Beneath the Wraps

            Today a sister had asked why we call each other Sister so-and-so and not address first names.  I understood her question.  There are some sisters who have such beautiful names that are often lost in the shuffle when they are addressed by their last name. I do think that you get used to addressing a person one way and may have a hard time making your mind remember to call them something else.  (For instance for years you may have been calling the neighbor lady Mrs. Loren twenty years later you are expected to call her Amanda.  Huh?) According to  this site , the title “Brother” or “Sister” is a sign of respect which I understand but I do not think of calling a person by first name is a sign of disrespect.  It is more intimate and familiar.  I like hearing people called by their first names.  But I do get the respect of the title just as addressin...

                This morning Ally decided that she would sit in Grandpa ’ s chair – even though theoretically it is the best choice for him as it is close to the stove.  He should have not given into her – but wanted to make peace apparently.  He had already confided in me that he thought she was spoiled.  I don ’ t know how much of that is giving in to her and how much is giving in to the Kabuki syndrome or whatever other illnesses arise.           He asked her how many eggs she wanted.   She claimed two which he said he would do just one at a time for her.   But he gave her both – none of which she ate.   She did try her sausage but said it was spicy – which I agree.   I am not fond of that sausage.   Clair usually sits next to her to monitor her feeding but as Ally was sitting in Grandp a ’s chair and Grandpa was sitting in Clair ’ s, Ally and Clair were not s...

          We blew the opportunity of  picking blueberries for  50 cent per pound.   On Friday night Richard had announced to the troop that we would go pick blueberries the following morning and leave the house by 8:30.   I knew that wasn ’ t going to happen.   It was a rough night for all of us.        I was a grouch.   I knew I would be a grouch all day if I didn ’ t get some sleep.   When I am so exhausted and cannot sleep I tend to cry.   I have cried a lot this month.        On Saturday the gang did not pick blueberries nor did they go to the Safari.   Richard had decided on a dog park in order to save money.   He invited me to come along and felt disappointed when I chose not to.  He was going to be upset with me either way.  At least by not going I wouldn't be shooting off my mouth to offend.          ...

     I started my blog on New Year's 2012.   My goal was to create a new post for each day.   My goal was to keep them positive.   For the most part, I think they were.   It appears that I had been faithful about blogging each day for the first few months, and then it tapered off into at least 20 posts, but by summer it was less.   I had a great excuse though.   Jenna was home from school and I needed to spend time with her and not on the computer.         December came and I was once again going to post every day.   All of my posts would center around Christmas.   I didn't want to be so cold as to not acknowledge the shootings on the 14th at Sandy Hooks elementary in Newton Connecticut.   Innocent children . . .         I did not mention any other shootings . . . my blog had somehow turned into thoughts on dementia, assisted living, transport...