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Year Four, Day 28: Peripatetic, Oikophobia, or Wanderlust...But Not Mr. T!

"per·i·pa·tet·ic" ADJECTIVE traveling from place to place, in particular working or based in various places for relatively short periods. "the peripatetic nature of military life" synonyms: nomadic · itinerant · traveling · wandering · roving · roaming · http://www.dictionary.com/browse/peripatetic

"...Oikophobia...is an aversion to home surroundings. It can also be used more generally to mean an abnormalfear(aphobia) of the home, or of the contents of a house ("fear of household appliances, equipment, bathtubs, household chemicals, and other common objects in the home")...The term derives from the Greek wordsoikos, meaninghousehold,house, orfamily, andphobia, meaning "fear".
In 1808 the poet and essayist Robert Southeyused the word to describe a desire (particularly by the English) to leave home and travel."https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oikophobia "

Year Four, Day 27: Complacency, Beware!*

Already a much better day then yesterday. And it is not yet even 10:00 a.m.

My sleep was not much better though. I woke up with a start at 2;59 a.m. and had much trouble getting back to sleep.  So I caught up with the news.  Played a few games of Words with Friends.  Checked in on Facebook.  I ended up amusing myself for over an hour with the Police Lip Sync battles, some of which were hilarious and some of which were quite inspiring!  In particular, the K9 cop who sang "I Can Only Imagine!".  https://www.facebook.com/K9s4Cops/videos/2118383794841668/

What really started my day on a good note, besides seeing Baby Gracie's happy face, was that my daughter, her husband's niece, Honey Dawg, Baby Gracie and I went to the park early this morning.  I went first and did my morning hoop workout. The girls joined me shortly afterwards. I walked Baby Gracie in her stroller while the big girls ran with Honey Dawg. 

Running is still on my list of short term goals.  But the early…

Year Four, Day 26: One of My "Crazy, Sensitive Days"

Well this is embarrassing.

My daughter and I just had a hilarious conversation that ended with us laughing until the tears came.

Apparently, every so often, I have what my daughter calls one of my "crazy sensitive days". She suggested I blog about it.

So, in an effort to be completely real and transparent. Here I am. Blogging about it.

She said she has known me for 28 years and she has seen it many, many times before. And I never seem to remember them.  Or I try to rationalize it.

I guess today was one of those days.

It started out to be a lovely day. Wednesday is my long day babysitting Baby Grace.  My daughter left home about 8:30 a.m. She had two back to back meetings and then returned home at 1:30 p.m.

She left me with bottles, organic baby food and finger food.  I got out the notebook we used last week. I find I work best if I have a schedule.  Last Wednesday, I wrote down the time of each activity.  For instance:
8:30 a.m. Change diaper
8:40 a.m. Floor activities.
8:55…

Year Four, Day 25: Zita, the Potato Bug

On breaking news this morning, all 12 boys from the Thai soccer team and their coach have been rescued from the cave!  My soul is singing!

I was pondering the subject of my blog today, as I perused the internet, reading the incredible story of their rescue. I was moved to tears by the heroic efforts of the Thai Navy Seals. One of whom lost his life in attempt to rescue these boys.

And then the hair on my arms stood up as I read the following from Steven Charleston, "a Native American elder, author, and retired Episcopal bishop of Alaska."


"Like all of you I am grateful for the safety of the children in the Thailand cave. I have watched their progress with white-knuckled hope. This long ordeal has made me think deeply about the meaning of rescue. To be lost in darkness, to be isolated, to be found: it seems the classic model of being brought back to life. But the one element made even more clear to me is the willingness to take the risk of rescue. Coming out of the cave t…

Year Four, Day 24: My DidgeriDONOT!

Today was my first official day of no work in my new home.  No work outside of the home, I should add. 

I did take care of Baby Gracie, clean, make a scrumptious chicken dish in my crockpot, hoop, and walk Honey Dawg with my daughter, Baby Gracie and her cousin.

At first I felt a little restless. I felt like something was missing.  Something was missing. Many bus commutes!  I have so many bus schedules and routes in my head, it's a wonder I can keep track of them all and even make it to work on time!

Taking care of the baby and housework is a different kind of work. Watching Baby Gracie, takes mental concentration. I have to be full present, lest she catapult herself from my lap or put some foreign object in her mouth.  Plus, I am diligent about being attentive to her needs. Diaper change, feeding, distraction when she misses her mom, activities when she gets bored.  We have agreed on letting her watch only one episode of "Baby Einstein" a day.

It is Mommy's gold min…

Year Four, Day 23: Freeing Myself

Tuesday was my son's birthday.  He is now 26 years old.  He celebrated with his girlfriend. I plan on taking him to dinner this weekend. After payday.

26.

