I can’t write now, but how are you copy/pasting with an iPhone from app?
Really nice!
Last for this evening but not least. Bee sings "Little drummer boy"
I am so sorry for your loss. We are here if you need to talk or anything else.Hi, Roomies.
I just wanted to update you on my situation, so you'll know why I may not be around much for a while.
My 95-year old father fell and broke his shoulder 2 weeks ago. He was in the hospital for rehab but had gotten so weak that he aspirated (this means accidentally inhaled) some food and developed pneumonia. My sister who has taken care of him for the past 15 years let me know late last week that he had taken a turn for the worse and was not expected to survive the weekend. i made a flying visit down to Fort Lauderdale Florida where she and he live. Happily, I was able to see him several times over the weekend and make my peace with him. I got home late yesterday evening and he passed away this afternoon.
Although i am sad, it's just an appropriate recognition of his passing, NOT anguished grief over someone who died too soon or who died wrongly. He was a WW ii veteran (in the navy) who saw action in North Africa and Sicily. He was married for 49 years to the love of his life, and was lost without her when she died 18 years before him. He had a large family, a long career that he loved, many hobbies and friends. His was a life well lived.
He developed dementia over the past 15 years of his life, and the dementia gradually destroyed his mind and took away any quality of life. We really "lost" the man we always knew several years ago because of what the dementia did to him. What was left was really just a shell of what he had once been.
His passing was actually a blessing: it was Time.
Sometimes Death is a friend, and this time it certainly was.
I am now navigating unexpected family conflicts following his death, and I seem to end up being the one in the middle. [[ SIGH ]]
But I am fine. My hubby is amazing and this will all get dealt with.
I may lurk on the forum from time to time, but my focus is elsewhere for now, as it should be.
i consider you all friends, even though we've never met face to face.
I love the CDR and I love the forum, but my presence is needed elsewhere right now.
Love to all,
Mooz (Beatrice)
Aw geez, I'm so sorry. We love you.
That is a lovely continuation of the story. I love it Sabine.@CarolM
I want to continue your Christmas miracle story:
It was two weeks before Christmas and the kids are getting so excited about Christmas. I love Joe, Torento, Clunker, Jacques, Sully, Ma, Mo, Kristoff, Rue, Kang, Clark, Harry, Blue, Whity, Pickles, Tidgy, Oli Bold, Julio and Misty ( I am sorry if I have forgotten anyones name - it IS Monday morning and please insert your babies name into the story) so so much and I cannot disappoint them this Christmas. I have no job anymore and have been pretending to go to work everyday so that the kids don't know. But with no job and no money Christmas is going to be so disappointing this year. I need a Christmas miracle.......
So I went downtown to view some store windows. Maybe one of these stores need a helping hand before Christmas and would pay me. I was really in despair. I would do mostly every job to earn a little bit money.
There were a lot of people in the streets. Busy people searching for the last Christmas gifts they want to buy. People with heavy bags in their hands. My own hands were empty. So empty like my purse. I was praying to see a sign in one of these store windows saying : "Help needed. Enter when you are interested", but none...
My mood is getting sadder and sadder. At the end of the street right on the edge I recognize a very small window store and something in the window fascinates me. I don`t know what it is. I am getting nearer. It was a very small store. The sign on the window tells me that it was a shop for antiquities.
It was very dark in the store but I can see an old man standing behind an old wooden counter. I was scared because the old man looks directly in my eyes. I can`t avoid his look. It seems to me that for several minutes we were looking each other in the eyes but in real it was only a few seconds.
Suddenly I turn my face and want to go away as I hear a little bell jingle. It was the bell on the entry door of the store. A hoarse voice ask: "Are you searching for work ? I could need a helping hand in the store. Are you interested ?"
I turn my face and can`t believe the words I have heard. I was astonished. How could the old man know that I was searching for employment ? I was looking in two watery blue friendly eyes of the old man and feel that my Christmas miracle has just begun.
"Yes, I am interested." I hear my own voice without thinking about what I was saying.
"Okay, come in. I`ll show you what to do. It is easy to do but I am old and some things are too heavy for me."
The old man opens the entry door of his store and the bell jingles again. I was following him. It was a little bit dark inside the small room. I can see a lot of shelves. The whoole store was full with shelves and every shelve helds totally different things: Wooden boxes, old lamps, figures in all sizes, a lot of old dolls, porcelain, silver cutlery, tea pots, old tin toys..... and so much more I can`t describe. The lot of things were overwhelming me.
"Here, take that duster and clean my beauties, but be very careful. Every piece in here has his own personality and story. Please don`t break a thing, they are very precious."
