I’m Here Again: How Do You Do It All

Hello everyone. I’m curious to find out how you all do everything?

How do you post on your blog, write your book, answer all your emails, spend time with family, do your errands and shopping, take care of your house and be the wonderful wife our husband’s want? Read more writing books because we want to read them and keep learning?

Whew that is exhausting.

Guess my eighty four years is showing, although my age never bothers me.

I am writing a book, something I have never attempted before and this time I promised myself that I would finish it. Still a very rough first draft, but it’s moving along just fine for now.

All is well in my house. I’m still driving, my husband has become my co-pilot and I like that he is there to help.

So people, tell me, how do you do it all?
Keep love and kisses in your life.

Happy 2014

Wishing friends and family a very Happy and Healthy New Year.
Have any of you made resolutions?
Not me, not anymore. I always used to and then realized I did the same ones every year. So this year I decided to do something different.
I would do three things every day, and check them off as I did them.

What are those three things?
1. write
2. meditate
3. walk

Looks pretty simple, doesn’t it? Well, I aim to do just that, keep it simple and keep doing it every day.
I might check in here and let you know how I’m doing.

What are you doing? Have you made a special commitment? Would you mind sharing?

I love my time by myself, I love my time with Howard and my family, especially the Inner Circle.
My husband Howard is doing great, considering his diagnosis, again, of Alzheimer’s Disease. Can you image that, twice in twenty years.

One day at a time, that’s our motto, with as little stress as possible.
Do you know what else I did this New Year? I have cut down the number of things I’ve been doing. Hopefully, that will help me attain my three thing goal for everyday.

At our age, the doctor appointments are atrocious, but again, one day at a time.
I’d love to hear from you.

In the meantime, keep love and kisses in your life, and remember no one can take away your memories.

A Thankful List

I know it’s not Thanksgiving yet, but I have been thinking of all the people in my life who have helped me get to this wonderful, happy place in my life.

Yes, my husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease, but he is still highly functional and helps me in so many ways. I owe him my self esteem, my laughter, my ability to cope. Ours is a 61 year love affair that is still going strong.

My writing life, is finally a reality, because I have these helpful people in my life.
My writing group, my little mini cartel people, even my husband who encourages me to write on my blog.

I’m so grateful for all those people in my life, and I probably don’t tell them often enough.

My family who is so supportive and protective of both of us, especially now. So far we are doing fine, but we all know that time will come when we will need to ask for help, and we know they are there waiting in the wings.

I wrote this little poem a long time ago, but it seems to be appropriate for this blog post.

HOLD MY HAND
Hold my hand
I need your help
Guide me to the right path
To people and friends I care about

Hold my hand
I want to know you are with me
Sharing my day, my existence
Hold my hand
I want peace and serenity in my life

Hold my hand
I love feeling your hand in mine.

by
Helene Moore

Love And Kisses

A sixty-one year love affair, still going strong, maybe stronger than ever. We met on a blind date. Recently I told Howard I didn’t want to go out on that blind date, but my Mom insisted, in fact she pushed me out the door. He was flabbergasted, said he never heard that one in all these years.

I’m so thankful I went out with him. He arrived in a rental car, having had an accident that day with his own car. He was fortunate that his uncle owned a Ford agency and loaned him a car.

He took me to little Italy to a restaurant named Maria’s. They took us downstairs and seated us at a nice table for four, so we had plenty of room. Howard ordered a bottle of red wine (still my favorite) and we had a delicious dinner, lots of garlic bread, pasta and music as we were surrounded by the 3 men walking around the tables playing wonderful Italian music. I was delighted, not only that but I thought Howard was wonderful and a very special guy. He listened as I talked and I think I talked the whole night. I arrived home around 3 a.m. and went right to bed, I had to be up by 6 to go to work.

The next day my Mom asked if I had a good time, and I told her I did, and hopefully, Howard would call again. By the second date we both knew…we met in September, became engaged after Christmas, and married in June, 1952.

