tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22069332987679629162024-03-19T09:02:55.299-04:00No more yoga pantsMusings on a blessed and ordinary lifedbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-91630782524245842682023-11-09T13:50:00.001-05:002023-11-10T12:29:15.924-05:00Retreat<p> 2023 has been an exceptionally tough year. So much loss, lots of change ... it's been tough to process and work through. There have been some really great moments as well, but overall, it has been exhausting. It is during times like these that self-care goes straight out the window- who has the energy?</p><p>I went over and around some of the options available to me to help me get back on track and do some healing, but nothing was really appealing. I had no interest in doing something just to do it when my heart wasn't in it. So I did nothing ... which wasn't really the smart way to go about healing.</p><p>A few weeks ago, I spotted a Facebook post that immediately grabbed my attention. A young lady posted about the spiritually restorative personal retreat day she took at <a href="https://www.rollingridge.org/?fbclid=IwAR17sfbk_cvr0zImzB09AZyn1ZkLnAPocCM7LiPxdtHjV8fnlIFA5SDk8k4" target="_blank">Rolling Ridge Retreat and Conference Center.</a> What??? A personal retreat day??? I am familiar with Rolling Ridge, and they are not quite 8 miles away, but I had never looked closely enough at their offerings and missed this one.</p><p>Right away I reached out to book a personal retreat day and right away it was set up for me. I would have a quiet/sitting room to myself from 9 - 5 and had the ability to walk the grounds (38 acres) and throughout the building (except guest rooms and in-use meeting rooms). I could sign up for lunch or just do my own thing. Having heard about how talented the Rolling Ridge kitchen team is, I signed up for lunch. Then I began to count down to my big day.</p><p>Finally....my retreat day arrived. I did not set many goals for the day- I wanted to aim for as close to 2 miles of walking the grounds as I could get, significantly limit time on my phone, re-read a book about Advent and map out a sermon for December. Not a heavy day but still with some goals.</p><p>What I had not planned on was how immediately peaceful I would be. The building and the grounds are sacred and beautiful and private. I was assigned to a sitting room with lots of glass and lots of space to spread out and be comfortable. And the day was mine.</p><p>There was only one other group in the building- 9 ladies working on a sewing project of some kind. They were quiet and respected my space, although one of the ladies came in and asked if she could sit with me and read. I had no problem with that at all and we sat in quiet companionship and read our books.</p><p>Because I had set so few goals, they were easy to attain. I'd read, work on my sermon, walk on the grounds, read, work on my sermon, walk the grounds, then it was time for lunch. I ate in the dining room with the sewing ladies, but I had a private table. Honestly, I would have been fine eating with them, but this little touch of a private table was so thoughtful and helped me to maintain more peace. And true to all the hype, the kitchen team did a lovely job creating a delicious lunch.</p><p>After lunch I read, worked on my sermon, and walked the grounds for the last time. I left just after 4:15 when I felt ready to get going.</p><p>It looks like I had a day of not doing much but reading, walking, and eating. But this wasn't just a day off, it was a retreat. The idea of a contemplative retreat is to step away from the noise and busyness of life and take the time in solitude to pray and/or meditate and/or relax the mind, open the soul, and observe sabbath time. That's what I did. I am aware it was a luxury to walk away from my life for a whole day and I am grateful. I am perfectly fine being alone. I also feel closest to God when I am outside, especially in the woods.</p><p>What I had hoped for, and prayed on, was clarity. The weight of this year and what still lies ahead has left me physically and emotionally exhausted. Grief is like a minefield and constantly dodging the mines takes a toll. Spending time at Rolling Ridge gave me much of what I needed, because they have created a safe and special place where there is nothing to do but care for the self.</p><p>I felt so much more focused when it was time for me to head home. I re-read a book to set my mind on the right path for Advent. I drafted a sermon for Christmas Eve morning worship. I wrote a list of several things I've been pushing around and not doing, thereby making a commitment to them (because they are in writing). I spent time in prayer and in prayerful meditation surrounded by nothing but the sounds of dry leaves blowing and birds calling to each other. I logged 2 miles walking on the grounds and through the labyrinths. My mind and body and soul all received nourishment I could not provide otherwise.</p><p>If you have never taken any retreat time, I would strongly recommend it. It isn't easy to plan to be alone for that long without any structure. Maybe a guided retreat would help if you aren't good keeping yourself focused for long when you are alone.</p><p>More than anything, I have realized that none of us are so essential that it's ok to never care for ourselves. Sure, it's easy for me to say and sure I don't have the responsibilities that others have, but I have enough. And they weighed me down to a point where I was not sure how to get out from beneath them. This retreat was the way to begin to do that. I have clarity, am checking things slowly from my list, and I am worth the time and the effort. <i><b>I am worth the time and effort.</b></i></p><p>I am so very thankful to everyone at Rolling Ridge for creating this amazing space. I most enjoyed the Point of Pines Outdoor Chapel (where I just learned my friend Bonnie was married!). It was my favorite spot.</p><p>If you don't think you can take time for you - I say to you - you'd better, because you are the only person who can.</p><p>xo</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXTi_axDz-AcoUhF9GPTMyV89rvJwxz5-yYz_kQFLmj_j2uEYXdgjfFEEkGtKVO8_ows2pkLgEYkN1_gPZU0Ppsdn0n2CT7QQd-HAU8ysa2gIazppHxKXGW2gRcYRO0Rgy_DOBFf2Ewta8ttb92yT1S0ev88noUf16Oh2uXHqXSv0POhYHLaeWNne9vWr/s1800/400459260_10226074791030153_2878946568973966745_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdXTi_axDz-AcoUhF9GPTMyV89rvJwxz5-yYz_kQFLmj_j2uEYXdgjfFEEkGtKVO8_ows2pkLgEYkN1_gPZU0Ppsdn0n2CT7QQd-HAU8ysa2gIazppHxKXGW2gRcYRO0Rgy_DOBFf2Ewta8ttb92yT1S0ev88noUf16Oh2uXHqXSv0POhYHLaeWNne9vWr/s320/400459260_10226074791030153_2878946568973966745_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4o08Esv1J9OurJ-9Pqnq8XNqjt8FrJzoghaGDQ763S7PZdIvkzzoVvjahKHj6lDvJxvCGSRKPrNqou00iWX9gU3nnCecFTuTkLTKlnnbeKU7iz1I_c28KSEaGzSaudlbP2Ht5CeF-QlxYIOk_FIdtGCGl3MXyU_LSMpyvGNQBSIol4HqhaLooKfaITdJ/s1800/400512260_10226074790950151_628672723601462697_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy4o08Esv1J9OurJ-9Pqnq8XNqjt8FrJzoghaGDQ763S7PZdIvkzzoVvjahKHj6lDvJxvCGSRKPrNqou00iWX9gU3nnCecFTuTkLTKlnnbeKU7iz1I_c28KSEaGzSaudlbP2Ht5CeF-QlxYIOk_FIdtGCGl3MXyU_LSMpyvGNQBSIol4HqhaLooKfaITdJ/s320/400512260_10226074790950151_628672723601462697_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitulDvY2q0C1IwLgHThFBi8-eMT1lf3W4ssrufk4T2Z3x4SUKXyExBDBha2HUwu5UT86lYWvDokZ3j83_9OyIi2wnXdUbzJ68A-LsTJSZiDl1-gEZVNnI_AsLa8PUQMbBa0e5l7hdEDBtHXYD2-cAytoaQTXlbA8u8wdkXP5h_sUdEOTPnDrHmhX2POr-b/s1800/400542939_10226074791110155_2621707753031370408_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitulDvY2q0C1IwLgHThFBi8-eMT1lf3W4ssrufk4T2Z3x4SUKXyExBDBha2HUwu5UT86lYWvDokZ3j83_9OyIi2wnXdUbzJ68A-LsTJSZiDl1-gEZVNnI_AsLa8PUQMbBa0e5l7hdEDBtHXYD2-cAytoaQTXlbA8u8wdkXP5h_sUdEOTPnDrHmhX2POr-b/s320/400542939_10226074791110155_2621707753031370408_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvDlTmm_pRUXTiuJMBJ897Ww-0ER549aH0LkfU8lY6flaMXwAD6ybGxWzl4jSHLUwtr_zz3jIbip2elfTnDyqc9m-j-HZ3KDL4xBvrFrLVTwAZNEWgWY7snzIOM546Cx6Ao8PheLlmm7-JA7-qCZgcXTImmMNx2C0BVsdYGSeHjoGtr9jiIgpdJ4rHexy/s1799/400587104_10226074790910150_5830497157401462430_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1799" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSvDlTmm_pRUXTiuJMBJ897Ww-0ER549aH0LkfU8lY6flaMXwAD6ybGxWzl4jSHLUwtr_zz3jIbip2elfTnDyqc9m-j-HZ3KDL4xBvrFrLVTwAZNEWgWY7snzIOM546Cx6Ao8PheLlmm7-JA7-qCZgcXTImmMNx2C0BVsdYGSeHjoGtr9jiIgpdJ4rHexy/s320/400587104_10226074790910150_5830497157401462430_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-36888911405889145762022-12-11T20:26:00.000-05:002022-12-11T20:26:27.933-05:00I Did Not Want a Dog<p><span style="font-family: arial;">I am a cat lady. I love everything about them and cannot find fault with any aspect of their design or function. Sure, I had dogs growing up and I loved them, but as an adult I much prefer cats.