Talking About Pain


Talking about pain is a funny thing.  Some days I want to ignore it, and try to act like I used to.  I push through, laugh, pretend, and then collapse in my trusty recliner a few hours or a few minutes later.

Other days, I need to talk.  I need to let it out, to vent, to cry, to have someone tell me that it’s going to be alright, to let the volcano erupt a bit.  And then rest, and pray, and just be.

The thing I am most grateful for is for my family and my friends who are there for me, whether I’m talking about it, or not.  The people who love me irregardless of how far I can walk, or how grumpy I may be acting that day.  The ones who can get me laughing.   To all of you…..I love you and I appreciate you.

If you are out there in internet world, and need to talk….I am here.  And better yet, there is One who will never leave and never forsake you.  Jesus is here also, and listening.  🙂  Love, Lisa

Love, The 50th Edition


“Love is a many splendored thing.”  That song title is a great description of the 50 years of marriage and love that my parents have shared together.  Growing up and watching my parents, I learned what true love was supposed to look like.  I remember them dancing in the living room after supper; part of me loved it, part of me was like, “Come on, Mom & Dad…parents aren’t supposed to actually kiss or anything.”  😉  But most of me was so happy that they were happy, and I knew that I wanted to find a love like that one day.  And happy ending…I did.

So here’s to two of my very best friends, my parents, on their 50th wedding anniversary tomorrow.  May your love continue to shine for many, many more years, because we all love to see the glow.   Love, Lisa

With A Little Help

friends dock

We Americans tend to be rugged individualists, and that can be a good thing and a bad thing.  Sometimes it’s good to work hard and stand without needing constant assistance.  But sometimes, we all need other people.  We need their encouragement, their laughter and smiles, and their help.  To help us stand a little taller, ease the burden for a little while, and let us know we are not alone.

So today, I am thankful for those people in my life….my husband, my parents, health care people, friends, and the list could go on and on.  Because “sometimes you can’t make it on your own.”  (U2, Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own, HTDAAB)  Thank you so much for helping me in this journey; you all make it much better. 🙂  Slainte, Lisa

A Winter’s Day Walk

I went for a lovely walk yesterday, and made a new friend along the way.  If there hadn’t been a big fence between him and me, I think he would have followed me anywhere.  I turned, he turned.  I took a picture, he would angle over and over for a better shot.  Frustrated model, I suppose.  Anyway, he was adorable.  The other cows looked rather bored with the whole thing, but patiently waited for me to leave.  A happy insertion into what I thought the walk would be.  May God bless you with an unexpected pleasure today.  Slainte, Lisa

“The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.”    -Erin Morgenstern

The cows watch my approach.

The cows watch my approach.

The cute, camera-ready cow poses for his blog pictures.

The cute, camera-ready cow poses for his blog pictures.

Moving in for his close-up  :)

Moving in for his close-up 🙂

Saying goodbye until my next walk (with another friend trying to get in some late picture action)

Saying goodbye until my next walk (with another friend trying to get in some late picture action)






Bounding Up the Hill


My dog Fritz is one of my heroes.  He is now 15 and a half years old, and going strong.  🙂  He can’t hear or see much anymore and has trouble with his back legs, but he doesn’t let that stop him.  He does laps around the house, “working out” as we call it.  He still enjoys his food to the maximum.  He still gets playful at nighttime.  And yesterday when I took him for a walk, I almost had to run to keep up with him.  Excited, sniffing, eager….and when we got to our final hill of the driveway, he was bounding and pulling at the leash going up the hill.  What an inspiration and joy he is to us.  My husband and I look at him all the time and say that he is what we want to be like when we get older.  Loving life and loving us.  What more could you ask for in a dog and a friend.  Have a blessed day, and bound up a few hills!  Slainte, Lisa