Later, I heard that his Mom asked him if he had a good time, that first date, and he told him Mom, she is a nice girl, but she talks too much. The next day she said, she heard him on the phone, and he said he was talking to me.

We never get tired of talking to each other and to this day we enjoy each other and our conversations. We did it all with Love and Kisses.

I get a love not every morning with my coffee.

I once said, on National T.V. that we were two halves of a whole, while each retaining our own identity.
Try it, it works, as does love and kisses.
Keep love and kisses in your life.

Reflections Of Me: Me and Alzheimer’s Disease

Hard to take in this diagnosis, even the second time around. The difference is I’m not looking for the next thing to happen.

Instead I focus on each day, making loving memories, savoring my love notes every morning and all the kisses I get every day. It’s getting to be too many to count. I love them.

We’ve made peace with Alzheimer’s Disease. We have made our decisions, and our wishes known to the family and hope it’s a long time in the future for any further actions.

Alzheimer’s Disease is something that makes me sad for Howard. He is smart enough to know when he is losing it.

Last time, twenty years ago, he said his mind was like a sieve, pieces just fell through the openings. Sometimes just a blank page.

Thank goodness we have a great support group, they are very protective of us. Thank you all.

How many of you know someone who has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease two times??? I wonder, as I think the percentage is higher than I thought.

Meditation and journal writing for me is a tremendous help, as are all my friends and family and writing buddies.

Remember to Adopt A Caregiver. Give the gift that keeps on giving, and costs nothing.

Keep love and kisses in your life.

Alzheimer’s Disease AGAIN

Can you believe this one? My husband was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease 20 years ago. Obviously whatever was going on with him then never got much worse. But we had to keep it a secret because he was still working. As the years went by, and it was obvious it wasn’t A.D. the doctors would not take him off the A. D. medication. So from 1993 to 2000 he suffered from terrible stomach pain, that came and went for years.

Transfer to today, August 16th, 2013. We learned two days ago, by a second opinion, that this time he did have early, mild Alzheimer’s Disease. Even the Neurologist smiled and said, “Funky case, never saw anything like this one before.”

Anyone out there with this same experience?

The last time I kept everything inside, and published my journal from those years, Behind The Mask…..I thought it was so good to rip off that Mask.

Now that I can talk about it, I haven’t shed a tear, just feel overwhelmed. We even went out and bought cemetary plots……how’s that for jumping the gun?

It’s hard enough to hear this once, but to get slammed in the stomach twice..I think you get the picture.

Right now life is crazy. Making plans, doing things in fast motion, trying to slow down, but doing more than ever. At 82 I find myself doing an online writing course, which I am loving, but it takes up a lot of time.

Thank goodness for a close and loving family, almost all of whom live within a 30 minute car ride, some are very close, like a half mile and one mile… We are blessed and thankful for that. We do have a built in support group.

Every day I try to find things to be grateful for, and to find a little bit of beauty in my life. I meditate also, which helps and I read and read, and read. My escape from the reality of the world.

Next time I’ll talk about my writing, my writing group, and some books that I highly recommend.

Keep love and kisses in your life. And remember to Adopt A Caregiver. Give the gift that keeps on giving, without costing you anything.

 

Jump Write In: Reflections of Me

I’m going to jump write into into Reflections of Me: my Memoir stories.

July 4, 1931 I was  born. My mother told me two things that I will never forget.

1. I went in with a bang, and I came out the same way.

2. My father didn’t have a job and we were evicted from our apartment.

My first 10 tens were filled with love, parents, four grandparents, lots of aunts and uncles and a few cousins.

When I was little, I asked my Grandpa, “How old are you?” When he told me how old he was I said, “Oh Grandpa, you are so old, you should have died a long time ago.” They never let me forget that one.

We had a three room apartment, and I slept on a sofabed in our living room. My mother worked, and it as my job to wake her. That was hard, she never wanted to get up, and I had to leave for school, hoping she had gotten out of bed, or else I was  in trouble.

I learned to read at an early age, and I read everything I could get my hands on. The Bobbsey Twins, Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, and when I was ten and we moved, I cried at leaving all my books, and my big loving family.

