Thursday, January 11, 2018

Love, Aunt Barb

WHERE IS MY AUNT BARB?
A few weeks of nothing. The absence of her presence resounding... emails unanswered, No Thanksgiving cards. Never ever happens. We don't usually text. Not our way. Barb did not have a smart phone until recently. Worried.


I texted Sunday Nov 26 
Me 
How are u? Thinking of you
Hope ur Thanksgiving was a happy one
 
She answered Monday Nov 27
Barb 
How do you always know when something is wrong? Have been in the hospital with endocarditis for two weeks as of last Sat. Am better.

Me

I felt it...we are connected
And there was no word from u
Glad to hear you are better

 
Barb
Thanks. We are connected. Hope your holiday was great.

Me

It was a good one
Thank you 🙏🏻



On Thursday Nov 30
Barb slipped into an on and off coma
sudden and unexpected complications
too many for her to overcome
She died Friday Dec 1

The services took place 10 days later  See where she was
 http://www.torregrossafuneralhome.com/book-of-memories/3363429/Mingoia-Barbara/view-condolences.php

We wrote
Condolence From: Carol McNiff
As I get ready to face the world each day you are with me at each step In the prep. The products, the jewelry, the accessories, the thriving plants, treasured decor...all from you.
I have been rereading our emails, numbering in the thousands, hearing your voice and mine in return, like we are chatting. Wow, what we shared! And such strong and honest opinions about TV shows, politics, books, events, fashion, people. I am up to Dec 2016 and smiling as I read about what we thought of Top Chef. The new season started Thursday and it is the first time I did not have a follow up email from you in my inbox.
You were a LiamLicks loyalist...reading every blog story and providing loving Barb feedback.
Miss you every minute of every day. Thank you for enhancing my life.
Love always is how you signed each card. Love always back, Carol
Saturday December 09, 2017

Condolence From: Liam McNiff

Aunt Barb,


Mom told me you left us. I am sad. You were the best Aunt I could have had. Thank you for the cards, emails, yummy gifts. We use one of the tins you sent for my treats, We think of you whenever I bark for more, which is often.

Mom sent an Alex and Ani bracelet to you which you will never get to wear. Don’t worry it is your royal purple not the hated peridot. She is wearing its twin and will never take it off. Another company you introduced us to!

Love always,
Your nephew, Liam
Saturday December 09, 2017

I understand the stages of grief.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Snow Dog No

MOM, OPEN THE DOOR
Dogs love snow. I know. I have watched them swim in it, jump, leap, roll, sit, lay. Liam is not a snow dog. He does not engage in any of these activities. Ever. We have had 4 storms this month and are currently experiencing the 5th. All have been the perfect storms. Gentle, slow, no accumulations on the roads or sidewalks. The snow provides a coating of newness and mutes the sounds for a bit. I love snow.
WHAT IS THAT?
I'LL STAY HERE

Liam knows what it is and what it feels like. His preferred place is looking at it from his couch perch...

He does not like the feeling of it on his feet.

He will not fully crouch down to do his business as he knows the wet feeling will get him from underneath
Today's snow has those dancing snowflakes which swirl around before landing. This time the snow is adhering to the concrete and roads...will require a brisk brooming not shoveling. Liam rang his poochie bells indicating the need to go out...and then he saw it, snow. oh no. He stood and then returned, see how far his pawprints took him. not even down the steps


He will try again when he cannot wait any longer. Until then he returns to snuggle and cuddle in spots in the house which do not provide a snow view.






And he knows many such places











                                                  

A CUP OF HOT CHOCOLATE, HIS PILLOW AND HE IS SET
Enjoy the snow
It is accumulating 
Woof, Woof 

Saturday, December 2, 2017

A Bit Fitter

OH NO, MOM IS STEPPING AGAIN
I was away on a fall trip and I was shown the joy of fitbitting by two friends with whom we were traveling. While walking virtual fireworks exploded on their wrists when they each reached 10,000 steps. I knew I wanted my own fireworks.


I ordered my Fitbit and a day after our trip ended my Fitbit arrived from Amazon. I was a member of the Fitbit network. A world of stats, info, achievement and community.
I have a Fitbit Alta because this is the one my friend has. blogger-image-1141627374.jpg
https://www.amazon.com/Fitbit-Fitness-Tracker-Silver-Version/dp/B01B25PKB0?th=1
A night's sleep is recorded
Stages of Rem...light sleep, deep sleep and time awake.
This thrilled me as I have chronic sleep issues.
Messages and phone calls buzz on your arm. The Fitbit tells me to move each hour. There is a community of Fitbitters to network with.  I have discovered another world
IMAGINE!
The fitness goal is to attain 10,000 steps a day. I have no problem. My health club and home gym provide me with almost all the 10,000 steps. I go way overt it averaging 15-18000 steps daily.
Fitbit calls me names for going over.. Overachiever. What an insult.
OVERACHIEVER

There is another goal set up to help you move.  I want to meet that one also...  
One do at least 250 steps every hour.
The Fitbit buzzes at 10 minutes before the hour to tell you to move if you have not reached your hourly goal of  250 steps.
MY MOM IS IN ANOTHER WORLD

What I have Done to Achieve 250 Steps per Hour
Jumped out of the car as we waited in a line of cars at Town's Pollutant Drop-off
Excused myself at a group lunch to walk up and down the stairs
Walked the length of the NHP train platform several times while waiting for my train
MOM IS LOOKING TO USE ME FOR MORE STEPS
Stepped in place in Crabtree's bathroom
Pumped my legs while drying my nails post-manicure
Did bicycle movements of my legs while a passenger in car

These were all successful
COUCH SITTING NO LONGER APPROVED IN THIS HOUSE
The finicky Fitbit does not pick up all exercise it promises to...so....
What I have Done to Get Credit for my Exercise on Gym Equipment

Swung one arm while on the treadmill, using the other to type on my iPad...precarious
Hooked my Fitbit on the handlebars of my home row machine
Exaggerated hand motions while walking on the both gym and home treadmills
Strapped my Fitbit to the pedal of my home row machine
Stuffed my Fitbit in my sock for all machines
These have been mostly successful...still working on the sock insertion

Once a week I get a summary and Fitbit addresses me in a happy familiar way.
I like it. I think it likes me back.

