Thursday, May 29, 2008

Myth Dispelled.....

Over a year ago, I began having trouble with getting up after sitting for a long time. Well, shoot - that's to be expected when one is over 50 (and then some). Wrong. I ignored it for quite some time. After all, what's a little discomfort getting up and finding one needs to work the kinks out a bit before walking naturally. Wrong.

Then came the push to get in better shape after I retired in Dec of 07. Daily dates with the treadmill, adding weights to the daily routine. Still had trouble getting up after sitting for a long time...then the long time became short periods of time. No problem. That's to be expected when is over 50 and working out daily. Wrong.

Finally the truth had to be faced - there is something wrong here. Visited the doctor - and sure enough, inflammed hip. A little shot and 800mg of ibuprofen x 3 daily. Just before leaving, the doc mentioned massage therapy might help. Uh huh. Sure thing. I'm all for a relaxing time but for a hip problem?

Later on that evening, I did a little research on massage therapy. Learned a few interesting facts. A spa massage is one thing - a massage done by a licensed massage therapist is something else entirely. Amazing but I'm still wasn't convinced.

Made an appointment for the following week. Day arrives, I find my way down to the clinic - still skeptical. Tiny young lady comes out - my therapist for the next hour. Skepticism has increased 100%.

One hour later, I'm a believer. While the pain is not gone, I'm not skeptical. Future visits, definitely. And I now have a healthy respect for licensed massage therapists - emphasis on licensed.

Myth dispelled....massages can be life enhancing.

Angel45402

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

A Day in the Life....

Retirement surely does have its benefits....like grandson age 3 1/2 who spent today watching grandma.

While this isn't an unusual occurrence, each day he spends with me is so very special. We've explored Boonshoft Museum of Discovery (great place for kids!), we've spent time at every McDonalds that has an indoor playground, we've taken walks and we've blown bubbles in the wind. Each day is different - each day becomes my favorite day.

Today was no exception. We walked to McDonalds and stopped various times to pick the tiniest of flowers, watch an ant crawl across the sidewalk and counted the big rocks we saw. After getting our meals, we found a place in the playground area. Grandson would bite off a bit of the chicken nuggets, swallow & then run off to the play area. After thirty minutes plus, I issued the ultimate warning - three more times he could go back to the play area. I was prepared for tears and protests when the third time would arrive. The second time he returned, he solemnly informed me with hands on hips, "gramma, it's time for us to go". Always the upper hand, that's our grandson. We walked back to his home, all the while stopping to pick tiny flowers (commonly known as weeds), counting the rocks, and of course talking all the while. We talked about the necessity of a nap once we got home - and of course struck an agreement that once one cartoon show was over, he would take a nap. Halfway through the show, he looks up and says "it's time now for me to take a nap". Two upper hand episodes in one day... the kid has great potential to be very influential when he grows up.

Days like these are treasures - each and every one of them. There is nothing in this world that beats the life of grandma.

Angel45402

Friday, May 09, 2008

After Retirement

I have come to the conclusion that I am not comfortable with change - at least not multiple changes.

In Dec 07 I retired after 32+ years. In Feb 08, Riley took a job in Iraq. Two monumental events and now months later I find myself becoming somewhat at odds with myself.

I worked in an office where there was a lot of communication. My entire day was spent talking - phone, email or good ole fashioned person-to-person (which seems to be a lost art - conversation between two people). I would have lunch a couple of times a month with friends or coworkers (oh yes, there is a difference there). At the end of the day, I would have my closest friend, my husband, to converse with on the way home and sometimes throughout the evening.

It's been a startling revelation to discover that my life is no longer one of spending time with others - and I've found that being alone 7/24 is difficult at times. It was enough to spend five days a week talking to people and now that's gone. It's startling to discover I never took the time to cultivate friends outside of the work environment. And this is from one who scoffed at workaholics. Not a comfortable discovery.

So now it's time to travel down a different road ..... one to making friends without benefit of common ground, such as in the work place. I don't suppose there's a place that makes road maps for situations such as this. I understand now why those who live alone put their energies into a pet. I understand now why those who live alone find themselves going to places where there are a lot of people. I understand a lot of things now. God sure has a way of making one think differently. With understanding comes wisdom, so says His word...and I am beginning to believe that from a whole different perspective.

Yes, I have many blessings. I have a sister who lives just about within a long arm's reach. I have a son and his family who live close by. I have a daughter and her family who lives within a ninety minute drive. I have a husband who will give up sleep just to talk to me via Skype or email. And there are two women, both former coworkers, I can count as friends, whom I continue to keep in touch. So, the blessings are there....and when I find that road, my blessings will continue to grow.

Now to figure out how to take that first step down that road....

Angel45402