My favorite toys were jacks and jumping rope, and playing with my cousin who was a year older than me. Living in Brooklyn, New York, my cousin lived in a six floor apartment building. Our favorite thing to do when it rained, was ride the elevator up and down, and run through all the halls.Till the super chased us out.

I was Goody Two Shoes, and I never took a dare. But one day, it happened. I climbed a telephone pole and then froze, I couldn’t move, couldn’t get down. I was more scared of my mother than the fire department. My mother scared me into coming down, and then whacked me for being so stupid to do such a thing.

Next installment: Moving to Baltimore, Maryland. Traumatic.

Keep love and kisses in your life.

Eighties Old? I’m Not Old

At 81 I’m learning new things, or trying to. Ipad, Iphone, IMindMap, Scrivener plus doing some ebooks. I hope. I was even thinking of doing some of my Memoir stories here on my blog, called Reflections Of Me. What do you think? Too ambitious?

I’ve also started a new writing group in my senior community. We have met 4 times. I’m loving it. Giving out  handouts about characters, show don’t tell, layering, and soon we will start on scenes. We also talk about questions for Memoirs.

I’m trying the book club and the computer club, jury is still out because I have so much to do. And I have to see my great grandchildren. often! My oldest lives less than one half mile from us, in fact she and her mother are coming for dinner tonight. Her Mom is making dinner. Tomorrow, we are seeing the other two great grandchildren. Fun…

Book: I recommend Defending Jacob.

Writing Prompts:

1. The little girl sat on the floor reading, she even turned the pages as she had this whole conversation with herself.

2. The boat drifted through a deadly storm.

3. She crept down the steps to hear the voices

So, what do you think? Should I start writing my Memoir: Reflections of Me on this site? Would love to get some opinions.

Keep love and kisses in your life.

Every Day Is A Gift, that’s why it’s called the present

After the heartrending tragedy at Aurora, Colorado, we should be especially grateful for our lives, our families, and all the wonderful little things that make up our day.

The smell of coffee, enjoying a bagel, having lunch with a child, grandchild, great grandchild, spouse, sibling, friend or anyone you like makes our day more enjoyable.

Seeing the sunset, feeling the evening breeze, smelling the flowers blooming everywhere, I could go on and on, but I have other things I want to talk about.

Book: I highly recommend The Underside Of Joy by Sere Prince Halversen. What a pleasure to read. Besides good writing and brought to life characters, the story is about love and loss, and the Solomon like decisions of life. I wanted to reread it as soon as I finished it.

Started a writers club in my new senior community. We are learning from each other, and I am loving it. We have been working on characters, and my homework is to do an I AM and talk about the character. Who she is, her purpose in the story, her fears and goals, description, and anything she is involved in to move the story along. Sometimes I use mind maps, IMindMap, or just put a circle on a piece of paper, draw out branches from the circle and fill in the above. This helps me brainstorm, and then I write the story in a couple of pages.

I’m also working on my writing prompts, and hope to put them in an e book soon. Three writing prompts:

1.The door crashed open, “Police.”

2. Point that camera somewhere else.

3. The experience left her shaken.

The idea is to be able to use this first line and start a story. It works and it’s a fun exercise to use for practice. Or possible for somewhere in your story.

Remember to keep love and kisses in your life.

Till next time.

Count Your Blessings

You never know what the day will bring. A phone call from an old friend, an email from someone you knew years ago. Someone might send you a plant, for no reason, you might get an invitation you’ve been waiting for.

You might get a dreaded diagnosis, or like some old friends, they received a phone call that their son was murdered.

Count your blessings! Get out that grateful list. Be thankful for everything you have, from the roof over your head, and the food on your table to your family and friends, people who care about you. Be thankful you are alive and that the universe is all around us, sending it’s energy to us.

Be aware of your surroundings, smile, say thank you, and hold that door open for those older folks. A smile can be worth everything to someone. Have compassion for those around you who are less fortunate.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene