This blog is named after my dog, Dino the wonder dog. Other than that, this blog doesn’t have a lot to do with him, except that some days, when I am just too busy or too tired or have a migraine, I let Dino write my blog for me. On days when he has not taken over the computer, I write about my life – the past, the present and the future - my travels far and near and my home. I would love it if you would follow along.
been a fan of the amaryllis. My idea of a flowering plant is a plant that has both
flowers which bloom periodically and leafy foliage which it maintains year-round.
The only amaryllis plants I’ve seen grow tall stalks, break out in flowers
after a couple weeks and then wilt and die.
I found it
humorous that the websites I found which talked about the amaryllis claim that
it is easy to care for. The directions sounded rather convoluted to me. And the
payback seems to be little.
however, loved the amaryllis and seemed to get one frequently for Christmas.
She thrived on the anticipation of watching it grow on a daily basis, waiting
for the flowers to bloom. And then it was over.
flowers are beautiful, but I’m always left asking, what now? But maybe that’s
part of the beauty. That it was fleeting. That it would be there one day and
gone the next.
Hard for me to believe that it was only a few weeks ago, when I spent an entire weekend at Mom’s, that her amaryllis went from this...
to this ...
to this in only a day.
Two days later, it was gone. And so was Mom. Maybe that was all part of the plan.
read my last blog post – okay, it was the one that my dog wrote a week ago –
you know that my mom passed away on February 15. As Dino mentioned, Mom was at
our house for dinner on January 15 and the very next day her health began to plummet.
had a lot going on since then. Reading back over my blog posts since that day,
it may or may not have been easy to pick up on my struggles and my stress. I
plowed through each day and each turn of the corner for Mom, the ups and downs.
not evident in this particular post, what got me through was journaling. I
spent four nights and the majority of four days with Mom near the end, and when
she was asleep I had my trusty laptop in my lap, my fingers flying over the keys.
Thoughts and feelings that I wanted to capture in those moments, but not
necessarily share, at least not in the immediate future.
the file where I write these posts, I have a short list of Bible verses to pull
from when nothing comes to mind. The above verse was one of them. God is good.
He gives me – He gives all of us – what we need when we need it.
now, it is time for me to return to the land of the living, always remembering
Mom, but turning my attention to what lies ahead.
Lord, God, thank You for every breath we
take on this earth and thank You for the promise of eternal life so we will always be in the land of the living. Amen
My mom's favorite picture of her and Dad,
and the only one she gave me permission to share at her funeral.
here, helping Mom out. She feels really bad that she hasn’t blogged in so long.
Ok, it’s really only been a week, but to her it feels like so much longer and
she has enough on her plate that she doesn’t need to feel guilty about something
the deal. Mom’s mom, Granma Loehmer, died Wednesday night. The last time I saw
Granma was on January 15. She came over for dinner and had a really good visit
and I got to sit with my head on her knee coz she really liked that.
Next thing I
know, Mom’s going nuts coz Granma’s in the hospital, then in the nursing home
and then Mom was gone for four nights in a row, sleeping over at Granma’s. It
was a mess. Poor Mom and poor Granma too. But Granma’s in a better place now,
she has crossed the rainbow bridge and is with Mac, the dog they had forever
ago, when Mom was just a kid.
all for now. Just wanted to let you know what’s going on. Mom will write once
she has processed everything and has gotten caught up on showering me with
been terribly productive the last few weeks due to a myriad of issues on the
home front. One tiny thing I did accomplish, however, was finally getting this
framed, after it had sat on my kitchen counter for many months, since the hubby
brought it home.
that this proclamation doesn’t mention is that Lloyd switched from Republican
to Democrat (or vice versa, I forget) at some point in his political career.
Whether people agree with some of Lloyd’s policies or not, I think what says
the most about the man is that he always worked for his constituents and not
his party. What a change from politicians today.
Maybe if our
current leaders in high places had their priorities on the people they serve
instead of blindly following their party the world would actually be a better
place. Maybe they need to be reminded that that is what they are in office to
Some of you
may remember the blog I posted in August of 2012in which I was cleaning out my
freezer. From the frost on some of those packages, it’s hard to believe that I
had ever emptied the freezer.
Additionally, I did have dates on some of those packages and they were from
before the millennium. Oh, my.
my kitchen cupboards aren’t in much better shape.
with the deep freeze, I know that I cleaned this particular cupboard in the
last – five years at least. But no, the date on each of these items declares
that the “best by” date has long passed.
is: what exactly does “best by” date mean? Once that date has passed, can I
still cook with all these spices and seasonings? And at what point do they need
to be tossed?
At least the
molasses was an easy call. I know it is supposed to be thick, but honestly? It
was more the consistency of two day old pudding. And those bouillon cubes? Should
they be as solid as a bar of gold bullion? The only thing I do know is that
baking powder really does expire and will lose its power to raise (and lift and
separate?), but it’s only six months past the date. It should still work,
I go again. And wondering if I am closing in on my own "best by" date? Or am I just getting better with age?
years ago, a few of my co-workers started a Bible study on Tuesdays at seven
a.m. at the clinic. People have come and gone from the group and we’ve lately
been averaging anywhere from four to ten women each week. Only myself and two
other women remain from the original group.
studied books of the Bible and read other books. And some mornings we never get
to any book; we spend the hour in prayer or support of each other’s needs.
book we are reading now is “The Power of God’s Names” by Tony Evans. The
chapter the group just started is “Jehovah Rohi: The Lord is My Shepherd”. I’ve struggled with a few of the chapters,
but I think I got this one.
The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of
For His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the
shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort
You prepare a table before me in the presence
of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the
(Psalm 23, New King James Version)
think a lot of us Christians have these verses from Scripture committed to
memory. But don’t take them for granted; they are beautiful words which we need
to take to heart.
was going to break each verse down and give you my spin on it, but I don’t
think that’s necessary. I don’t think I have anything else to add.
Lord, You are our shepherd, our guide,
our protector, our provider. We would be hungry and cold and lost without you. We
worship You, we praise You. We thank You. Amen