Enjoying Life

Yesterday I was off from work, I generally work two full-time jobs and often pick up an overtime shift as well, so in a thirty-day span I may be blessed with a grand total of three days off.

Now it’s not absolutely imperative that I work this many hours but being a woman of a “certain age” it suddenly dawned on me within the past ten years or so that I was no longer young and need to concentrate more on “things to come”, so to speak.

So yesterday was one such day. I walked my last baby, (he would not appreciate me using this noun to describe him as he is seven years going on seventeen), and decided to sit in the park for a minute.

Just being there in the quiet with no one else around was so wonderful, just drinking in the early morning sunlight with the fresh air from the trees with rabbits and squirrels occasionally scampering by was so relaxing.

I decided to take a few pics with my cell phone but realized quickly that the battery was at two percent and in the red. I had been so tired the night before that I neglected to plug my phone into the charger. So these are what I caught.

So this was how my day began but about 10 am my boss calls to ask about a task that I had forgotten to make an note on and since I will not be back there until Sunday I had to go in to work to add a late entry.

Then I decided on my way back to stop at the uniform store for some new scrubs, they did not carry the brand I like, so more wasted time. By the time I returned home it was almost three PM.

I felt robbed of my day off due of course to my own deficit, but none the less the day was not so relaxing after all. I cooked dinner and my baby and I did another walk before bed and the rest as they say is history.

The American

The day I ‘became’ was new, exciting, cold and pristine, fresh snow littered the pavement as I emerged into the world. I brought myself, one suitcase, no money, inappropriate winter clothing and was rich with all the excitement in the world.

It was a February day and the bitter winter air assaulted me like no other, I never felt its effects for I had made it home.

I was a teenager, one who came from the other side of the world, full of dreams. I had been brought up in a very conservative family, My parents had divorced when I was a mere five years old and as such my sister and I had spent much of our formative years under the tutelage of our maternal grandmother along with my aunts and uncles.

Ours is a family where outward expressions of affections was not the norm and in fact were rare to non-existent. We were well-fed, cared-for and protected but it was all with an unspoken language never the spoken word.

I was referenced as the ‘shy one’. I was not much of a talker as a child and as such had become an avid listener. This skill was honed to perfection and not much went on in my family that I was not privy to. My sister on the other hand was a tattletale and nothing sacred could ever be said in her presence.

The day of my arrival was beautiful, I just knew this is where I was meant to be. I was always feeling hot and sweaty back home and the cold air was just perfect for me. I still feel the same.

I remember that even as a child playing I always looked up at the heavens and told myself that I would not grow old in my country but would imagine myself on the planes that flew way way overhead going to a far away land…America.

Now on that fateful day in February here I was, at long last an American. I assimilated very quickly to my new world and have loved it eversince. Sometimes looking back it seems as if the first part of my life happened to another person and I remember that part of my life from a vewers’ perspective.

It would be more than fifteen years before I would finally be able to visit the family I had left behind and the occasion was indeed a joyous one. The memory still brings a smile to my face and gladness to my heart. I have since returned many many times and even plan to relocate there in the future but somehow I know in my heart ‘I will always be an American’.

On The Road

On my way

On my way to work the other morning I was greated with this image. There is something I find so peaceful about being in my car away from the bustle of life, and everyone else just enjoying some peace and quiet before getting the day started.

Notice how the fog begins to dissipate as the first rays of the sun begins to peek over the horizon. Shadows fade and a new day is at hand.

There is such poignance in this view, as we are greated with another brand new day to start over and begin again.

Thanking The Lord for another day!

The little things we find pleasure in;

I love gardening and watching things grow. Going for a walk in a nature-filled environment and being able to observe God’s creations in their natural habitat is the best gift I give myself. It relaxes me, releasing all those great endorphins making me feel happy and close to Him. The fruit below was picked from my yard one day ago. We planted that pear tree some 5 years earlier and each year it yields more and more fruit. This year it had so many pears that as the fruits got larger two of the slender limbs broke under the weight of the onslaught.

The fruit has a refreshing juicy texture, which is not very sweet but a crisp appeal resembling that of an apple. I love their taste and texture. I am unsure of the name of this pear as the identifing info has long since been bleached by the sun and rain.

Here is a picture of the tree at spring time 2019. If anyone can identify this pear, please feel free to let me know how you feel about the taste, texture and perhaps even a recipe or two.

Thank you all.

Current things in the news

Sadly hurricane Dorian has terrorized the British Commonwealth of The Bahamas. It is so sad to see the debris that has been left behind as well as the reports of no clean water/ power supply to some 60,000 persons and the death toll will undoubtly rise as access to stranded citizens are done. Thoughts and prayers continuously.

The current climate in the USA of mass shootings are frightening, disturbing and disheartening. It bears saying that apparently nowhere is safe, we are “at risk” anywhere we go.

25 shootings, 7 of those were critically injured in Chicago yesterday, labor day as the gun-violence barrage continues.

Dicks Sporting goods supply store has decided to destroy their remaining stock of assault-style guns in lieu of returning them to the manufacturer. Wal-Mart is following suit by no longer selling assault-style weapons and has asked Congress to address/debate the issues. There will be much debate on both sides of this issue and it will be interesting to see what plays out eventually.

Introduction

This is my “very” first post, I have toyed with the idea of having a blog for years but always felt unsure of how to do it, how it would be, how to say the things I want to say and how would those thought be received. Today I have taken a leap of faith and hope to begin creating relationships out there. The desire for me on social media is not to post ‘selfies’ but to create a safe space where I can interact with everyone out there and ‘talk’ about whatever we feel is worth communicating. I love watching cooking shows, reading, watching TV, photography and much more. I am a mother, a ‘healer’, a daughter, a friend. I currently work in the healthcare industry as I feel I was “called” to this field but my heart also belongs to music and dance. I hope to post pictures of people and things I deem interesting and hope anyone visiting this blog will be willing to engage in meaningful ways.

Pene’