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">My husband is a dog lover. He mentioned over the years how nice it would be if we had a dog, but our lives would never support dog ownership. We both worked very long days not close to home, and we knew it would be grossly unfair to have an animal in our family who needed more time and attention than we could provide. I also wasn't excited about dog claws on the hardwood floors or having to get out of bed super early to walk, and don't get me started on picking up poop. Oy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Then came pandemic. Suddenly, I wasn't working away from home anymore. This seemed like the perfect time to him, but I was not ready. I lost my beloved heart cat, Camille, in January 2020 and in February brought home Scout. Scout had a number of medical and anxiety issues we had to work through and bringing a dog into the mix wasn't going to help her. So...no dog.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">In March 2022, there appeared to be some light at the very far end of the pandemic tunnel. My office was going to reopen at some point (spring, then summer, then September) and I would very likely not be going back more than one or two days per week. So we looked for a dog.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Criteria</b>. Not a puppy, no more than 50 pounds, cat respectful, and cat savvy</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Result</b>. Peggy</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Peggy is a 6-year-old "guard" (formerly bully)/cattle dog mix who weighs 50 pounds and is cat savvy and fairly respectful. She's a cattle dog so herding is what she does with us and with the cats. She likes all her "sheep" to be safe and accounted for. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">She's got a DNA profile that's crazy....21 breed mixes: 38% guard, 25% Asian and Oceanian, 22% Herder, 7% Sporting, 4% Companion, 3% Terrier, and 1% Hound.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I knew from adopting rescued cats that life can be horrible for these animals. They are throwaways, strays, and many have no idea what love it. Helping a cat is one thing but helping a 50-pound</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> dog who thinks she's a cat and suffers from reactivity and anxiety is something very different.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>What I've Learned</b>. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Reactive is not aggressive</i>. She is the spokesmodel for reactivity to dogs, people, the FedEx and UPS trucks, and doorbells on TV. She reacts by barking really loudly and by sometimes lunging. It's because she's afraid. She isn't sure if who/what she's facing is going to hurt her or hurt her sheep, and she's letting the potential threat know she's there and watching. If the person in front of her hands her some treats, she'll sit like a good girl, eat them, then bark more. An aggressive dog isn't sitting and eating out of a stranger's hand. Always ask an owner before you advance or reach for <u>any</u> dog.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Dogs love new days & have no concept of time</i>. Every single morning this girl greets me with her butt wiggling and kisses and excitement for our new day. I try to take this lesson from her. No matter what happened yesterday, today is new and we should wiggle our butts and get to enjoying it. When we aren't together, she isn't aware sometimes of how long or short a time we have been separated. She's usually super excited to see each of us when she thinks she has not seen us in a long time. A long time to her may be 20 minutes, but I melt at how happy she is when we are reunited.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>She makes me brave</i>. I'm one of those people who loves being home. Pandemic didn't hurt me there. I'm fairly introverted and working alone all day is like a dream. But I also became one of those people who didn't go out much unless I had to because I would get anxious out walking alone in the middle of the day. Not anymore! Peg makes me feel so brave. We start most days with a 2-mile walk. Because she's reactive, I need to get her out while the world is still asleep. We also walk in cemeteries when we can and when we are alone. We are not afraid!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>The Dog Community is huge</i>. We have met more people and learned more about people we know who have dogs because of Peg. Customers my husband has known for years are different people when she goes to work with him. Suddenly they're on the floor playing with her and bringing her gifts. It is an amazing network.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>She isn't too old to learn. </i><i> </i>She's 6 we think and had what might have been zero training at any time before her foster mom, Donna, trained her. She's in the middle of her second training class now, and she's learning so many new things! These new skills take time, and we have to practice with her consistently, but she's doing great and she's learning.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>Dogs are not cats</i>. My vet has told me this 500 times. Every time we discussed something, and I would describe what I do or how I'm thinking, she smiles and reminds me that dogs are different from cats and it's OK to feed them more and give them treats. And the supplies...my cats don't need much but this dog...oy. Every time I turn around, I'm ordering her something (thanks Chewy!) and I can't stop myself. </span></p><p><i style="font-family: arial;">My cat stalks her. </i><span style="font-family: arial;"> Cats are not pack animals, and my Winnie is very fine pretending to be an only child. She ignores</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> Scout and Peg and just wants to hang with me. Scout, on the other hand, wants nothing</span><span style="font-family: arial;"> more than to be Peggy's BFF. Every night they snuggle after Scout (noisily) grooms Peg's face. It's really sweet. Scout is so happy to be with her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>What Makes Me Sad.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>She's pretty isolated</i>. I walk her in the dark in the morning, so we see as few people and dogs as possible. I walk her in the cemetery, so we see no one. We are her only friends aside from two dogs who live next door. In addition to being reactive, I do not think she likes other dogs. She's ok with our neighbor dogs, Noli and Mazie, but after a few minutes of being friends, she's done and ready to go. She doesn't want to hang once she knows she's safe.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>She can't go places like other dogs</i>. Until she's better about reacting, she can't be near other dogs casually. We can't go to Pet Smart because she'll lose her mind, so I do all her shopping. I can't bring her to my friend Sarah to be groomed, because if there are other dogs in the salon she'll lose her mind. I currently have a mobile groomer come to her we I can help keep her anxiety down. I know at some point we will get her to a better place, and I don't care if she never goes to the store, but I want her to be groomed by Sarah (at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AllThatJazzGroomingSalon" target="_blank">All that Jazz</a>), who is a kind and gentle and beautiful soul and would make Peg feel so loved and safe. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>She has a sad past</i>. She has no recorded history until the day the San Antonio dog officer grabbed her off the street (April 17, 2021). No one was looking for her and she was not chipped. They made that her birthday and shipped her to New Hampshire. Between June and November 2021 no one wanted her. We know she had puppies at some point. We know someone tied her up and left her, because if we leave her leashed and have to walk away, she begins to cry and whine. We know someone scared her so that she's afraid of every stranger. We know a man wasn't kind to her, because she's most afraid of men. We know that the person who finally adopted her in November 2021 treated her OK. but when he overdosed in February 2022, she was again homeless. On the bright side....we know her foster mom Donna taught her what love meant and how to be a good girl.