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She sat on the examination table swinging her still shapely legs. Legs that I always envied. Her arms hugged her body and her gaze settled on the door to the room. "Are you cold, Mom?", I asked. "Yes. A little", she answered quietly. "Do you want me to put your socks back on?" "Yes. That would be nice." I bent over her and slipped the thick, cotton socks back on her aging feet, noticing that her toes were bent and misshapen a bit and that it was time for a pedicure. "Mmmm....that's better". She smiled and continued to swing her legs back and forth. Together, we continued to wait. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ten minutes earlier I had met with her doctor, unbeknownst to my parents. I had slipped a note to the nurse asking to meet privately with him. When he completed my dad's physical exam and brought Dad into the room with mom and me, the nurse looked my way and said, "I'm going to pull you out of here a minute." I knew she had read my note. The doctor walked into the room the nurse had placed me in. "What can I do for you, Laurie?" he inquired gently. Numerous thoughts slipped in and out of my mind. I caught one and told him, "I just wanted you to know that the woman sitting in that room is just a shell of the woman that raised me. A shell of the woman who I knew six months ago." He nodded knowingly. I continued. "I know she has dementia. Probably vascular dementia from her strokes and the pituitary tumor, but where do we go from here? She's not only losing the capacity to think of words and carry on a conversation, but she's losing the strength in her legs. She's more depressed and cries so easily. She sleeps a lot. She can't hear a thing and won't get hearing aids. Does she need a geriatrician? Or a doctor who specializes in dementia? And I can tell that Dad is feeling the stress of caring for her. I can see the weariness in his face and the fear in his eyes. Where do we go from here? Are there meds she can take? Extra vitamins we should be giving her? What about support....? I took a deep breath, realizing I was rambling. The tone of his voice was soft and caring. "I know what you're saying. Yes....your mother has Alzheimer's...." When I actually heard him say those words, it was almost like I was thrown into a slow motion movie with no sound. I could see his mouth moving, forming vowels, but I couldn't hear the words. I was underwater. Drowning. I struggled to break free and concentrate on what he was saying. "...and she is certainly not going to get any better. She will need more care in the days ahead. It will be a trying time for you and your family. There is an Alzheimer's Association where you can get more information and support. As far as a geriatrician, I wouldn't be against that at all - if you can find a good one, and that will be difficult. She needs to eat three good meals a day with fruits and vegetables. She needs to get regular exercise, and she needs to get out and socialize as much as possible. Don't let her sit in the house and watch TV all day and all evening." I nodded numbly and took another deep breath as he continued. "We'll stay on top of this and will give her the best care we can. If and when you need more help or want to talk again, just give me a call." We walked back the examination room where Mom and Dad were patiently waiting. I watched Mom's face as the doctor began to ask her questions while he typed her answers into his computer. She remembered her last name. She remembered what month it was. But her face was pained as she struggled to tell him what year it was, and when her birthday was. I crumpled inside. I wondered what thoughts were going through her mind knowing that she was failing at her answers. I watched as the doctor listened to her heart and lungs. "Please, Lord....keep her as healthy as possible for as long as possible...", I found myself praying. "Give us the knowledge to know how to help her through the rest of her life. Give her the strength to keep clinging to the strong-willed spirit she was born with." I thought back to my childhood. Mom always "wore the pants in the family". She made the decisions in our family life with Dad happily supporting her and backing her up. She and I butted heads many a time when I was younger. We had some interesting arguments and disagreements - probably because we were a lot alike in the way we viewed life. But I knew that I also carried my Dad's laid-back attitude as far as letting things get to us. We knew which battles needed to be fought and which ones to let go. I looked over at Dad sitting next to me. He looked weary. I knew that he and Mom butted heads to this day - a sure sign of his frustration and fear. He didn't want to lose the woman he loved, and he had no control over it at this point. She was ever so gradually slipping away from us all. I knew how much he loved her, too. I had watched his face many times in numerous hospital rooms during the past 10 years while Mom battled for her life with a bleeding