I do own the cane, hypothetically

The right foot needs to be in this boot another 4 weeks. This last week has of course not been great, "foot wise". This blog probably may have lost whatever it had, but then since I might print it all up one day soon I might as well keep putting some thoughts down for a while. The blog was originally named "Random Specific Thoughts". I guess the idea is that a specific thought may have a lot of thoughts to go with it and then those thoughts connected from day to day may appear "random". The thoughts about canes, and feet and being less mobile are pretty specific. Then again compared to what else I have posted they may be somewhat random. Well into the 2nd season of "Lost". DVD's are great. 3rd rock got us hooked. So did that other great series that I can't remember the name of right now.

Let it be that you own the cane and that it doesn't own you.........I do own the cane, hypothetically, and the hat too.

The cane was once owned by my Dad. Figured I'd post his hat too since I was bringing up his cane, actually "my cane"?....................................... Yesterday was his birthday. I suppose I will mention that as another significant event. Dad's birthday, if he were with us. Stock Market's worst performance in my lifetime. (Dad would not have lost much, if anything, a valuable lesson from him). New crooks on every newscast. Taking note of the news and trying to stay positive I might mention some positive input from news watcher Mike. Course you have to be in the business of selling ground beef to be able to fully understand the significance of this comment.

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"Good to know people are still eating Ground Beef and not all waiting

in line for Bread Rations and Roasting the Family Dog for Warmth yet."

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Lot's of help with my foot. Sister called. Probably miss Church this weekend keeping foot up. Suppose it is ok to say that, the church thing not the dog thing, on a blog? A good weekend to just keep it elevated. Great cookie I just finished. Think I grab another, or two.............................(might blog tomorrow, might not)

Cane, Sparky and whatever

Cane's may not seem like important blog subjects and certainly not something that Old Sparky would expect his owner to have but then my cane is indeed the subject of the day. Don't have a "Sparky" by the way, and if I did I wouldn't name him "Sparky". Having twisted my ankle today I thought about getting some crutches. I remember quite a few years ago I was training for one of my first marathons and I fell and sprained my ankle. ( did that today while doing some cleaning at the church). I remember it was pretty painful. Today too. I heard a "pop" today. I remembered that before I just figured I would keep walking and I actually was out running again in a few days and I actually didn't miss a beat and was ok for the marathon a few weeks later. Today I had to decide about what to do so I decided to try to stay on my feet. I suppose I will use a cane some, but I suppose I will try to walk and stay active on my ankle, foot ect. My grandfather had a cane. The cane I am using today was my Dad's. The one my Grandfather used was wood and was painted white with a red tip. That was to help folks know he was blind. I remember it was my Dad that bought it for him and painted it for him. I remember my Grandfather using the cane. Then too I remember the last time I saw my Dad he was walking to the bus to go back to Pocatello and he was walking with the "cane". I guess the point is that what is important and perhaps the most important thing depends on the situation. Maybe the cane is important today...................................

Even More

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On Valentine Day one thinks on the "other one". Looking back it has been a long time. I remember in school each Valentine Day, at least in grade school, everyone brought a Valentine for each person in the class. The fear of not getting one from someone you thought was "a neat person", (girl) was real. Then having got a Valentine from someone who perhaps you secretly liked created thoughts that were "not real". Looking back it seems to me that the sooner one finds the person they like the better. It is so much easier to know who you want to be with and who is most important to you. I have always liked pictures of two very young kids together as if they had found each other. Then too, I recall the first time I saw a picture of the person I like "the most" as a very young girl. It was as if I had found her all over again and loved her even more...................................................

Twins, 89 today, different but connected

A lot of colors and designs make up this blanket. It was put together from pieces of material and from various things that were in a “special cedar chest” that my Mother had. Often as I grew up I would go through the cedar chest to see what secret treasure it contained. I think most of the fabric pieces had been in the chest from before I was born and some had come from my Grandmother. I am not sure what was ever intended for the fabric but they came together in this quilt with some help from my Sister in Law, Ann.

I knew the Cedar Chest needed to go to my Sister but when my Dad asked me on one of several occasions what I would like from the house I asked for the fabric scraps from inside the chest.

I recall a picture of myself as a young boy in a “silk” shirt? Too bad I didn’t get that cut up and put into the blanket too.

The value of the blanket now that it is put together is very high compared to the bag of various fabrics that I took, at least it is too me.

Today my Mom would be 89. Her twin Sister, Leta is 89 today. Twins have a connection that is very important. I know that because my Mother told me so many times. They needed each other and were often at peace when they were together in a way that was not accomplished any other way.

Mom’s Twin was stronger. Mom lost a year of school when she was young to being sick and her Sister waited for her. She spent much of her life wishing that her Dad had not thought of her as "the weak one". Of course I know her better than I do my Aunt but it does seem that she was the more emotional one and as her oldest I often had occasion to hear her express her feelings about wanting to have more of her own identity. She pushed her self on the Piano and in part did it because it was "her".

My mother taught me a lot of things.

She taught me to “fight”, once pushing me to defend myself. On that one occasion I did defend myself and lost, but really I won, and mostly lost the fear of a tough fight.

She taught me that a lot of feelings could be behind how one perceives things.

She taught me a lot about unconditional love but then that what motherhood is………..

A few weeks ago I had occasion to see Leta. She is indeed the “strong one”. My earliest recollections include memories of my Aunt Leta. I remember walking up to her and tugging on her dress when I was less than 4 years old and being embarrassed that it was not my Mom. I knew who my Mom was.

They were different, but connected……………………..

Saturday

Looking forward to some warmer weather. Opportunities to run in the sun and feel the heat. Summer is coming and we have even had some days that seem like it is close.