Sweet Anticipation for a Baby Boy!


Silverstein quote


Anticipating someone.

Anticipating something.

Anticipating a someday.

A someday with immense

joy and dreams and love.

Anticipating our grandson.

Anticipating seeing his face.

Anticipating holding his hand.

Anticipating the moment we see 

Our daughter and son-in-law 

Realize what love really means.



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Still looking for fun in a totally not fun situation. Still positive. Maybe.


ThankYouThank you so much to my readers who have written so many thoughtful and kind comments since my stroke on August 8. Your remarks have meant the world to me! For those new to my blog, thank you for following me even though I have not written an abundance of posts in recent days. I was trying to write something every day or (at least) every other day until this disturbing bit of a problem entered my life!


I am on my way back to health. I better be on my way back! This is just not that fun and I am all about fun. I do not call five doctor’s appointments in one week fun…although one receptionist is a laugh a minute. If not for her…I might rather run with the bulls in Pamplona.




Spain would be nice this time of year. Way cooler than Texas. And I mean cooler in the weather sense…as in an average daily high of 79 degrees in Pamplona and a low of 59 degrees. In Dallas/Fort Worth, the temperature is 92 degrees and rising. Guess what? It feels like about 96 degrees…I do believe that summer forgot to leave. The low temp today might be 75 degrees. Yep…it is sweater weather in Texas.



So see…those bulls are looking pretty good right now. Besides…my right leg doesn’t work correctly yet anyway. My hand is almost back to normal. That means that I haven’t dropped anything in 24 hours…a monumental record in post stroke talk. Therefore…I am surely good to go to Pamplona.


One small problem…I probably should not fly for about two months. Let me rephrase that…DO NOT FLY for two months. I might better get a second, third or even fourth opinion on the flying business. I truly need to be educated on this flying after a stroke situation. The flight time from Dallas to Barcelona is about 12 hours. Of all the luck. I would have to walk up and down the aisle at least 48 times to keep my legs working. People would be so sick of my complaining and whimpering.




Did I mention that I need to have fun?




 I was a lousy flight companion even before the stroke decided to attack me. Even back then our own daughter had announced that she might not be able to fly on the same plane with me…unless we were going to NYC. I am certain that my husband feels the same way. I am able to behave almost quietly and calmly flying all the way to NYC…my favorite destination. On a flight to Hawaii with college friends (a long time ago)…the eight hour flight was too much. I started ordering drinks like all of the other passengers…and I don’t even like to drink. It was pitiful. I do not even remember receiving the lei of flowers upon arrival. However, there was certainly one in my suitcase.




So forget what I said about Spain. I have to follow these stroke rules. I will simply have to forget fun for a short time. I know that I am vastly lucky…I could have had to forget fun for a very long time.








Memories of Poems. Memorized Another Day, Another Time. Always Remembered.

Memorizing poems



Four of my most loved poems…kept safely in my memory. There are days that we can always use beautiful words…at least, that is how it seems to me!



Caged Bird

By…Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.


The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing tree

sand the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.


Where the Sidewalk Ends

By…Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

And before the street begins,

And there the grass grows soft and white,

And there the sun burns crimson bright,

And there the moon-bird rests from his flight

To cool in the peppermint wind.Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black

And the dark street winds and bends.

Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow

We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know…

The place where the sidewalk ends.



Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

By…Emily Dickinson

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I’ve heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.



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By…Rudyard Kipling


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

 ***The following is a link to a post from my blog…from February 15, 2017…about a graduate school professor who required that each student in our class would memorize “If” by Rudyard Kipling. We were one group of fearful adults!!




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Rhyme or Reason Not Apparent on the Texas Gulf Coast. Resilience…Apparent.

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At first silent and hidden, the deep turbulence in the Gulf of Mexico was waiting to rise to the surface. Who knew the future of the storm? Who knew the extent of the storm? Who knew that water would virtually fill familiar parts of Houstona city populated by 2.3 million people? Who knew about the inevitable and ensuing destruction of fun and lively Port Aransas? Who knew about what dismal travesty Hurricane Harvey would bring to Rockport and Victoria…and on and on and on. Who really knew?


Houston one


No rhyme or reason. Warnings. Disbelief. Some stayed. Some left. Decisions. Who will help the helpless? Who will help the very young and the very old? Where to go? What to take? Why?


Houston seven


And yet…the resilience of of the hurricane victims is unbelievable. Volunteers who own boats very quickly arrived to assist the professionals in the hundreds of rescues. The First Responders have worked alongside unknown helpers…people who saw a need and dropped everything in their lives to respond to the crisis. Just as I was writing this post, I heard the following statement on the evening news by a Houston resident…

“We have been blessed by the virtues of strangers.”




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Trying To Inhabit My Old Self.

train your brain

Today is day #18 since I had a sudden stroke while we were on our vacation in Colorado. I wrote a post on August 17 about the frightening ordeal, but I am just now realizing the mental ramifications. My stroke was mild compared to most. I was lucky…no doubt about it.


However, as the neurologist at the hospital said when I mentioned going home…”Do you not realize that you had a STROKE? Think about it. This is a very serious situation.”


“We have to put together a plan to keep it from happening again.”



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Some of the realities that have made me feel like there is a stranger inhabiting my own body…


1. I still cannot write with my right hand. I try to print, but a three year old would be much more successful. When I had some lab work completed this morning, I was told by the receptionist to sign in and wait for my name to be called. Are you kidding?  I wrote a crooked and not at all legible “Pat”. No last name. No birth date.

2. When I try to walk, I tend to veer severely to the right. It is like my car when the tires are not aligned correctly. Or when the steering wheel needs some heavy handed assistance to work smoothly.

3. I forget about my right hand not working correctly and repeatedly try to hold items. It doesn’t matter how heavy or how light, I won’t make it far without quickly dropping something.

