Whooshing, Gurgling, Sighing and Mush

Thursday, May 30, 2013
It’s late for me, 7:06
Migraines are a killer.

It is absolutely gorgeous out this morning.  Makes me want to take my mug, of tea that is, to the beach. Maybe I can talk Ross into doing that.

It’s supposed to be 90 degrees today.  Something we have been waiting a long winter/no-spring for.

My Morning After Migraine Mug

I have much on my mind today.  My instincts are confused.  The scenarios I play out in my head lead me in two different directions.  Are trust, faith, and hope really all I can do?
It’s an important day, one of a first of many steps.  

Ross and Rico just left for their first walk of the day. By the time they get back, I am going to be dressed and ready go for tea on a bench somewhere by the water.  I have no doubt that is the right instinct.

Later.

An uncontrollable sigh of ahhhh gurgled up from way down in my belly and escaped out of my mouth the moment I sat down on that bench in the warm sun.  With the accompaniment of lapping water sounds and the loud noise of chirping bird chatter surrounding us,  I could feel all of the muscles in my body beginning to turn to mush.

 

 It's so cool that we can still discover new places on this island that we have lived near for over ten years.

 As it turned out the first step wasn't exactly the one that was expected but it was one, nonetheless.
An uncontrollable whew whooshed out of my lungs and  rushed out in a sigh of relief.

Crack Weeds and Migraines

Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Ross and Rico are awake but still in bed.
It’s 6:13.

The clouds are breaking up.  I think it’s going to be a pretty great day, weather wise that is.

It’s supposed to be almost beach weather warm today.

I always am full of ambition this time of the day.   Thinking about getting some flowers to plant, pulling some weeds, and doing a little selling on eBay.  Actually, I’m already losing steam and interest about the weed pulling idea.   A phone call to Mikey D, our yard guy would require less energy and he is a lot better at pulling weeds than I am, him being the expert and all.   When he pulls weeds he actually puts them in a bucket, I kind of let them lay where they may.

I hate crack weeds!

Maybe I should just plant flowers in between, looks like a good growing spot.

Yeah, I think I’ll have Ross give Mikey D a call today.  Got to get rid of a dying dead holly bush before the DAP (Diligent (you’d think they actually got paid) Association Police) spot it.  

Poor Holly

Wonder what he wants.  

Yeah I thought that was it.

Okay my tea mug is empty and I must say my tea was perfectly perfect this morning.  Hope the rest of the day goes as well.

Be back later.

I did manage to get some eBay auctions written and put up for sale.  

Just to get out of the house for a bit we did this...

  

 

 

It is quite extraordinary to be the only two people on a beach for five miles in either direction.

That's what I am thinking about as I lay here nursing a migraine, waves coming in and out, in and out...

His Stories Should Always Have Happy Endings

Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Ross and Rico are out for their daily walk.  It’s 7:39.

It’s gray and overcast this morning.  

Again a  little warmer than the day before.  We’re getting there, to summer I mean.  I don’t think we are going to have a spring.

 It’s supposed to rain today.  Well, a  60% chance according to the Rain Alert I received from the Weather Channel yesterday.   Yes, I signed up for rain alerts.  The WC is considerate enough to send these alerts to me a day in advance, in case, you know, I have something outdoorsy planned for the next day.

I love the warning at the bottom of the alert about venturing out in your car.

I am sitting here in bed with my laptop.  There’s quite a racket going on outside my bedroom window.  Three guys cutting our little one by one patch of green.   Such powerful blades to mow down a few blades.

I am trying to decide what my day is going to be like today. 

 It’s been exactly three weeks today since I had my gallbladder removed.  I’m kind of upset because I have been having episodes of pain ever since I had my surgery.  I am going to assume that this is just the normal process of healing.  Actually, I am hoping that I don’t ever have to see another doctor ever again.  So, I am putting off calling.  

Time to get up out of bed and start my day.  Be back later. 

Well,  “The WC” was right, it rained all day, so I never left the house.  

One of the things I look forward to is my daily phone call from Jimmy.  He always has a story or two to tell me.  Sometimes these stories are about his antics from when he was a teenager or in his early 20’s.  He was a soldier for four years and there are stories from that time in his life.  I have to say that for some of these tales, I am quite happy that he waited until now to tell me about them.   

