The holidays have come and gone. Both Thanksgiving and Christmas were wonderful days for my family.
Christmas found all four of my kids home and brought a new bundle of excited joy. We got a new puppy!
His name is Archie. He’s half Old English Sheepdog and half Blue Heeler (cattle dog). Archie is nine weeks old and a ball of raw energy!
Right now we’re working on house training and not biting. Both are slow going, but we’re trying very hard to treat him with patience and consistency. And, of course, treats as rewards for desired behaviors.
I have taught him to sit, which he does on command and we’re working on other basic commands.
Archie is such a cutie pie and a lot of fun. Harley, our cat, likes to taunt him so Archie will chase her. Gus, our 14-1/2 year old Springer Spaniel, just wants to be left alone. Archie doesn’t get that yet as all he wants to do is play.
I had forgotten how a new puppy is like having a new baby. Instead of early morning feedings it is early morning bathroom runs. I just keep reminding myself that this too shall pass.
A new addition to our family has brought a new light into our home. And that’s a good thing.
As I sit here sipping a large coffee and watching Good Morning America, thoughts of my maternal Granny’s kitchen popped into my head.
The memories are not just of the incredible southern food that came out of that small kitchen, but are also of her kitchen cabinets and their hardware.
The hardware on Granny’s cabinets was perfect for opening Coke bottles. There was one drawer in particular that everyone used to open their bottles.
Over the years and many Coke bottles later, the perfect indentation was created. Your bottle fit perfectly and opened smoothly.
If Granny cared about the cabinet drawer she never said a word. It was just a part of her homey kitchen.
The kitchen was the hub of her home. It’s where she seemed to constantly be standing at her stove cooking up something delicious while everyone was gathered around the kitchen table talking, laughing and catching up with one another.
It was a kitchen filled with love with the head of it one of the strongest, loving women I’ve ever known. Man, she had a big heart.
My Granny was quick with a joke, loved to stir the pot a bit and then sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. Most of all, though, she loved her kids and grandkids fiercely.
I wish I had a kitchen as full as Granny’s. What I wouldn’t give to be at her kitchen table just one more time and see her standing there. I miss her so much.
It’s funny how certain memories come to you at the most mundane times. I’m really happy this is a memory I’ll have for a lifetime.
Two of my good friends (Anita and Mary Beth) came to visit me last month. Instead of our usual go to lunch or get a pedicure, I suggested we go bowling. They agreed, so off to the bowling alley we went.
I can’t remember the last time I went bowling, but I did remember to bring socks and that I had to rent shoes. So did my friends.
After paying to bowl and ordering food, we found our assigned lane and put on our attractive bowling shoes. Then the search for just the right ball began.
Searching for a ball I could actually carry and fit my fingers in was a chore. Low pound balls were hard to come by, but my friend Anita found an 8 pound medium, which we decided to share, and Marybeth had no problems finding a ten pounder.
Once we had our balls, I entered our names into the automatic scorekeeper and we were ready to begin our bowling adventure.
We all three got off to a slow start with gutter balls, if I remember correctly. Despite the gutters we high-fived and gave fist bumps after every roll of the ball. And we cheered one another on.
Anita commented she had never been cheered on in a sport and how she really liked it. We all liked it. Three friends out for an afternoon of sporting fun, loving and supporting one another.
We barely paid attention to the scoreboard because we were too busy laughing and cheering. Suffice it to say, the professional bowlers have nothing to worry about with the three of us. We don’t care.
What we did care about was being together and doing something different. In case you’re wondering which of us won, Mary Beth and Anita said I did. But who’s keeping score.
A few days ago, I was speaking with a friend who was going through a rough time. She cried a bit as we talked then she asked me to make her laugh.
“I bought a new pair of running shoes,” I said to which she responded with lots of laughter. She knows my lack of love for exercise and I knew she would laugh at the thought of me running.
My new running shoes are due to my friend Stephanie who is on the move, quite literally (walking, running, swimming, yoga), and is encouraging others to do the same.
There was a time when I walked and ran every day around a gorgeous lake. Once we moved from the lake I stopped walking as the view wasn’t the same and if you miss one day you’re almost destined to miss two then three, etc. At least that’s how it went for me.
Since Stephanie started moving and posts her daily progress and inspiring quotes on Facebook, my feet have started itching to move too. Hence the new shoes.
As I write this I’m waiting on the shoe’s delivery, which is expected any day. When they do arrive, my plan is to start walking. My husband agreed to walk with me.
The shoes may sit in the box a few days while I get
my mindset right off my lazy butt. I know this about myself and own it. However, my intention is to start walking again and even running once I build up my strength.
I have Stephanie to thank for encouraging me to get out and move and new shoes for giving me something to make my friend laugh.
P.S. – My shoes arrived. They sat in the box after a “try-on” for two days. Stephanie came by Wednesday to take me walking. We walked a mile! Yay, me!!