4. I am unbelievably tired…100% of the time. My ability to focus is nearly non-existent. That is the reason that my posts have been so sporadic. I know exactly what I want to write for my post, but I cannot seem to stay with the task for several hours like I could prior to the stroke. This ability should return…I hope.

5. Really…I am not going to mention anything else. I don’t like to sound like I am a pitiful and whining puddle of emotions. Especially when I know good and well that I came out on the positive side compared to the majority of people having strokes. I just need to get my act together and find myself again…because I know that I can!



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Teeth As Bright As A Light. Necessary!




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Reasons why some children


to brush their teeth…


1. They think that it takes too much time!

2. Oh dear! They think that it’s boring!

3. They think that it is difficult!

4. They simply don’t understand it!

5. They don’t want help…too much pride!


Children…like many adults…are busy these days. They play sports, take dance lessons, piano lessons, go to baseball camp, basketball camp, gymnastics. Kids need to be taught why it is important to brush their teeth and exactly what will happen if they neglect their teeth.

With all of the electronic gadgets that children have available today, that little toothbrush might seem like a boring companion. Figure out a way to make brushing fun for your child! 

Teach them how to brush their teeth and have a dentist show them the ins and outs of brushing. It is frustrating to brush when your hands are small and you don’t know how to reach the back of your teeth.

Some elementary schools have a dental program for the students once or twice a year. A dentist and perhaps a dental hygienist checks their teeth, talks to the children about why they brush, helps them understand the importance of brushing. The best part…they get a little baggie with a toothbrush and toothpaste. Check with your school to see if they are planning for a dentist to visit the school.

Young children have huge amounts of pride when trying something new or sticking to a schedule. Brushing does need to involve a schedule. Sometimes children think that they don’t need help, but they do certainly need your help! Explain to them that every person needs help at some time or another.



For a little extra brushing support, find a group of children’s books on brushing teeth to read together! Some book choices that children enjoy…

1. Brush, Brush, Brush by Alicia Padron

2. Open Wide, Tooth School Inside by Laurie Keller

3. Melvin the Magnificent Molar! by Julia Cook & Laura Jana, M.D.

4. Pony Brushes His Teeth by Michael Dahl

5. Clarabella’s Teeth by An Vrombaut



A funny poem helps most situations!!!


brushing teeth poem



Finding A Happy Disposition In A Sea Of Disparate Negativity.


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Your disposition, your attitude, your demeanor precede you throughout your life. It is true…people can sense a poor disposition by the scowl on a person’s face. There was a time when I thought that a sad and discordant disposition was an inherited trait. I believed that there was nothing that a person could do if they were born with a negative personality. They were stuck with it. They just had to figure out how to live with negativity, how to simply give in to negativity, how to accept that they were the inevitable complainers. I changed my mind in the years after college when I was working at newspapers. I really changed my mind after I began teaching elementary school.


Nature vs Nurture…the debate that has continued through generations.


Blaming nature may be the easy way to explain away your far from positive attitude and lack of motivation. A coworker at a newspaper where I worked was a prime example…temperamental to the point of throwing things off of his desk; curt and rude answers; never thought that he was at fault for anything; blamed the general population of the city for any complaints about his articles; argued and yelled during staff meetings; stomped out of multiple meetings. His overall negative disposition and blatant behavior caused havoc for the entire staff. What a downer of a person. He was lusting for control of every situation.


One comment that he always made was… “I act just like my grandfather. I am proud of it!”…followed by “I could easily act a lot better, but I like the attention!”


He eventually lost his job. He never went back into the newspaper business. His disposition preceded him at every location where he applied. What talent he had! What a very fine writer! What research he completed for each assignment! And yet…he could not succeed in a competitive environment. The fault was completely his own.


I wonder how his upbringing came into play. Was he nurtured by his family? Was he taught to accept responsibility for his own actions? Was he taught to seek happiness even if it took a huge amount of effort? Was he taught the critical importance of behavior restraint? Was he taught about kindness?


Craig Jarrow wrote an interesting article on his site, Time Management Ninja…”21 Ways to Define a Positive Attitude”. Jarrow states that productivity in a job setting is contagious and your attitude is also very contagious. A positive and happy disposition can be contagious, but a negative and poor disposition can seem like a virus. In other words…a poor disposition can be a corrupting influence in any setting.

A positive attitude works in tandem with  a positive disposition.





“21 Ways to Define a Positive Attitude”

By: Craig Jarrow


  1. It is looking adversity in the eye…and laughing.

  2. Getting what you get, and not pitching a fit.

  3. Enjoying the unexpected, even when it’s not what you originally wanted.

  4. Motivating those around you with a positive word.

  5. Using the power of a smile to reverse the tone of a situation.

  6. Being friendly to those you don’t know.

  7. It’s getting beck up when you fall down. (No matter how many times you fall down.)

  8. Being a source of energy that lifts those around you.

  9. Understanding that relationships are more important than material things.

  10. Being happy even when you have little.

  11. Having a good time even when you are losing.

  12. Being happy for the success of someone else.

  13. Having a positive future vision, no matter how bad your current circumstances.

  14. Smiling.

  15. Paying a compliment, even to a total stranger.

  16. Tell someone you know that they did a great job. (And mean it.)

  17. Making someone’s day. (Not just a child’s…adults like to have their day to be special too.)

  18. It’s not complaining no matter how unfair things appear to be. (It is a waste of time…instead do something.)

  19. Not letting the negativity of other people bring you down.

  20. Giving more that you expect to get in return.

  21. Being true to yourself…always.


Your choice…adjust your disposition and have a positive attitude!


Choose to be the type of person that everyone wants to work with, to talk to, to collaborate with…a positive and happy disposition is a cohesive force!