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Looking forward with hope.</b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>She's made me love dogs</i>. I'm now a dog mom, and while I am also a cat lady, my heart can manage it all. I now must speak with every dog I see (after asking if it's ok first) and I must tell them how perfect they are.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>She brings out the good in all of us</i>. She has brought out the dog-dad side to my husband I hadn't seen before. He's so in love with her and she with him. They are adorable together. She reminds me to face every day with a butt wiggle and a new attitude. I have solved more problems and written sermons in my mind and had all kinds of fresh ideas on our walks. They do not just help me physically but spiritually and mentally. She has also made Scout braver. Scout was doing OK with us, but she's a different cat because of Peggy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>They know their name.</i> Peggy was her shelter name, but she knew it, so we kept it. It was my grandmother's nickname, which I took as a sign. She will also answer to Pegasaurus, Pegasus, Pegs, Pretty Girl, and Pegaroni.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><i>It's never too late</i>. One year ago, if you told me I'd have this 50-pound dog laying at my feet, I'd have told you to shut up because that wasn't going to happen. Sometimes I forget we have her then suddenly there's a Pitbull in my kitchen. We were not sure a 6-year-old could learn new things at training, but she can and is!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I say to you - if you want a companion, head to the nearest shelter with an open mind and an open heart and you will meet your new best friend.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">xoxo</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8HxEOikQQwqQtbCTKqlPx01uWN_70Iwflfgxu1lJuhvGj1EHdicWqFuZ4I11DOiybxfanSybgKbyr8zvgRpbC9gNAkmsulRgSHPt5sq0WbLSpfV6cdqID5QgxhEU6d764T26mISVFTKly9y57WFBcPD_I2ax-yhEyhX7S-38UXzy-oOV3_-zI8m33Q/s1081/thumbnail3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1081" data-original-width="1080" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8HxEOikQQwqQtbCTKqlPx01uWN_70Iwflfgxu1lJuhvGj1EHdicWqFuZ4I11DOiybxfanSybgKbyr8zvgRpbC9gNAkmsulRgSHPt5sq0WbLSpfV6cdqID5QgxhEU6d764T26mISVFTKly9y57WFBcPD_I2ax-yhEyhX7S-38UXzy-oOV3_-zI8m33Q/w252-h252/thumbnail3.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHxCdejm5tDUV_X373MSnIJ8pHZF-T1bGkWotunFUkSz4xHjvcI8QXdCm8P-pKKtUkhctXujXPkemk2Y9DJ1n27jjQLU6G9YFV87e7VoXFGu_Nn5vH314Rqx6AXj1ZngqCZp1AMCd-P2y-D4kA4dQGlmJOSBkwD9SK2yB5olpfs7VTQfx-RKLA23B0g/s1080/thumbnail2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Nothing below is intended to disparage any faith or any church - these are only my experiences.</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">In January 2017 I began to worship in the United Methodist church, joined the church in the spring of that year and my life has never been the same.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I was raised in the Catholic church and quit completely in 1986 for a variety of reasons. I joined the Protestant faith (UCC) in spring of 2002 and began a new journey toward building stronger relationship with God. I had never before had the opportunity to just sit and talk about the Bible and hear interpretations from anyone other than an ordained person. I had not experienced listening to a sermon that specifically and directly helped me to see how ancient Scripture applied to my life at that moment. The Open Communion Table was critically important to me. It was a wonderful time of growth and I made friends I still love very much. As life goes, that church stopped being the right place for me and I moved on and found a new faith.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">As I learned about the Methodist faith, I found so many things to love. I love the order of the Book of Discipline. I find it comforting that we are a connectional church - which means that every local church is linked to a network of churches and organizations that work together - we can do more together than we can alone. I most especially love the Open Hearts, Open Doors position my church, <a href="http://aldersgateumcnr.org/" target="_blank">Aldersgate United Methodist Church,</a> embraces. Our Communion Table is open to everyone. I have a faith family that is incredibly loving and supportive. What would be most important is how the role of the laity, from the very earliest Methodist movement, would be to me.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">On July 31, 2018, while driving home from my Aunt Joyce's funeral, I received my call to ministry. I recall being extremely peaceful that day. Her funeral, while incredibly sad, allowed me the gift of spending the day with so many people I loved. Maybe it was them or maybe it was, for the first time I ever recall, we sang during a Catholic funeral...I'm not sure. But I know my heart was open and the message came. It wasn't all booming voices or craziness like on TV - it was more of a strong thought that kept going through my mind - unlike other thoughts. I wasn't sure what to make of it and shared the story with my Pastor, who knew just what was happening. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">I took the exploration/discernment steps and determined that my calling would lead me down the path of Certified Lay Minister (CLM). This is not an ordained position and has no sacramental authority. The CLM is really, as my Pastor puts it, a liturgical theologian. What we can do is conduct public worship, care for the congregation, assist in program leadership, develop new and existing faith communities, preach the Word, lead small groups, and establish. "...<span style="background-color: white;">CLMs may provide leadership in many other contexts and have responsibility for other expressions of mission and ministry both within the congregation and in the community, district, or annual conference. </span><span style="background-color: white;">While CLMs can provide the essential guidance and pastoral leadership and services necessary for effective mission and ministry in churches, they are not intended to replace clergy, but rather to work beside them and with them as part of a team ministry." </span><a href="https://www.neumc.org/LSM"><span style="font-size: x-small;">New England Conference: Lay Servant Ministry/Certified Lay Ministry (neumc.org)</span></a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">Between June of 2019 and June of 2021, I took all of the courses I needed to take </span><span style="font-family: georgia;">(and then some)</span><span style="font-family: georgia;">. I filled in forms, had financial and criminal backgrounds conducted, completed a psychological evaluation and interview, repeatedly reflected on my path and prayed for guidance, and finally this week, I appeared before our district Committee on Ordained Ministry. I was really nervous, but really excited. This was the go/no go meeting and ... it's a <b>GO</b>! It's official. After nearly 3 years and endless growth, I'm so excited to continue down this path in a new way.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">What's next? I'm not sure. I will continue to serve Aldersgate as I have. I have an idea for a local prayer ministry I will be sharing with my Pastor. I will also serve where/if I am needed in our District. I am so excited to see what God has in mind for me next!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">This wasn't a trip I took easily or alone. Having an incredible support system made all the difference. My husband Brad has been my biggest and best cheerleader along with my Pastor, Reverend Rachel Fisher. Danielle and Jan were my official Ministry Team. Betty is my soul sister and has been wildly supportive. Pastor Chris, who was next to me as a fellow Mass$#%^ at our discernment weekend. Darla, a teacher for several of the on-line courses I took who has become an inspiration and a friend. There are many other people who helped me along this crazy ride, and I have been blessed by each of them. In the words of the immortal Grateful Dead...<i>what a long, strange trip it's been</i>. And it has only just begun.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">If you think you can't shift gears mid-trip I say to you...open your heart, because it's never too late to hear a new message that will change your life.