Today, he started off by asking me which I wanted to hear first, the Bambi story, the story of the fox in the chicken coop, (or maybe it wasn’t a fox but a coyote, he wasn’t really quite sure), the red white and blue fireworks,  or the party he crashed, the one with the famous rapper, five hundred people and a police raid.  

My immediate response was, “Do they all have happy endings?”

I’m his mother.  He is having a rough time right now.  I will always listen.  And I always want his stories to have happy endings.  

I am trying to convince him to be a guest writer on my blog.   Whether he believes it or not, he has a lot to say.

The Quietness of Life

Monday, May 27 2013
Memorial Day

It’s 7:33.  The boys are still sleeping.

It’s going to be another gorgeous day.  

 Still a little on the chilly side yet, but no wind today.  A beauty for sure.

Even though it’s a holiday I’m going to do my Monday thing.  Monday is the only day that I actually have a routine.  I don’t like routines.  But, every Monday I change the bedding and water the plants.  It’s the easiest way to keep track of the last time I did those tasks. Yep, that’s my Monday thing.  Pretty boring even for a routine. 

I’m pretty sure that Ross doesn’t know about this routine, right Ross?    I don’t make a big deal of it, but I am kind of obsessive about it.   

I don’t know what we will do today for the rest of the day.  Stay tuned. 

Beds changed plants watered.  Time for Lunch.

Beautiful day means lunch on the water at the Shrimp Box

This is what is making me smile.

   About 6 months after Joe passed away, my counselor recommended an organization to me called “The Compassionate Friends”.

The following statement was taken from their website:

"The mission of The Compassionate Friends: When a child dies, at any age, the family suffers intense pain and may feel hopeless and isolated. The Compassionate Friends provides highly personal comfort, hope, and support to every family experiencing the death of a son or a daughter, a brother or a sister, or a grandchild, and helps others better assist the grieving family.”

 In Winding River Park in Toms River New Jersey, a lovely Children’s Memorial Garden was created to commemorate children, taken too soon from this world.  This was organized by the Ocean County chapter of The Compassionate Friends. 

That’s where we went after lunch. It is one of the most tranquil and special places I know.  The pathways throughout the garden are paved with bricks which are engraved with the names of children who have passed away.  We ordered our brick in memory of Joe last November.  We have been waiting anxiously for his to be set in one of the pathways.  On our visit today we were happy to see that Joe's brick has been installed.  

As soon as I enter this garden I am filled with a sense of peace.   Just like my Joe, this sanctuary is filled with the quietness of life.

Domani’s father and his great-grandfather rest near each other.  Anne took Domani to visit my father’s grave today.  She sent me this picture.  

And that’s how we spent Memorial Day 2013.

Don Inverno Is On The Run

Sunday, May 26,  2012
The day before Memorial Day

I am a restless, never sleep through the night, person.
This may have something to do with the two men with whom I share my sleeping space.
In order to protect their individual identity, I’ll just say that one of them is a thrasher-puncher-grabber-yeller in his sleep, the other is a 12 pound furry ball of white who thinks it is his job to keep me warm by laying on top of me and/or to also protect me from the thrasher-puncher-grabber-yeller.
Typically, my biological alarm clock goes off at 5:00 a.m., which it did this morning.
I let the one guy out to water the lawn.  The other one is still sleeping.

It is brilliantly blue and sunny. 

But it is cold.

 Good thing I have a mug of hot tea, my furry white blanket and a roaring fire to keep me warm.  Obviously Mr. Winter, AKA the Godfather of all Seasons, has decided to put a hit out on Spring and is holding Summer hostage.

Off to have breakfast Al Fresco, at the Sandbox Cafe.  Bringing my camera.

Bundled up for Breakfast at the Beach in May?

mmmm 

Next we are going to check out our beach.

The Walkway Under Construction

It’s not quite ready yet.  Post Sandy repairs are still underway.

The beach is gorgeous today!

DOG PLAY

Good Boy!

Him Taking A Picture Of Me Taking A Picture of Him

My Artistic Attempt

 Don Inverno is on the run - Ninety degrees by Thursday!