Kinfolk

By authority of the National Day Calendar (*smile*) …..

 Terri tells us this week honors Cousins and Aunts*Uncles.

(Me: Uh-oh)

Hubby would SO be more suited to play.  Oh, how he's regaled me with stories of their big Polish family get-togethers in south Chicago.  The love! The laughter!

Mine was well, different.  I'd say, 'disfunctional' - but there was no 'function' to be had. Ha.  

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Terri: What can you tell us about your cousins, please, or someone who is close like a cousin?

My cousins lived anywhere from 1,172 mi. to 1,833 mi. away.  On the few occasions we vacationed together as children, I became the butt of their jokes. (That's something I'm still not prepared to discuss.)

Terri: Do you still see your cousins and will you contact them on National Cousins Day?

I'm only in contact with Bob via Facebook. An older sister has passed. During the last Presidential election, Kathy made good on her "If...." and resides permanently in Mexico.

I used to pine for a close-knit family. But rather than feel sorry for myself, I believe circumstances combined to make me stronger, more comfortable by myself.

Terri had a favorite aunt and uncle. How about you?  Um, no.

Did/does your family have reunions and can you tell us about them?  No, again.

If you have children, are they enjoying relationships with their cousins, aunts, uncles?  My son has no aunts, uncles or cousins.

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Tell us something random about your week, so far:

Well, whew!  A few years ago, I might be doing an eye-roll. Funny how living life in the slow lane can make ordinary events seem like big deals.

Given Tom's recent health scare, I decided I needed to pull up my big girl panties and take on the riding mower. (Tom had tried to show me before, but I didn't really want to know.)

Finally, I had to admit a fear of tipping it over. (Been there, done that on a snowmobile.)

I seriously thought about putting on my motorcycle tornado helmet -- but the look on Tom's face made me reconsider.

He showed me a nifty way to tackle the 'scary' slope.  Now all I have to worry about is getting slammed by a log truck while turning around out on Chapman!

I sat for - and failed - my first ever rods-and-cones test at the eye doctor.  Have you ever taken one of those?
With the lights on and both eyes open, the screen reflects a rather ordinary, pastel "C."  Unfortunately, when the test began I had to cover one eye and hit a little button each time the "C" flipped right, left, upside down.  Most of the time I couldn't even SEE the stupid "C" … so I just kept hitting what I hoped was the right button.

Thankfully, my cataracts haven't progressed to the point I need surgery … or a white cane.  Still, it was humbling.


On the good news front, I think my bronchitis is slip-sliding away!  So embarrassing to have folks look at you like they're afraid I'm going to cough up a lung.  After more than 2 weeks, I returned to the park to walk this morning.  Have you ever felt like someone let the air out of you?  Ya, like that.

Yesterday I got the cutest ever 'get-well' package from Anne at Phamily Blog!

     Every little thing was individually gift-wrapped, and my heart did a little flip-flop at the Colorado coffee cup!  (Ya, I've a 'thing' for coffee cups.)

If you're ever in need of a little cheer, her blog is consistently a positive place to visit!


Thanks so much for stopping by  … y'all do my heart good!
Stay safe!

Hugs, Myra