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;">xoxo</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGt5VBIm0HQlztgzrHJvpsrUWMYrsQyinvZ4U0bUtpm-u1np01VGd50e1sXLAzBz1k37AX7c_j_dk37g8YsvuE-9xCcLbgqe5ZEhaQcW7Gnf11cOLJyGvHNmENfLlVuxJy8SlHe6dI7lO0M3qhntw1ZcE5IY9EJcPklCEiw43SRAzXwmdUNRKQ6CYAng=s1024" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="879" height="159" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGt5VBIm0HQlztgzrHJvpsrUWMYrsQyinvZ4U0bUtpm-u1np01VGd50e1sXLAzBz1k37AX7c_j_dk37g8YsvuE-9xCcLbgqe5ZEhaQcW7Gnf11cOLJyGvHNmENfLlVuxJy8SlHe6dI7lO0M3qhntw1ZcE5IY9EJcPklCEiw43SRAzXwmdUNRKQ6CYAng=w137-h159" width="137" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-26036664636400104142021-02-03T17:55:00.001-05:002021-02-03T17:55:42.630-05:00Tie it off<p><span style="font-family: arial;">When I was in 7th grade home economics I struggled with the hand stitching. I used to bring my "homework" to my Mimi (my grandmother), who had been a seamstress, and ask her for help. She'd show me the stiches and tell me that while I could do them fine, if I didn't learn some patience, I would never be good at sewing.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Sewing? Who wanted to sew? I was 12 and didn't care about sewing. It's an "<i>if I only knew then what I know now</i>" moment here. What I did not know then was that Mimi, who could knit, crochet, sew, and cook anything, had to drop out of high school and get a job to help support her family when her dad died. She could sew, so she did that. She sewed sugar/flour sacks. She sewed to help put food on the table. (<i>I blogged about her in 2014 <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2206933298767962916/8495251492624980423">here</a></i>). I could sew for fun, learn from the master, and spend extra time with my grandmother -- none of which I appreciated then. She passed away in January 2005 and I miss her still so much.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Fast forward to the pandemic we've all lived with for nearly a year. My Pastor, Rachel, shared that she picked up an old hobby her mom taught her - cross stitch. She got going again and is teaching her daughters. Her work is so pretty and so cool and I love that her girls are sharing that with her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Seeing one of her finished projects inspired me to find a hobby for me. So I ordered a couple of beginner embroidery kits and hit the hoops (so to speak). I heard Mimi in my head reminding me to be patient or it wouldn't work. I don't have her to help me with the stiches, but I have YouTube. I have completed two projects (below) and am about to begin another. My stitching is OK - not perfect - but I'm trying really hard to be patient while I do it and to channel my grandmother and imagine us working those pesky French knots together.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">I also think about how I missed the chance to learn this from her 45 years ago and I wonder if any of my three nieces would want to learn - it would be a super cool way to connect each of them to her (and connect us). I will have to <strike>force it on </strike>mention it to them soon.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">If you think you're too old or it is too late to learn something new - I say to you - BS. Learn it. E</span><span style="font-family: arial;">xtra points if you can learn it from someone who lives it rather than from YouTube.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">xoxo</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6ztPKxTe-NzZG5ijPSEA9I4NpEfl113u8Q-oq_JjP7KJDNorTHX8JdvZ5sWZGIfBucbq9e8WAk8sYGzP33Hv-GthW8dtMq2foXpcZrym9OMfVuFzzD97x7jJzgk8BuRU-Fh7NlCwDHxq/s2048/Embroidery_Deer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1631" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6ztPKxTe-NzZG5ijPSEA9I4NpEfl113u8Q-oq_JjP7KJDNorTHX8JdvZ5sWZGIfBucbq9e8WAk8sYGzP33Hv-GthW8dtMq2foXpcZrym9OMfVuFzzD97x7jJzgk8BuRU-Fh7NlCwDHxq/w168-h211/Embroidery_Deer.jpg" width="168" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3MN-X3PwGCGoJM2tAwnYSeKKm-KIgtTdFGXWX9MZUolxtvJ2o6vsrBpr4D1EVh_4ArZ5TgnuTYzlV-tsEXnSwLcnAHHBSLksa0zsoSeRMUfVG2geaULVvS0xTAhJ2slyWatVxrC_lurI/s2048/Embroidery_Camper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1945" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF3MN-X3PwGCGoJM2tAwnYSeKKm-KIgtTdFGXWX9MZUolxtvJ2o6vsrBpr4D1EVh_4ArZ5TgnuTYzlV-tsEXnSwLcnAHHBSLksa0zsoSeRMUfVG2geaULVvS0xTAhJ2slyWatVxrC_lurI/w209-h220/Embroidery_Camper.jpg" width="209" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-76597557615474705172020-01-16T17:31:00.003-05:002020-01-16T17:31:53.437-05:00Your wings were ready ... my heart was not<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's not always easy to say good-bye, and today my husband and I helped my best girl, Camille, cross the rainbow bridge. My heart is broken at losing her, but also filled with joy for the blessing of having known her and been loved by her for 13.5 years.</span><br />
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<b></b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camille Bellofatto Keimach</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">July 10, 2004 - January 16, 2020</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camille, the best girl and most beautiful house panther, crossed the rainbow bridge today. She fought the good fight against kidney disease, but ultimately she decided enough was enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She leaves behind her mom and best friend, De, her dad Brad, sisters Jill and Kayla, and her fur sister Winnie. She is also survived by her grands, Pat and Nick, both of whom she loved to kiss, and her governess, Sarah, whom she loved like another mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camille's early years are a mystery, but she rescued De in June 2006. She was a guest of the Melrose (MA) Humane Society and her foster mom, Claire, knew these two were meant for each other. From the day they formed a new family, Camille was worshipped, as she should have been.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camille loved to take the night shift on security - moving through the house and keeping watch. Sometimes her movements involved chasing noisy toys or charging up and down the basement stairs so she could slam through the cat door. She always made it a point to report what she observed to her mom, often around 2 a.m., and figured they might as well have a snack while they were up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She loved to eat, and mealtime was her favorite. She was affectionately known as Big Ben, due to her ability to begin shouting for dinner at the exact same time every night. Next to eating, Camille loved to nap in a number of favorite spots. She had special blankets all around the house so that she would always be comfy to her specifications.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was very generous with kisses and with chatter. She most especially loved telling her mom stories. She could keep a secret and love to gift you her toys. You never knew if you'd find a gift in your bed, or your shoes, or your gym bag. Her family realizes that keeping her an indoor cat spared them "gifts" from the outdoors.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De most especially wishes to thank the veterinarians, Dr. Kastner and Dr. Hascall as well as everyone at Park Street Veterinary Clinic in North Reading for taking such excellent care of Camille (and of her). They made Camille's last moments peaceful, and warm, and respectful. They are all angels and De and Brad are so grateful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her passing leaves a hole in her family, but they were blessed to have known her and to have been chosen by her to love. In her memory, her family asks for friends to make a donation to the shelter or rescue of their choice to give other cats the chance to live a good life, and also asks that friends remember to adopt and not shop - shelters are filled with cats waiting for moms and dads.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rest in peace sweet girl đź’–đź’–đź’–</span><br />