liver, clots in her legs, and a pituitary tumor. He held her hand until the nurses rolled her into the cold treatment room to receive radiation treatments to shrink that tumor. Treatments that would eventually burn her optic nerves resulting in complete blindness in her right eye and 75% blindness in her left. He was there for her through it all. They were so devoted to each other. They were bound together by trials and tribulations as well as through the love of God they shared. Dad & Mom, October 2011 He had stepped into leading the family during these tough times. He shouldered the responsibility like one of God's faithful soldiers. He knew it was his time. It was like he scooped up the shattered pieces and and patiently tried to piece them back together. He tenderly cared for Mom while constantly giving time and energy to my brother and me. We became much closer while sharing each others' pain. God planned it that way, I think. I believe that the trials in this life are His blessings in disguise. Mom clung to my arm as she shuffled next to me on our way out of the room, dragging her cane as usual. I was always reminding her to use the cane instead of dragging it behind her. Dad headed to the check out window to complete some paperwork. I took her out to the waiting room and settled her into a chair. "Where are we going now?" she asked. "To the building next door to have some blood drawn, Mom," I answered. "Where?" "Next door." "Where's that?" "Don't worry, we'll get you there, Mom." "Where are we going? And where's your Dad...?" A shell. My mother was a shell of the strong woman she used to be. Her thoughts now jumbled together and her personality childlike. Completely dependent on Dad, me, and my brother. Being faithfully carried in the palm of God's hand through each day. I will always carry that mother I once knew in my heart and soul. She is part of who I am. She is the part of me who will stand her ground and not bend under trials. She is the part of me who will claw her way through experiences that are painful and frightening. She is the part of me who will love deeply and fully with the grace of God. Someday, she may not remember who I am.... but I will always remember who she is. God is bigger than all of this. I am following Him in my present and leaving tomorrow in His hands... [ Love & Blessings ] P.S. ~ The new gadget you see on my sidebar is an option to replace Google Friend Connect which is being discontinued March 1. I would love to have you follow me there and I will follow each of you as you follow along as well. Just click on the "Linky Followers" tool to sign up for your own followers gadget for your own blog. It's very easy to do. 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On July 1st, the Monarch Butterfly that I have posted earlier as an egg and then a caterpillar, emerged from its chrysalis. This picture is from two days after it formed the chrysalis, and shows the beautiful jade green color that the chrysalis has. This picture was taken on day eight as a chrysalis. Tiny areas of color are beginning to show where the feet and antennae are. The gold decoration spots are just that and serve no purpose other than camouflage, although they don't look like an attempt to blend in. The forming butterfly inside is itself green, as the outer skin is completely transparent. So it needs to make big changes in the next 48 hours to have the bold colors of a Monarch Butterfly. Here is the chrysalis on day 10. Once the skin looks this clear the butterfly will emerge within an hour. Lots of color change did happen! The chrysalis is completely still for the entire ten days, making no movement after the first few hours when it formed. Now, just before it emerges, small movements can be seen through the camera lens around the legs and head. Very quietly the chrysalis skin splits and the butterfly begins to emerge. It hangs on with its feet and pushes its body and wings out of the skin. In the pictures below the new butterfly drops completely out and struggles to get a leg hold outside the chrysalis skin. From the instant the chrysalis skin breaks open the butterfly is pumping fluid from its abdoman into the wings, even while it emerges from the chrysalis. Note how big the abdoman is and how small the wings are in the pictures below. Within an hour the wings are fully extended, but are very limp, and need to harden. The butterfly turned and moved around quite a bit on the old skin while pumping fluids into its wings. Four hours later the butterfly was opening and closing its wings. The wings were hard enough for short flights. I took the butterfly outside and put it on the wild Vervain in the garden. After a few seconds it flew off into the sky. I only had time for a couple of pictures, one below, before it was gone. It took 27 days for the entire process from egg to flying away as a butterfly. 3 days as an egg, 14 days as a caterpillar, and 10 days as a chrysalis. With luck, the butterfly will live for several weeks. Enought time to start the next generation.
