Last week I published a post about David’s adventure through the bureaucracy required to get a 
Texas driver’s license in place of his Florida license. All the talk about driver’s licenses reminded me of several stories about the subject. (more…)
Today is David’s 64th birthday. It’s also the 12th anniversary of the day he gave me my engagement ring.
I met David in the fall of 1999 through a Yahoo personal ad. It’s a long story, and you can read the whole thing in my book if and when it gets published. For now, I’m including a short excerpt about dependability. (more…)
I’ve often said that getting old is not for sissies
. Neither is caregiving. Getting older and caring for the elderly are not laughing matters, but sometimes there are moments. In fact, seeing the humor is a great defense against the dark side. When I co-facilitated a caregiver support group several years ago, I collected a little senior humor from the Internet and sometimes opened meetings with a joke or two to lighten the mood and take our minds off the latest caregiving crisis. Here are a few of my favorites. (more…)
Woohoo! 10,000 Views!
I passed 10,000 views on my blog yesterday. I thought I was going to hit it a couple of weeks ago, but the traffic dropped off a bit. Waiting for those last 200 was like watching the clock on the wall of your last class on the last day of school. It was also a bit like watching your odometer as it approaches that 100,000 mark. I wanted to see it happen, but I looked away for a few minutes and missed it. There were no balloons or streamers or anything, but it was exciting anyway, so I thought I’d have my own little celebration by looking back on what’s happened in the last seven months. (more…)
Getting the proper documentation to operate a vehicle can be a delicate dance through the red tape. When we moved back to Texas from Florida last year, we debated about what to do about our driver’s licenses and vehicle registrations. We signed up with Good Sam’s after we got our RV and took several extended trips. Good Sam’s is a travel club that offers special services for frequent travelers including mail forwarding. They assign you a personal mailbox, and when you’re on the road, you have your mail forwarded to them. When you stop somewhere for a few days, you let them know where you are, and they send the mail on to you. Full time RVers use their mailbox as a permanent address. When we left Florida, our plan was to spend a lot of time on the road, so we left our registrations in Florida. (more…)
Leanne, a good friend of mine, recently started a blog called “Being Sam” based on Sam Gamgee in “The Lord of the Rings.” In her blog she explores what it means to be Sam, to walk alongside another, to be “swept up in another’s journey and struggle. The journey is not mainly [Sam’s], but he walks alongside Frodo faithfully and stubbornly.” That’s a perfect description of Leanne. She’s spent her life helping others, as a teacher, as a counselor, as a caregiver, and now in Blue Cord Ministries, a counseling ministry that serves those in the midst or aftermath of cancer. (more…)
Sometimes it’s hard to know when it’s time to stop spelling. On the other hand, sometimes it becomes quite obvious.
I was recently watching TV when a commercial came on for a tablet. I don’t remember which one it was, so the commercial must not have been very effective. What I remember is the situation. A small child was playing with the tablet, and his parents were watching. The dad was concerned that this might not be a good idea, and he and the mom were discussing it. As parents of small children do in sensitive situations, they were spelling some of the critical words, but the dad got tired of it. (more…)
According to most of what I’ve heard and read, most New Year’s resolutions don’t last more than a couple of weeks. We’re a little over six weeks into the new year, so I thought I’d check and see how I was doing. In case you missed it in my post called “Wishing You a Messy New Year,” here’s my resolution: (more…)
One of the things that attracted us to the 2+ acres we now call home was the abundance of trees. Out of curiosity, David once took an inventory and counted 85. Now we have two less. (more…)
The story of a lonely, innocent girl who gets tangled up in the sex trafficking trade in a small Texas town. It’s about her relationship with Eric, a slick suburban pimp; Jesse, a Christian tattoo artist and motorcycle rider; and Mrs. G, a compassionate but tough attorney and foster parent.