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<br />dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-60678172260337073742019-12-30T14:40:00.001-05:002019-12-30T14:40:14.683-05:00Limping into the new year<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It is that time of year when many are gearing up to make resolutions, and lists, and plan to become different or better versions of themselves. It's what we do. I've done it some years, other years I have created the list on my new year, my birthday, and other years I've just limped along into the new year knowing that I was not well-positioned to make major changes. This is one of those years … I've got no extra energy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Those who know me, know how much I love cats and how much I worship my two, Camille and Winnie. Camille, my little old lady at 15.5, has been fighting the good fight against kidney disease for a while, and recently went into kidney failure. Her downhill seemed really fast to me. I work with her vets to ensure she's comfortable and do what I can for her, which includes a couple of meds, special food, and twice weekly SQ fluid injections (which is not as easy as it looks). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Camille rescued me back in June of 2006 and has rescued me every day since. It is breaking my heart bit by bit to watch her go from the fighting machine she was to this frail little panther. I am ready to ensure she does not suffer and will know when that time is here, but that time is not now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because I've had so much energy invested in her, I haven't had as much to spread around. There are no holiday decorations up this year (save for the white lights around the mantle, but I leave those up all year). I have not sent cards. I purchased every gift on line and didn't enter a store if I didn't have to. For some reason known only to her, Camille can't seem to sleep much. So I'm up with her pretty much every two hours every night. Most often she just wants to snuggle, which I do. Sometimes she wants a snack. Whatever she needs, I'm awake with her, but I am also absurdly exhausted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I also hurt my IT band in November, which makes moving in certain ways painful or impossible and it has kept me from the gym. :(</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I'm reading all the helpful new year-new you lists, I see some nice ideas but am not really recording them. Until I looked closely at some yesterday and realized they aren't about "new" but about "you" and self care (<a href="http://findingjoy.net/2020-mindset-goals/?fbclid=IwAR0GMWOGBQrXxYS_CJDJ1F9WHTu9zMz-KLU8xa8U9Mm7GauxdSD3kFzxYk8#.XgpPH3dFxet" target="_blank">here</a>). Many thanks to my friend Shirley for posting it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe resolutions really do need to be about self care and not a complete makeover. I'm not going to wake up a different person on Wednesday, but I can be sure to get some time in each day for me - it's not selfish - it is necessary. Caring for the caregiver should be as important as taking care of everyone else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While I can't do much at the gym, I can walk on the treadmill, so that works. While I can't force or help Camille to sleep, I can make sure to fit in short naps if possible, or at least set aside a little quiet time to recharge. While I can't slow down her disease, I can make sure I let her know every chance I get how loved she is, which will help me come to terms with this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you think you have to go big or go home, or that you aren't important enough - I say to you - step back and resolve to give yourself what you need. It's enough. You are enough. And you are worth the effort. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-19425307306711856442019-04-07T16:55:00.002-04:002019-04-07T16:57:28.247-04:00I thought I was going right home...Two weeks ago, I woke up with an ear infection. The post is about the ear infection, but largely about how fast things change and how much that shook me.<br />
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I took myself to urgent care first thing Saturday morning, learned I had a pretty standard infection, received a prescription for some heavy duty ear drops, was told to take Tylenol for the pain, and went about my business. The provider advised that I would not feel better until late Sunday or early Monday, but that it seemed pretty run of the mill. It would appear that I am anything but run of the mill, and if something whacky can go wrong, it will.<br />
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Saturday night was not good. I was not compliant regarding the medication, and took Excedrin instead of Tylenol. My jaw became so sore that it hurt to chew - hello scrambled eggs for dinner. I slept little and figured that Sunday would bring improvement. On Sunday, Brad went up to Maine to see our girls for the day, but I felt too crappy to go. I went to church then came home. As the day wore on, I felt myself deteriorating. The pain became so much worse, that I was taking 2 Excedrin every 3 hours. I couldn't chew anything and my ear was completely blocked. I hesitated to bring myself back to urgent care, in part because the idea of the drive was beyond what I could manage, but also because Brad was not home and I did not want him making the 2 hour drive home worried about me. When he arrived home, we went right to urgent care. I figured they'd give me some antibiotics and I'd go home.<br />
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Because at this point I was not able to completely close my jaw due to swelling around my ear, the provider was planning to send me to the emergency room of the closest hospital (Winchester Hospital, in Winchester MA). As she and I were speaking, a wave of dark dizziness washed over me - I told her it was happening then out I went. I opened my eyes to see a stranger standing over me telling me that I had just had a seizure and asked if I had a history of seizures.<br />
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What? Of course I do not have a history of seizures. WHAT? A seizure? What the BLEEP just happened? I was immediately alert and able to answer all questions. I had not lost control of my motor skills or any parts/functions in my body. The provider advised that she had called 911 as per their protocol and that I would be going to Winchester in first class style. I told her to go get my husband before any fire engines and the ambulance pulled in. Poor Brad. We had literally been texting 5 minutes before and now two people are running to him and bringing him to me.<br />
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I went to Winchester for a CT scan to ensure the swelling around my ear had not morphed into something bad. They were going to admit me, so I sent Brad home. Our plan was that he would go to work for a while Monday, then come get me when I was discharged. Not long after he left, the ER doctor came in and advised that he and the ENT doctor determined that my ear wasn't as much of a concern as the seizure was. They wanted me to go another hospital for an MRI. I told him that, despite having zero medical training, the passing out was due to too much Excedrin, no sleep and very little to eat. He advised that, due to his medical training, that sounded good, but it would not have caused that reaction. He said that the seizure was low on the scale, but they wanted to ensure they covered all bases. He wouldn't send me if I refused to go, but he thought it seemed like the right thing to do, so I went.<br />
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I was on the midnight express to Lahey Hospital (Burlington MA) and there I remained until 1 p.m. on Monday. I had an MRI (thank you Diazepam!!) and it was clear. They fed me, medicated me, and helped me feel better. I went home, and today, two weeks later, am nearly better. It was a pretty good infection and it's in no hurry to go, but it is going and I am getting better.<br />
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Throughout the entire ordeal, I wasn't worried or afraid. What I was most focused on was how fast it all happened. One second I'm speaking and looking forward to going home and the next I'm in an ambulance hooked up to an EKG and going in the opposite direction from home.<br />