I am Addicted
NO surprise. I am an overachieving addict in many activities.

I have a new reason to look forward to each day
Every hour of every day has a goal and the day goes till 12 midnight. A chance to achieve night and day even in sleep.
My days and night have meaning. I am constantly recording.

Am I a bit fitter?
I think so.
I know Liam is. I have resumed his daily walks. I accrue 2500 steps with him. If he gallops I get more credit. He takes more naps to rest from his new Fitbit schedule and is down a pound.

Wait, I have been buzzed. Must be 10 minutes before the hour
Must get some more steps in...
I NEED REST THOSE STEPS ARE EXHAUSTING

Woof, Woof

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Bogus BOGO

WHAT'S BOGO MOM?
BOGOS
I did not get the meaning of BOGO until a few weeks ago. I wondered why my go to Yoga company yogaaccessories.com, my drugstore CVS cvs.com and and The Greater Good greatergood.com all were selling BOGOS. I figured BOGOS were a yoga world term for products like blocks, balls, bolsters, wedges, straps, mat rolls. I supposed CVS and Greater Good might sell them as well.
Then I saw a current yoga ad where the acronym was spelled out buy one, get one. Oh, that's it.  Too bad. I had started affectionately calling my yoga blocks BOGOS.

BOGO email ads
YOGA BOGO

CVS BOGO

MOM, ARE YOUR SANDALS BOGOS? I SEE TWO
BOGO has relatives.

1-Two items

Two items strapped together or in one case.for less than one each sold apart. I always get the twin pack Clear Care contact lens bargain- Do I need two? I want one. I don't want another one.
I just finished a bottle of Vitamin D. Vitamins are another popular category of twofers and BOGO. The bottle came with 300. I will have the second for another year. It might expire before I use them all.

2-Hundreds of one item

I wanted and needed more cotton swabs (Q tips) I was unable to find a box with a reasonable number. The current one lasted 7 years and contained 525 swabs. This one offered is bigger and contains 625 swabs..Will I be around in 2024? I hope so...there are many uses for swabs. I will attempt to use them for all the purposes suggested on the box. Perhaps I can exhaust my supply in half the time.

LIAM ILLUSTRATES
Lately when shopping this thought pops in my head
Will I outlive the BOGO, Twins, Hundreds of one? Who wants to burden my survivors with extra items to dispose of?

I long ago gave up Costco like stores. I had scotch tape for about 15 years. Thought buying a case was smart.
I also got suckered in for boxes of Maxie pads. They outlasted menopause. I have donated them to disaster victims. Everyone gives toilet paper and paper towels. I give maxi pads.


I recently got a FITBIT
FITBIT  LIAM SERVING AS BACKGROUND
I am obsessed with it. I feel as if I have a life coach with me at all times. And as I am writing this BOGO blog story I realize my FITBIT will help me stay in shape and maybe help me live concurrently with my extras of:
BOGOS.
Twins
Hundreds of one item

Woof, woof

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Who's Your Daddy?

MY DADDY AND ME

Who's your Daddy is a well known phrase. It is provocative slang, a much used comedy movie title, an aggressive slur, a line in a song and shows up in sports, media, music and everyday verbal exchanges.
The phrase itself stands out as a noteworthy lyric from the 1968 song
 "Time of the Season" by The Zombies:
"What's your name? 
Who's your daddy? 
Is he rich like me?"
for more examples
here is the link

THESE TWO
Since Paul retired in January 2016 he and Liam have become inseparable. What I once alluded to as a Bromance is now more like two soulmates. Paul talks to Liam. Liam talks back.
LIAM'S TURN TO TALK
Neither at the same time. One listens and leaves the scene. Liam rests for a bit then inches closer and barks directly at Paul. In your face conversational might be the vernacular for his method. Paul patiently tries to teach him to offer his paw. See below. More like grabbing the paw and shaking hands roughly
 https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who%27s_your_daddy%3F_(phrase)#Usage
NOT GIVING PAW
They also have a silent communication where they stare at each other. Think Vulcan Mind Meld.
SILENT FILMS
 When not talking they sit on each end of the couch. Paul's spot was mine for the first eight years of my retirement. He took it over when he retired. Liam then claimed the right end. If I approach Liam jumps up, crosses to the middle cushion and alerts Paul the intruder is here. If I attempt to sit Liam descends from his perch, travels around the cocktail table and sits on the couch arm. He is loud and persistent in his displeasure.
In Liam's world we are not supposed to be adjacent. He must be in the middle. He continues his tirade until I get up. Or until I leave. See below

THE USUAL POSITIONS
Though Liam's DNA test came back #fourdogsinone
Equal parts Dalmatian, beagle, dachshund, Irish Setter, he identifies with Paul and discounts the canine ancestry results
dog dna test
His Daddy is Paul.

Daddy Paul is somewhat of a scoffer at DNA results as well. He expected all German, being the first generation child of two German immigrants. No. Has 37% Brit.
ancestrydna.com
A perfect pair.



Inseparable

Seatmates
Soulmates

Woof, Woof