds better than he can.  One of the "Brain Game" challenges is to show what stage we are in with our ability to hear.  The host, Jason Silva, would ask participants to raise their hands when they could hear the sound.  Jenna would raise her hand three or four times.  I did it once.  Poor Roland couldn't hear any of the "pitches" being played. 

          He doesn't often understand the words that Jenna and I say in conversation, but he does always hear Jenna's voice.  On occasion she has overpowered the sounds of the TV. She does tend to be loud.  But not always.  Sometimes she seems distant or withdrawn.  At those times, she speaks with the voice of an ant and I don't even think a dog would be able to hear her.

          My mom lost her sense of smell when she was quite young.  But she never lost her hearing.  Sometimes I think she could hear sounds that only dogs can hear.  I think before September 1, 2013 her hearing was better than mine is now, and definitely better than Roland's.  September 1 is when my mom went into the hospital for the last time and seemed to linger between worlds for the next ten days.  I don't know what her hearing was at that time.  Probably even better.  It was hard to tell as she seemed to be in and out of being.  I know she was hearing sounds from the other side.

          We don't move like we used to - especially if we have to bend, squat or sit down and rise back up again.  I don't remember a time when Roland seemed so out-of-shape.  He's really not.  He still lifts and moves things like he thinks he is 20.  But time is catching up with him although he actually does quite well for being 62.  Not that 62 is that old.  But the signs of aging are definitely there.  For both of us.

          I think Jenna is responsible for keeping us as young as we have been.  Lately she's our eyes and ears.  I had to give her a bottle of something the other day so that she could read the directions to me.  Gads, if the company is going to print the directions that small, they need to enclose a magnifying glass for the older generations who may need it.

          Today Roland attempted to fix a switch in the our bathroom.  He asked me to stay in the room and let him know when the power went off in that room. I could hear him fine, but her couldn't hear my replies.  He had Jenna standing in the hall to pass on my answers.

          I still find that I am very wobbly first thing in the morning, and have the walker near where I can get at it should I need the assistance.  I think we have older neighbors across the street.  All three of them have long ramps that would work well for wheel chairs.  I have seen the "senior mobile" pick up two of my neighbors, and I have met three of our neighbors now.  Roland has only met the couple next door - the one who made their son mow our lawn.  It was dad that finished mowing though.  He is young!  I think he resembles my cousin who lives in Salem - a cousin whom I really don't know but have seen his picture on facebook.





          Young people have their strengths.  They also have their weaknesses.  Same with the older folk.  We have our strengths and have lost much of what used to be our strength.  Our bodies shut down if they can't be repaired - or seem to leak more than they should.  We're more dependent on technological aides and other people to assist us.  

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Welcome to Tri-City!



Ever since we moved to Oregon I would remember passing this sign:



only to pass this sign less than two yards from the one above



makes me laugh each time that I pass it.

Most Tri-City folk are passionate about staying Tri-City - but any mail received is going to come up Myrtle Creek.  That's just what the system pulls up by zip code.




you can find all these sights when driving along Old Pacific Hwy 

First Student bus yard



Tri City Fire Department

Grand Victorian

Ireland Trucking Comapany

refer to this post

pizza palace taken from Google




And now for the pictures you've all been waiting for (LOL)

From the three "My Life in Boxes" posts:


garage at rental - before the move

front room at rental.  Hard to tell 

Jenna's room with no drawers


more of garage

we first looked at this house Dec. or Feb

This is our view at one end of the road

this is the other end

back porch before the move

back porch after


during move

notice the drawers

last day of move

kitchen before move

during move

yard before move

it actually had looked a lot worse

we actually stopped to eat around the table

I don't have a before of Jenna's room.  Ironically hers remained
the cleanest during the entire move - and even now

master bath before
master bath during move (notice NO DRAWERS)
master bedroom before move


master bedroom during move

we spent the first two nights without the frame

Jenna's bath before move (towel was left behind)

my baby LOVES Minions



This is our backyard hill before the move


our neighbor made her son cut our grass

it started raining before he finished and hasn't really stopped

our shed still not totally organized

but a marvelous improvement to initial move day


And now for Jenna's birthday.  I know many of the pictures are blurred, but as I don't have permission from her friends or their parents, we will all have to lived with these blurred photos


On the way to Nickel Bowl
I don't know why lately Jenna seems
obsessed with wearing stickers on her face





we actually had this awesome dessert for her 9th birthday
we didn't use frosting that year.  This year we did

she made a spare


we took the girls to pizza palace after they had bowled two games