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When I got home Monday, everything was exactly as I'd left it. The sofa blanket I pushed aside when Brad got home was right there - I always put the blankets away at night when I go to bed, but this was right on the sofa where I had been sitting. My water glass was on the end table and not in the sink, where I'd have left it. I thought I was coming right back. And I left everything as if I was. How many people who went to an ER that night didn't come home? How often do we imagine "later" and delude ourselves into thinking there automatically will be a "later". Just because there always has been doesn't guarantee anything. Is my life in order enough so that if I have no more "laters" everything makes sense? The answer is <i>no</i> and Brad and I added that to our immediate list of things to do. <br />
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I also spent lots of time thinking of what I take for granted. Do I appreciate the people around me enough? I like to think I do. I cull the weeds and step away from people who are not bringing positive energy into my days and who do nothing to try to be positive. I remove people from my life who are hurtful and who aren't deserving of my energy. I do not abide by the "but you HAVE to speak to this person or you HAVE to speak to that person". No - I don't. I keep my tribe limited to those people I care for and who care back. Two way street or nothing. Appreciating myself is on the list - if I don't care about me and for me, no one else will. It's my job and the responsibility belongs to no one else.<br />
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The experience shook me up and I can't stop thinking about how fast everything can change. I'll be working on ensuring things are ready for when there is no more "later" for me. I challenge you to do the same. It's not easy or pleasant to think about, but that's life. If you feel like you can't, I say to you - if not you, then who? Run your life - own your life. Cherish the "nows" and look forward to whatever "laters" you get. Fill your life with people who matter to you. If there's someone you miss, reach out to them and let them know. If there is something you want to do - do it. Live the best life you can and enjoy every second of it.<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During 2017, I allowed myself to become a little lost. Family issues, work stress, losses....it was too much, and although I tried to keep myself moving forward, I began to feel as if I were operating under water with no way to reach the surface. Enforced time off in late December (<i>use it or lose it</i>) made all the difference. I took the last three business days of the year and stayed home to regroup. I needed to purge and head for the surface.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">Anyone who has ever completely dumped a closet knows what I mean when I say that it is one of those tasks put off until necessary, but so very helpful and so awesome when completed. It is also one of those tasks where you can relax your mind and let it roam. During the first closet purge, my "De 2.18" plan was born. <span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; display: inline !important; float: none; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">It will be all about making a number of areas of my life easier to navigate.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I decided to focus on a number of areas with changes to be made in small increments. I know me and if I'm overwhelmed, I'm out. Bite-sized works. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have lived in our house since late 2009 and it's amazing how many things we have accumulated that we really don't need. It is time to go room-by-room and clean out, shape up, scale back. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love my job and I work with the best team on the planet. I will keep my work tasks fresh and focused - for me this will mean a new list each week and no more "multi-tasking", which isn't really effective. Trying to do too many things results in nothing actually being accomplished which piles on the stress. Over that!</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since joining a new church last year, my soul has been fed and charged and renewed - my church family is a wonderful blessing to me. My sweet friend Maryellen gifted me with a journaling Bible this past Christmas and an offer to help me study. She found an app for us to use as our guide. Soul food coming up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><u>Home</u>: the purge continues! Closets completed and kitchen cabinets in process. Every cleaning requires a 100% empty and careful re-stocking. Man does this feel good. No one else may know when they walk past a cabinet how awesome it is inside, but I know and I'm loving being so organized.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><u>Work</u>: The lists are really helping. I'm focused and far more productive than I had been. I also feel more relaxed and better able to manage my time.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><u>Soul</u>: Working through 1 Kings and studying the Bible for the first time ever. This is just awesome for my soul and for my relationship with Maryellen - it's so special to share like this.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><u>Self</u>: My goal was to start back at the gym on the 16th and I did that. I'm aiming for 3-4 mornings each week, but won't beat myself up if I don't always make it. What's more important to me is how much I'm enjoying it. My husband is my greatest cheerleader, and it's fun to send him updates each morning after a workout (and it keeps me accountable).</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So far so good this month. Small changes with great results. For me, all of the underlying reorganization is helping me to feel more focused and more patient and more productive. I need order and now that I have begun to restore it, I know I'm going to be able to keep moving forward.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i>February ideas </i>(to be added onto January items): Celebrate my heart during the AHA's Go Red month; add in 2 1-minute planks every day; dust off my flute and see about finding a teacher - I miss it; spend time with friends and family; and, get back to regular blog posting. Perhaps a monthly journal of <b>De 2.18 </b>to keep me on task. Watch this space next month!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you feel as if you have too many things to do and do not know where to begin - I say to you - break it down and make one change at a time. You will be amazed at what you can do so long as you remember you are always a work in progress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-35874800778469972272017-08-04T18:21:00.001-04:002017-08-04T18:21:03.199-04:00Cattoo<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've always thought I'd like to have a tattoo. I never felt strongly about getting one, largely because I never found the right image. I also never really searched for the right image, and decided to just leave it all up to fate.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While this is a pretty personal decision, it did matter to me what Brad thought. He has no desire to have one, but he's been super supportive, which really made it easier for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It might have been a year ago or so when I saw an image I knew would be my tattoo. There was something about it that just spoke to me. Anyone who knows me knows I am a cat lover. It would only stand to reason that I would choose a cat image - a "cattoo" if you will.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Between the day I found the image and this week, I never got my cattoo. I wasn't sure where to go. I wasn't sure what to do. Maybe I was afraid of the pain or knowing that I was making a super long-term decision. After not doing much of anything, I finally found a shop, made an appointment and went for it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finding the right place isn't easy. I had a couple recommendations that didn't work for me. One shop that came highly recommended wanted me to come in for a consultation because it was my first art. What? I'm 53, not 20 and drunk and doing it on a dare. Pass. Let's not make this harder than it needs to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My artist, Ryan, is a young guy. Half my age. So...I felt like grandma who walked in the wrong door sitting there with him. But he knows his stuff and he's a very talented artist. And he made sure my experience was a great one. The entire ordeal took just under 10 minutes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did it hurt? Yes it did. Honestly though, it wasn't like any other kind of pain. I get migraines and the pain from those can render me useless. This was more like Ryan was pushing a sunburn into my skin with a little machine. And when he was finished, it no longer hurt. And I had a cattoo. My nephew called me a badass for choosing the inside of my wrist as the spot, but I really want to be able to look at it, so hiding it didn't make sense.