Growing Older : On Turning 81
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by Lois Roelofs
1w ago
I’m celebrating this birthday with a two-week Viking cruise in Central America. Apart from lots of history, this is what I have learned so far: 1. There are birds chirping and cawing in a public bathroom that I’ve used several times. I don’t know if they are in the ceiling or not. They may be doing surveillance. Their song never wavers though as it’s the same series of chirps and caws. 2. The toilets in said bathroom are very low. I just completed PT for my hip surgery and subsequent fracture at the end of December and aced the chair/stand exercise, but the starting point in PT was several inc ..read more
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Living Two Lives
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by Lois Roelofs
3w ago
I was never interested in living two lives. Sounded too complicated for me. But here I am, one week shy of 81, living part of the year in South Dakota and the winter part in Arizona. Luckily, I only need care for a house in one. But everything else comes in duplicate. Think of that! Two of everything! That could be confusing. And it is, most often with clothes. What did I leave in my winter place? And what do I need to take along from my home base in SD? But, of course, that can easily be rectified by shopping. The most important thing to cultivate in both places is relationships. Now, my thir ..read more
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Growing Older: Christmas Gifts from my Grand Dogs
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by Lois Roelofs
1M ago
First, you must meet them—my adorable grand dog puppies. Here I am sitting quietly at my daughter’s on Christmas Day with the puppies on my lap. But they are puppies, so they are usually frolicking or sleeping. And they don’t know me yet, so they greet me rambunctiously, and it feels like they’d rather explore me for dinner than whatever is in their bowls. So while I was sitting, simply observing the family scene around me, one of the puppies unexpectedly gave me my first Christmas gift. Of course, dogs don’t know when they’re giving a gift, but the gift was a real blessing. You see, one of t ..read more
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Snowed in
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by Lois Roelofs
2M ago
At bedtime last Thursday Don’t even try to follow my screen shots below! But I want you to experience the frustration I had last Thursday. Not nice of me, I know. But misery loves company, I hear. And visuals are powerful. I was trying to get to Seattle to see my first great-grandchild who was born shortly after my hip surgery four months ago. I wanted to see her, finally, before she went off to college. Such is the life of a GG whose recuperation took longer than expected. Our impending snowstorm last Thursday started the avalanche of delayed flights. I booked and re-booked. At one point mid ..read more
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Thanksgiving at 80
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by Lois Roelofs
2M ago
For most of my adult life, my family celebrated Thanksgiving at my brother’s home in Michigan. We would come from Chicago, a sister would come from Toledo, another sister sporadically came from Seattle, and my third sister and folks lived near my brother. After my dad died at 90, I remember my mother who would need to nap in the afternoon, but not be willing to admit it. She would lie down on the couch with us gals talking around her. Every now and then she would say, “I’m not sleeping. I’m listening to every word.” I pictured that scene last week as I arrived early to my daughter’s for Thanks ..read more
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On My Own Now for End Tables and Lamps
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by Lois Roelofs
3M ago
For most of the 56 years I was married, my husband made my end tables. I’d often want to buy a new one, but he’d say he could make one a lot cheaper, and then when I got sick of it–which he knew I would–he would throw it away and make another. . My last request for end tables was toward the end of my husband’s life. I gave him specific instructions about what I wanted. I wanted two so that I could flank the couch. So not only did he make tables, he made lamps for the tables. He threaded electrical cord up the middle of two dowels, secured the dowels on bases and glued some of his rock collecti ..read more
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$$$ A Surprising Surgical Outcome $$$
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by Lois Roelofs
3M ago
Did you know that “the monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind”? Albert Einstein said that, and I can attest that it’s true. During the last three months after surgery, I spent a lot of time alone in my living room sitting on a new recliner. The longer I sat, the more I convinced myself that the room needed a change. I noted that I was sitting in a combination living room/kitchen painted a nondescript pale gray. The carpeting was the same gray. The new recliner was a similar gray. Many of my comfy clothes were shades of gray. And to complete the nondescript gray envi ..read more
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Grateful to be Screwless with a New Hip and Even-Steven Legs
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by Lois Roelofs
4M ago
I’m on my way. I’ve shagged my walker. I use a cane only when I’m outdoors and only to help me relearn a normal gait, while still dealing with some pain. I’ve loaned out my walker and raised toilet seat. waiting for borrower to pick up In my mind, I’ve missed August and September. Except for hours of Law & Order reruns, I couldn’t accomplish much—either pain or the pain meds or isometric exercises kept me inactive on the couch. I had to wait for the fracture to heal that occurred after the hip replacement (due to the weakened area where the screws were removed). To think it’s already the m ..read more
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Wearing Esther’s Shoes – White Skechers
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by Lois Roelofs
4M ago
“Sharp shoes,” my physical therapist said. “Would you like to hear the story behind them?” “Sure,” she said as she cradled and swung my lower leg in large circles, making my new hip happy. “I shopped my closet for the best shoes to wear for this session. The best ones for support and balance seemed to be these. I’ve not worn them before. They are my sister Esther’s. When she died, her daughter took me into her closet and said I could take whatever I wanted. I chose these shoes and a pink angora hat she wore during chemo.” I told my therapist that my sister had died five years ago after succes ..read more
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Graduation — Pending!
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by Lois Roelofs
5M ago
Two weeks ago I asked you for help staying sane while I try to meet my goal of being cured in a few weeks. I have good news. I’m closer than ever before. I’ve almost got my pain managed, and I’m allowed to wean myself off the walker in the house. I’m on my way! This week I will try driving short distances. I should be fine because I have good movement of my right leg. You were so gracious in giving me ideas for diversionary activities! I have spent time listening to an audiobook, podcasts, and meditations and reading short passages from books on aging. One of you brought over a dot to dot/colo ..read more
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