Keeping up with Blogs

It has been an interesting process as I have blundered my way through learning to blog. I accepted the WordPress to write a blog a day for a month. Though I did that, it left no time to spend here as well. I also learned that I can share my posts between blogs by posting a link.

Here is the link to today's post: http://wp.me/p1UxcC-8T

I am such a hopeless organizer that I thought I had to have a plan for a blog. I envisioned a framework and following some kind of a script. In the process I discovered that my blog was not working for me that way. It works for writing a book, or cleaning a house, but when it comes to blogs, I simply have to go with my heart.

Well, more appropriately, it is not my heart, it is my fingers. When I sit down to write I a constantly surprised at what comes out. Tonight included.

One thing I love to do is take a series of photos every day. These can be something I saw on my way to work, or just different ways to look at the same thing. What takes the time is uploading it to my computer and then getting ready for the web. I find it is actually best to simply post one blog and let my followers  click on the link to check it out.

I am a photographer and taking photos is what I do. Usually my blogs are more of a photo essay, these photos are a random assortment from several dozen I took yesterday. Don't worry only a few are at the following link.

If you are interested you can follow the link: http://wp.me/p1UxcC-8T

I hope you had a great holiday and wonderful times with family. I am so blessed because that is exactly what I did yesterday.

Best Wishes to All,
Shez

What a Difference A Day Makes

This photo essay was a fun bit of photography in a four day time frame. During those four days our landscape changed from colorful autumn trees to barren trees. I think you will enjoy this post. You can check it out here.

                                             http://wp.me/p1UxcC-5z

I mentioned a few days ago, that I have been devoting my blogging time to my Totally Random Shez blog. I know I have been a little obsessed with autumn this year and have taken hundreds and hundreds of photos. The colors were amazing and the weather remained mild.

There are mostly photo essays posted at Totally Random Shez but also some things written from the heart. It started as a way to force me to find time to write daily. That ended up being from about 11:00pm until 12:30am or so. I am happy to say, I did keep up the pace for weeks at a time, but I let the housework pile up and learned to get by on little sleep.

It was a difficult time and to keep my balance it required me to create. So create I did. A new blog, many photos, essays, and DYI tile projects. Things with permanence when life is fragile. Things beautiful to me, when life was not beautiful. Silly things to make people laugh when it was hard to find something funny to laugh about.

Please click on the link and tell me what you think. There are about 35 or so posts there, some short, some long, some funny, some serious, some with lots of photos, some with only one.

Taking a Side Trip

I'm feeling bad. I kind of jilted this blog when I took up the "Write A Blog A Day Challenge " over at Word Press. Along the way I discovered I had set "guidelines" for what I would blog about. The eyeopener was that blogging about whatever popped into my head on a daily basis was easy. My stumbling block was my self imposed "guidelines."

So for a while here I will direct you to my other blog. I have been having fun. I call my blog
                                           
                                             Totally Random Shez 


Why Totally Random? It leaves the door open for anything, no borders, no confines, no guidelines.
Why Shez? It's my nickname. I've had since I was little. My baby sister was one and couldn't pronounce my name. When she tried to say "Shari" it came out "Shezzy." It stuck, was shortened to Shez, and I've always liked it. Kind of a quirky name that fits me.

                   You can visit there by going to   shezwrites.wordpress.com

So for now, I will be linking you to that post. I hope you like it and most of all I look forward to your comments. I will be posting the link to each post here.

Today's "words of wisdom" ( WISDOM? Yeah.Right. Sure.) include a slideshow of some wonderful classic cars. It can be viewed here:   wp.me/p1UxcC-4f

Wish I had thought about linking it from here. Better late than never hopefully applies here. Thanks for reading, well thanks if you do read it. But whether you do or not I am...

Wishing you a day filled with hope and love.
Shez

How Can the World Be Normal?

Today I will share the blog from the other blog I post to daily. I hope you will take a minute to visit and read this.

http://wp.me/p1UxcC-2v

Surviving the Last Days

Once again my mother has confounded science. I should never have suggested on my last post that she was dying. Two weeks later she is still having mostly good days and she has survived longer and in better shape than most.

Last night I took my 11 year old grandson to visit her. When she saw him her eyes grew bright and she sat forward to say, "Hi, Hayden!" What is remarkable about that is she has become so weak, she only whispers.

Grandson was so sweet. He chatted away with all of mom's housemates and patiently answered the question of how old he is and what grade is in several times, to the same person. He promised them all he would come back soon. He gave his great-grandmother the longest and warmest hug a person could imagine. She held him as tenderly as if he were a new baby and she laid her cheek on his head and drew strength from his love.

Back in the car he said he wants to go see her again next week, do I think she will still be here? He was also very impressed with her extremely bright yellow skin, which is darker and brighter than the last time he visited.  At home he told his grandfather she looks very, very sick.

Many of the adult children and grandchildren in her life find it so hard to visit someone so ill. My own husband who loves her dearly and would do anything he could for her, is distressed by every visit and has cut back to short weekly visits it is so hard on him. So why does a sweet eleven year old like to go visit very old people who are medically fragile?

He goes because, "It makes them so happy."

Too bad the people of the world do not have such compassion for each other.

Dying...Last Days

My mom is dying, still she greets me with a hug and a smile. I smile back hoping she is reassured all is well, when it is not. It had been a grueling year for my husband and I. The responsibility for her care and moving her and her belongings three times as her needs grew and her space shrank. Hoping the decisions were the ones she would have made. Praying she is happy. We have spent so many hours together, me interpreting her words when the stroke had robbed her of speech. Laughing with her as she relearned to make words but not actually sentences. Playing 20 questions until I understood. Being with her for endless hours in waiting rooms, hospice when there was no hope, hospitals, therapy, nursing homes, making choices that affected her well being. Cheering as she thrived and grew stronger, signing her papers, arguing for her causes, praying I was doing the right things. She made jokes, had a twinkle in her eye, never lost her sparkle and things got better. Then a bad fall and we were starting all over again. Watching her suffer while her broken bones were healing after she demanded more of her body than it could deliver. I have learned how to transport her and a wheelchair everywhere. She turned bright yellow. More tests and the call from her doctor, she has pancreatic cancer and nothing can be done, she will be gone in two to three weeks. Today is day 44. We have lived, loved, laughed. We have taken a surprise birthday party to my brother, gone to lunch with her friends and been thankful for 43 great days. Today is the first day she has become sick. From here on out the disease is brutal. Any hurt or hate I felt often throughout my life have all vanished during the hours I have watched her overcome the impossible. I have a new appreciation for this woman who pushed me hard and was never satisfied. She wanted for me what she thought I could achieve but felt she never had. We have always loved each other but we are finally at peace with each other.  She held me so tight and long before I left tonight. I promised her my famous homemade cinnamon rolls on Friday; they are a forbidden treat, but at this point it will not make a difference in the outcome, if she can savor the flavor, we will both be happy. Lord, this will be a hard week for both of us, please keep me strong. Right now she needs my love, hugs, smiles and strength. She does not need to know my heart is breaking...

Paul Zerdin, ventriloquist without a dummy

This is a hoot. Not only funny it's kid friendly Paul Zerdin, ventriloquist without a dummy