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has only been a couple days and so far so good. I have been very compliant about using the healing cream and following healing instructions. And I love my cattoo. It's perfect for me and this just seemed like the right time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">If any of my local friends take the plunge, call Ryan and tell him I sent you. I'll even go with you if you're nervous.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We visited the </span><a href="https://rangeleyflyshop.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rangeley Region Sport Shop</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to get outfitted and schedule time with our guide (and shop owner), Brett. Bright and early on our last day of vacation we headed deep into the woods and learned to fly fish. What a fantastic experience it was. From Brett's firm yet gentle tutoring to the peace and beauty of the deep woods - it was awesome. And, for anyone who thought I'd never do something like this.... here you go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year, we went to the shop as soon as we arrived in the area - before we even checked into our cabin - to set our time with Brett. We both had shiny new fly rods to use and we were looking forward to getting out. Again, we chose the last day of vacation - what better way to end our time in this wonderful place?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jill came with us and we had another awesome day. Weather - location - company ... could not have been better. And...we all caught (& released) fish! Just a note - when you head out to enjoy nature, make sure you're with someone who has a deep love and respect for it, because it will make all the difference. Brett clearly loves nature and the woods and what he's doing. Each of us caught fish and he carefully showed us how to remove the hooks and release the fish without harming them. I'm not sure if he's aware of this, but each time he released a fish, he gave it a couple of gentle pats....it is a kind and beautiful and respectful gesture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">While we were fishing, I found myself almost in a trance (disturbed only by the black flies and mosquitos). I wasn't thinking about anything or speaking to anyone or focused on anything other than my task and was completely present in the miracle of the moment - something that doesn't happen often enough. The other time it does often happen is when I'm at church. I'm just there...enjoying the miracle of the moment.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">When we finished up, I commented to Brett that it was so peaceful, it felt like church. His response, "yeah - if church had black flies". It was the perfect response because, for me, it was a combination of elements - fly fishing, peace, my family, the miracles all around me, black flies and salmon and brook trout - that made it perfect.</span></div>
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A dear friend of our family, someone I've called "cousin" for 50 years, passed away on June 5th. The decision to go was his, and the aftermath of sadness, hurt, and pain has been very difficult to deal with. To help myself come to terms with it, I've been trying to find some kind of positive in an otherwise heartbreaking situation.</div>
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On the day of Joe's funeral, I was chatting with Sandy, a long-time close family friend. She was looking around the room and commented on how many people had come from all areas & phases of his life to pay their respects. Joe had an impact on everyone he met. Sandy wondered if he knew what he meant to all of these people and she commented that she would want to know what she meant to people now and not have people wait until she had died to talk about it. I was 100% in agreement with her.</div>
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We go about our days, doing our thing, but do we ever pay attention to what kind of impact we have? Did we make anyone's day better (or worse)? Did we<b><i> </i></b><i>try</i> to make anyone's day better (or worse)? Did we let the people who had an impact on our day know that? People don't always realize what kind of difference they're making - especially if no one tells them.</div>
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It's hard to be human sometimes. We operate in a relatively civilized society and we can't always say or do everything we wish. What we can say and do are good things. Tell people when they've had an impact on you. Something really small to you might be huge to them. Let people know you care about them. You know how sometimes you'll think of someone out of the blue? Reach out to them if you can. All those "friends" on Facebook -- say hello -- right on their page. Send private notes if you've been out of contact for a while and you miss them. The key is to be sincere. If you aren't feeling it, don't do it. People really can tell, so keep focused on keeping it real. And be open to letting people tell you what you mean to them. It's sometimes hard to take a compliment, but learn to do it gracefully.</div>
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You have the power to change someone's day and, possibly, their life. Don't think so? Try it and you'll see. In giving, you will receive. Not only will you feel good knowing that you've helped someone to know how important they are, but you'll be opening the door to have that come back to you.</div>
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My cousin and I did keep in touch. We said hello and shared funny cat things, and loved mocking people who don't use their blinkers ("blinkahs"). I try to comfort myself into thinking he knew how loved he was.</div>
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If you don't believe your words could have an impact on anyone - I say to you - let them know anyhow. Because you really can't imagine how big a difference you can make.</div>
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Rest well cousin...you were very loved and I will never forget you ♥</div>
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dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-8895824345688481152017-05-27T17:39:00.002-04:002017-05-27T17:39:40.571-04:00Can I Hear You Now?<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most everyone who knows me in person knows that I've had some hearing loss all of my life. It was in the mild-to-moderate range most of the time. I learned to adapt, and became quite the lip reader without even realizing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Over time, as with most body parts, my ears got worse and finally, after Brad asked for the 1,000th time, I made an appointment with audiology. He was sad last summer while we were on vacation and I couldn't hear the loons from our cabin. And that made me sad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not sure why I waited. I certainly knew I was missing out. There were things I didn't do (or did not enjoy doing) and places I did not go because I knew I'd have trouble hearing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I kept my appointment and met with an awesome audio-tech named Marlene. Marlene became the bridge between my old life and my new life. She performed all kinds of testing, sent me to the audiologist, then brought me back and walked through everything with me. The kind of loss I have isn't a straight line, profound loss. It's a crazy graph. I can hear some things just fine, and other things not at all. I can't hear much directly behind me. This kind of loss would limit the types of hearing aid available to me, but could make me eligible for cochlear implants at some point in the next few years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we tried out the first aids and it was crazy. Suddenly, I could hear freaking everything. EVERYTHING. We walked out into the lobby of the medical center so she could gauge how I was doing with them. Who knew people shuffle their feet so much? Does every door slam so loudly? Must people laugh at the