Life sure does fly by. Doesn't it?
My son was like Bam-Bam from the Flintstones when he was young.  You know, banging on things.  Cute little blonde haired, blued eyed boy.  Bam, bam! Bam bam bam!
His sister, my oldest child was like Pebbles. Even down to the little ponytail on top of her head. Cooing and sweet.
And I, with my Fred Flintstone feet.
We really are the Flintstones!
I spent many hours in hospital rooms with my son.  Tonsilectomy. Adenoidectomy.  Stitches in his foot when he jumped on a piece of broken glass in the basement.  Not his fault. One of our cats knocked it off the shelf.  There was much blood. And seven stitches.  Then there was the time he stabbed his foot with a homemade spear at the beach. He and his friends were trying to spear a crab. My son speared his foot.
Then there was the time he and his fri…

Year Four, Day 22: As the Dust Settles

Hello Again:

How time flies! I have been most busy with my move. But the dust is finally settling. And so am I!

This move was perfectly timed.  Summer is notoriously slow for piano teaching. I need some serious space in  my life.  Time to enjoy each moment with my family, especially my grandbaby, who seems to grow in leaps and bounds!

Time to continue purging what is no longer needed in my life. I still have a storage facility full of books, music, photos, journals and momentos from my 57 years on this planet.

I plan on going through each item until I no longer need room for storage.

I am enjoying the new place.  I've discovered that the park across the street from our apartment complex is quiet in the early mornings.

I do believe I am finally becoming a morning person!

I have been starting each day with a walk and some time with my hoop. I am slowly increasing my hoop time, now that I have more time in my day, and space to hoop in!

I am still working on  my eating habits, and pon…

Year Four, Day 21: A Stellar Doctor's Visit, A Sleep Study Ordered, and Being Vigilant

I had a most extraordinary doctor appointment yesterday.  My hope is revived!  I saw an FNP  (Pulmonary Nurse Practioner) at the Oregon Pulmonary Critical Care and Sleep Medicine.

My FNP was extremely thorough.  She spent a long time with me talking about my condition. I had an appointment to discuss sleep apnea, but a short while into our consultation, she said we needed to address my asthma. Interestingly enough, the clinic specializes in lung conditions and sleep apnea.  Both of which I seem to have!

She told me my asthma was not well controlled. She was not pleased that I had been given so my Prednisone at my PCP.  She was also surprised that I had not been tested for, or officially diagnosed with asthma. 

She asked me about allergies. I told her I seemed to have allergy symptoms year round, especially in the spring.  She asked me if I had been tested. I had not.

So she promptly wrote me an order to have blood drawn downstairs which they would test for allergies!  I couldn't b…

Year Four, Day 20: Cyborgs, the Zombie Apocolypse and Fred Flinstone Feet

This has been a glorious day! Bright and clear, with a gentle breeze. Not too hot!  High of 76 degrees.  I wouldn't mind the whole summer staying like this.

Weather wise, that is.  It was a strange day, people wise. 

I was up bright and early. Had a nice hooping session. Then I hopped on the bus and delivered a large bag of clothing and shoes to a drop off station near the mall. My move is nearly completed! One more haul with my nephew on Friday. 

To celebrate, I took myself out for a nice healthy breakfast, grabbed an iced tea at the corner Starbucks and then got on the bus headed  to outer southeast where I had four piano students.  It was getting late. I didn't want to be late my first day, so I pulled up my Lyft app and ordered a ride. He was there in 1 minute!

As much as I resist technology, I was most thrilled to be getting there early. And my driver was most engaging.  I told him I was on my way to teach piano. He told me he studied as a kid. But gave it up after a fe…

Year Four, Day 19: Fear of Scarcity

I know that moving in with my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter is the right decision.  First of all, look at that face!


I spent the afternoon babysitting Baby Gracie while her mom and dad played in a soft ball game.  Now that she is in a bigger space, she has started to explore and use her gross motor skills. At her last doctor's appointment, the doctor exclaimed that she was quite advance cognitively and with her fine motor skills. When the doctor gave a her a book to hold, she became very serious, turning the pages and examining it. The doctor was most impressed!  I was secretly quite proud since i have spent a lot of time reading books to her from her first day home from day one!
But the doctor says she is a bit delayed with her gross motor skills. She was not yet crawling or pulling herself up to standing. 
But she made up for it today!  In one afternoon she began pushing herself up on her arms and spinning in circles as she scooted.  Then she would reach her chubby lit…

Year Four, Day 18: My New Path

Greetings!

I have missed talking to you so much!

I have been deep in purging, packing, donating, storing and moving.

Not feeling particularly chatty. And didn't want to burden you the boring details!

But now that the end is sight, I am emerging.  I am feeling lighter. I feel like shedding a lot of items that no longer serve me has liberated me!

I have kept a storage unit. In it I have my most prized books, sheet music, pictures and momentos of my kids and journals.  I am only bringing the items necessary to daily living to my new place.  My piano was one of the first items I moved. My nephew, who is strong like a super hero, help me move it.  I was helping him at first, wheezing, and having to stop every few feet. My asthma has kicked up again.

Obviously stress induced!

My nephew took one look at my pale, wheezy face and said, "I can get it from here". And just like He-Man, he lifted it up singlehandedly and slid it onto the truck bed.

I was super impressed!

It is a digi…