Time For A Change

Greetings, dear friends. If you've found your way to this blog, you'll see it has not been updated in quite some time. I've continued the journey at : http://cie-change.com/ Come visit for writing on life, yoga and etc. And hope, yes, it's about hope. Cathy

Sail On

Another Father's Day is almost here, another birthday. It has been almost four years now since Lou died, six really, he never was the same after that diagnosis. So much has happened in these years and so little, too. Two steps forward, one step back, trial and error. Every day. To find your place again, after something like this, is so very hard. I'm often disheartened by my lack of progress. And I still don't know how to program this blog so I can indent or even have spaces between the lines! OK OK, enough with the self pity you say. Yes, I agree. Here goes then, a final list of lessons. What I know for sure after four years: l. Starting over is very hard to do. Especially if you liked the life you had and wish you had it back. 2. You may not get over it but you can eventually accept it. 3. Learn to be alone. To like yourself. You're stuck with you. There's always self improvement. 4. Try something new. Just don't bite off more than you can chew. A year's worth of Bikram yoga might not be such a hot idea. Actually, that would be too hot. 5. Move forward. Or just move. 6. Get a pet, preferably one that cuddles. 7. Clean the closets. And under the sink. And your make up bag. 8. Drink lots of coffee. every. single. morning. 9. Drink lots of champagne. Whenever you can. 10. You will make it, you will. I'm sailing on from this blog. Thanks for stopping by!

Already, the days get shorter

While it is still summer, hot, sticky, and all that it should be, moments of the change to come are present. Like today, as I approached our building in the late afternoon. And yes, the days are already getting shorter. A breeze swept by that carried a few swirling leaves of some sort, depositing them at my feet. And with them, that familiar feeling of deja vu and endings. Yes, that time of the year is approaching, again. I notice it doesn't seem to change, does it? Summer always ends, autumn looms and winter is not far behind. But I get ahead of myself. That feeling that creeps over me, familiar yet unsettling, causing my stomach to churn. Like I've seen a ghost. What is it? A sadness, yes. The reminder that time marches on. Suitcases get packed, sons go away to explore the world. As they should. An anniversary approaches, again. Ah, yes. That explains it.

Our Fathers

Our fathers Who are, Or aren't, In heaven. Who are, Or aren’t, Here with us Today. We remember you, And love you. For all that you are, And all that you were. For lifting us up on your shoulders and carrying us high. For teaching us to dance with our feet on yours. For the smell of your aftershave lingering behind you. For your voice on the phone, no matter where you were. For playing catch, chess, cards and cigars. For holding us tight, For letting us go. Our fathers....... We thank you. We miss you, We love you. Sigh. He was a wonderful father.

Welome, Spring!

Greetings, my friends! It has been such a long time since I've posted. Life has a way of getting in the way. It was a very long winter here in Chicago. But I think we can officially say that spring is finally here, as witnessed by these glorious tulips nodding hello all over town. It is a very welcome sight. Hope springs eternal. I am hopeful. And it is spring, again. With each spring I see that I am able to enjoy life a bit more. Life is for the living, after all. Enjoy.

Valentine's Day

Here's to Love, for there is no greater gift, than to love, and be loved.

It's The Little Things

We are not allowed to have real Christmas trees in the tall building we live in. It's a fire hazard. I grew up in Michigan, we always had a live tree. Sometimes they were crooked and my dad tied a string from the top to a wall to keep them standing straight. I adore the smell of a live tree. And all that it conjures inside of me. Fresh snow. Silent, starlit Christmas Eves. Shining packages on Christmas morning. I love Christmas. My memories run so deep from childhood. My parents made is so very special. And then, as luck would have it, I met a kindred spirit in Lou. No, he surpassed me in his love of Christmas. He WAS Santa Claus, even in July as I've written about before. So. Not having a live tree was a small problem for me. When we married, we lived in his apartment, now our apartment, and live trees were, and still are, verboten. Bah humbug. Our first few years of marriage, we decorated a forlorn norfolk pine, Not quite the same. Then we finally broke down and got the artificial tree. Sigh. I spent quite a bit of time experimenting with "Christmas scents", to find just the concoction that smelled like a real tree. Might I say, none of them really do. Some of them smell like Pine Sol. That said, little by little, our artificial tree became "ours". It became ours with decorations the kids made, and a tradition my folks started, of sending each boy an ornament each year, following the same theme through the years, a bear for Drew and a Santa for Damon. With just the right amount of lights and lots of ornaments, and real pine cones buried in the branches, it passes. Actually, it does quite well. There is only one problem with the artificial tree, and that is the assembling of it. It comes in probably fifty or more pieces. Not my job. It was always LOU'S job to put the tree together, and the lights on. I liked to swoop in for the fun stuff, that being the ornaments. I hate assembling this tree. It's been five years now since Lou did it, I realized that this year. Four years since he got sick. So, the last time he put this darn thing together was five years ago. You'd think by now I'd be better at it, but I am not. Each year, we haul the box out of storage, and it sits there for a bit before I get the energy to attack it. All those branches to put in order! Ah, but there is a trick to it. And Lou saw to it that we would always put the tree together just right. Because, you see, he COLOR CODED the branches, as you can see from this pic! I laugh each year as I lay them out. I curse the darn thing, and then I laugh. That was Lou. I complain about this tree, and this year, I actually thought twice about the Martha Stewart pre lit tree on sale ( don't get me going on the lights, that, too, was Lou's job, of course!). No, I"ll stick with this one. It's now 23 years old. You wouldn't know it. Once it's covered in lights, bears and santas, you wouldn't know it. Thank you, Lou, for helping us put the tree together.