[emoji23] [emoji23]Bold was outnumbered, 2 to 1. That didn't stop the tiny turtle from demonstrating his climbing proficiency. Nor did it stop him from expressing his displeasure at having been picked up and thwarted from escaping.
Those pictures were taken AFTER Bold left a big little pile of Mini Mud mud in my hand... and BEFORE Bold moisturized his dad's hand. At least Bold didn't tag the shirt. That seems to be the box turtle's job.
GorgeousG’day all
Just a quick pix of the Carved Family who have taken over our fireplace mantel.
Various stages of being finished.
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Mine want Hibiscus flowers!Okay, everybody... What does your turtle or tortoise want for Christmas? (Or whatever holiday they celebrate.)
Bold is asking me to tell him the story of Santa Turtle. He wants fame, fans, and his own thread on the TFO.
Linda was supposed to but I think her commitments took over. But I see that Sabine has added a beautiful addition to the story.Ok, someone correct me if I'm wrong - we're waiting for Linda to add a paragraph to our Christmas story, right?
Oh no. Yip I have the same problem sometimes.The video doesn’t work for me.
There’s a few like that but I see Sabine’s.
Not sure why.
Sounds nice. I have never eaten roasted chestnuts.Ok....after some not-so-friendly “interaction” with a Home Depot salesman, we have our new microwave in the house, on a counter, and it works.
I think I’ll wait on the removal of the old one...we had enough commotion just getting it, don’t need more with the install.
On the way back from HD, stopped at our local international market for a bag of chestnuts. The plan is to get a nice big fire going in the back yard and roast some chestnuts.
Sabine added a part. Bee you can nominate someone else and then When Linda is less snowed under (hopefully not when summer comes [emoji6] ) then Linda can let us know and then be nominated.Oh gracious, are you? I have missed this completely. I am snowed under with paperwork at the moment and probably won't get to ot before Wednesday
Sigh. That was beautiful.
and another Christmas song I personally like very much...... Enjoy.
That song is one of my favorites.
Last for this evening but not least. Bee sings "Little drummer boy"
Hi, Roomies.
I just wanted to update you on my situation, so you'll know why I may not be around much for a while.
My 95-year old father fell and broke his shoulder 2 weeks ago. He was in the hospital for rehab but had gotten so weak that he aspirated (this means accidentally inhaled) some food and developed pneumonia. My sister who has taken care of him for the past 15 years let me know late last week that he had taken a turn for the worse and was not expected to survive the weekend. i made a flying visit down to Fort Lauderdale Florida where she and he live. Happily, I was able to see him several times over the weekend and make my peace with him. I got home late yesterday evening and he passed away this afternoon.
Although i am sad, it's just an appropriate recognition of his passing, NOT anguished grief over someone who died too soon or who died wrongly. He was a WW ii veteran (in the navy) who saw action in North Africa and Sicily. He was married for 49 years to the love of his life, and was lost without her when she died 18 years before him. He had a large family, a long career that he loved, many hobbies and friends. His was a life well lived.
He developed dementia over the past 15 years of his life, and the dementia gradually destroyed his mind and took away any quality of life. We really "lost" the man we always knew several years ago because of what the dementia did to him. What was left was really just a shell of what he had once been.
His passing was actually a blessing: it was Time.
Sometimes Death is a friend, and this time it certainly was.
I am now navigating unexpected family conflicts following his death, and I seem to end up being the one in the middle. [[ SIGH ]]
But I am fine. My hubby is amazing and this will all get dealt with.
I may lurk on the forum from time to time, but my focus is elsewhere for now, as it should be.
i consider you all friends, even though we've never met face to face.
I love the CDR and I love the forum, but my presence is needed elsewhere right now.
Love to all,
Mooz (Beatrice)
Yayy. The story is taking up a life of it's own. Love it. Who knew we had such talented and budding writers in the CDR.I began to carefully sweep away layers of dust... as I did, I got this feeling... almost like I was sweeping away all my troubles. My heart felt lighter than it had in some time. One particular object was so dirty that I couldn’t make out what it was right off the bat. As the grime started to fly away, I realized it was a snow globe. It was beautifully anchored on a bronze base with delicate floral tooling etched all the way around. Something pulled at my heart. I picked it up, mesmerized it seemed, and tilted it down and up again. As I watched the snow fall, it seemed a strange glow began. There was a tiny ramshackle looking shed in the globe. It looked as if it was growing larger... or maybe closer before my very eyes....
I now pass this story on to Kathy... @Momof4