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Hollywood star Joan Crawford began life as Lucille Fay Le Sueur in San Antonio Texas on March 23, 1906. She was the daughter of Thomas LeSueur who was
THE HUNTRESS COSTUME This costume includes a blouse, an olive 4-point skirt and a burgundy cincher. This amazing costume features the lovely and romantic blouse. The elastic neckline may be worn above or below shoulders. The smocked waist allows for a great fit. The uneven hem of the skirt comes to 4 points. The cincher is laced at 3 points. May be worn closed, or slightly open. Excellent cotton material used to keep the best shape possible. FABRIC The fabric is a high-quality light weight Poly Crepe. Strong and Durable. Will not shrink or lose its vibrant color. Virtually wrinkle-free. SKIRT AND BLOUSE FABRIC CARE INSTRUCTIONS: Wash with lukewarm water. Will look new wash after wash. Tumble dry in medium heat ~ won't need ironing if pulled out of the drier when ready. **Color may vary slightly from pictures CINCHER CARE INSTRUCTIONS: The cincher is made with 100% cotton. It is best when washed in soapy water to loosen dirt and dried by lying flat to reduce ironing. SIZING XXS/XS 20-24” waist Skirt 34” Long S/M 25-32” waist Skirt 34" Long L/XL 34-38” waist Skirt 34" Long L/XL-TALL 34-38" waist Skirt 42" Long 1XL/2XL 40- 44"waist Skirt 34" Long Model and artist Kara Markley Sterling graces our designs with her beauty and talent. A professional and talented model, musician and dancer, Kara is also the nicest person you could possibly meet. You can find out more about her at https://www.instagram.com/karamsterling/ James Sterling is the kind of photographer that makes magic. His artistic eye and technical knowledge makes him one of the most talented photographers to be found. As his wife, Kara, James is also one of the nicest men you could hope to run across. As Kara, James is also a talented composer and musician. You can find out more about him at https://www.instagram.com/sterlingxiii/ About us We are a US based, women/family owned, small business. We have been designing all our costumes in the US for over 20 years and have been costume enthusiasts for over 30 years. We are involved from concept to creation and make sure everyone in our studio in India is paid a high wage for the high quality of costumes produced.
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Today's vintage children's book from 1963 is a classic fable, The Lion and the Rat, illustrated by Brian Wildsmith. I'm a big fan of Brian Wildsmith and his loose, color filled illustrations. Great moral in this story too, that you don't have to be big and powerful to make a difference. The Lion and the Rat A Fable by La Fontaine Illustrated by Brian Wildsmith Franklin Watts, Inc., 1963 For information about Wildsmith, you can view my previous postings on books he has illustrated - The Owl and the Woodpecker or Fishes. To go to his website, click here. To go to the museum site in Japan, click here. Have a great weekend!
Jane Morris, William Morris, May Morris, Jenny Morris, Pre Raphaelite, Dante Rossetti
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Size : About 85 x 150 cm / 33.46 x 59.05 inch Material : Polyester 100 % Condition : Brand new Origin : Made in Japan / Gunma Note:Lotus Pond and Fish , Ito Japkuchu 伊藤若冲_蓮池遊漁図 *This item is a built-to-order item. Craftsman will start producing each item after I received an order. Since it's all handmade, it will take about 2 weeks until it's finished. *The item is not split in the middle. There is a cut line in the middle that wouldn’t loose even if it’s cut with a pair scissors. This race fablic can let the light go through moderately. The Noren is originally used for the entrance of the house for the light removal. Currently I think that it is often seen at the entrance of the shop as a restaurant noren but it is used as a partition, even in everyday life. It is also a feature of Noren that you can easily change the atmosphere of the room by hiding the back of the house from the entrance at the time of visiting,using the goods as a partition of the room and blindfold. As a used scene gift Birthday / marriage / Father's Day / Mother's Day / Senior Citizen's Day / Graduation / Admission / Opening / Gifts / Valentine's Day / White Day / Christmas As an interior Partition / Image Up / Japanese Style / Japanese Pattern / New Life / Alone Living Single Room / Living / New Construction / Moving / Interior -Noren history- Noren are short cloth curtains hung on the entrances to Japanese shops. Beginning with the scraps of cloth on hanging screens used in Zen temples to ward off cold, merchant houses since the Edo Period(1603-1867) have put their names on noren and used them in business. The word "noren," is also used to signify good will and credit of a shop as its symbol.