top of their lungs? Funny story >>> we were near the front desk and she had me with my back to that area to determine if I could clearly hear the people speaking. I could then I told her we should leave before we had a HIPAA violation. She started laughing and asked "Who says that? You work in insurance?" <<< compliance people can be funny</span><span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><b><span style="background-color: white; color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:)</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In October 2016 we attended a benefit for the <a href="http://www.nrfoodpantry.org/" target="_blank">North Reading Food Pantry</a>, hosted by <a href="http://www.aldersgateumcnr.org/" target="_blank">Aldersgate United Methodist Church</a> (<i>Taste of North Reading</i>). We were looking forward to sampling food from local eateries and supporting the food pantry. The event did not disappoint. Yummy food, super cool raffle baskets (we won 3!) and some incredibly nice people. The Aldersgate Pastor, Rachel Fisher, and her husband Sam kept us company during dinner. They might have sat at any table - I think they knew everyone in the room. Instead, they ate with two strangers. I felt like I had known them forever by the time dinner was over.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">That night, for the first time in a long time, I missed being part of a church family. My husband suggested I visit Aldersgate, seeing as how I now knew the Pastor and it's very close to where we live. I hesitated a little, because I wasn't clear on where the Methodist church stood on inclusion - that is very important to me. As soon as I visited the church's website, I knew - they have a statement of inclusion posted right on the home page. I was so happy to see that & it sealed the deal.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial";">In November, I brought my little <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Winncamart?ref=hdr_shop_menu" target="_blank">card business</a> to the Aldersgate holiday fair. Not only did I sell some cards, I met many nice people. I was ready to go back to church and was going to this church -- as soon as the holiday season was behind me. </span></div>
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</span>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-34825097716035108972016-02-04T19:02:00.000-05:002016-02-04T19:02:59.031-05:00Little Yellow Pouch<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Inspired by <b>Mama Kat's </b>writing prompts <b>(<a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank">Mama's Losin' It</a>) </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>Write about your proposal. Were you surprised?</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">While I had pretty much decided on our first <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">date I was going to marry Brad, it took a while to get there. When we had been dating about 3 months he gave me a Claddagh ring in a little yellow<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> satiny p<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ouch. I love<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">d the ring<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">, but made him take <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">back th<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">e p<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ouch. I<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">t is refi<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">llable I told him.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Seven months later we<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> bought a house and <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">settled into a new life. Before we bought <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the house we did talk about getting married. I wasn't going to push him<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">, but </span></span></span></span>I needed to know h<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">e was thinking to same way. He assur<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ed me <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">he was and <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">that was that. I amazed myself with my patience - I didn't bother him about it a<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">t all</span>.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">On<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> a rainy morning in A<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ugu<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">st, <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">nearly a year after we move<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">d into our house, I sent him out for a special, locally-produced maple syrup<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He returned, <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">presented me with a differen<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">t syr<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">up and the yellow satin <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">pouch. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">When I finally turned my attention from the wrong s<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">yru<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">p to the p<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ouch, I was completely <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">surprised. Inside was a beautiful engagement ring - <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">j</span>ust what I wanted. I'd never been engaged before, and it was <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">awesome...<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">e</span>xciting and surreal and crazy and wonderful.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What made the <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">day eve<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">n more <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">special </span>was that it was <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">my grandparent<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">s' wedding anniversary. They have both<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> been gone for some time and Brad had no idea.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And that was the story of our engagement and the beginning of the next incredible leg o<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">f our journey.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">If </span> </span></span></span></span>you think life doesn't hold any happy <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">surprise<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">s </span>for you - I say to you - oh yes it <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">does. <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Be sure to kee<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">p yourself open to receiving them.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-19984603931486137812016-01-18T20:40:00.001-05:002016-01-21T18:05:35.318-05:00The last time my heart melted was because...<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Inspired by <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank">Mama's Losing It</a> writing prompts</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">#1) The last time my heart melted was because</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I met my husband 7 years ago and he's probably caused my heart to melt 8 zillion times. He is a kind and good man. There is one time though, that really stands out. I still can't tell the story without tearing up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">During the summer of 2014 we were vacationing in the Rangeley region of Maine. If you have never been and you love the peace and beauty of the Maine woods, I highly recommend it. If you have been, you know that the Appalachian Trail runs right through Rangeley. It is not uncommon to see hikers around town, eating or walking or resting - they are easily recognizable. Personally, I know that kind of hiking is beyond anything I could do and I greatly admire these folks for taking on this kind of challenge.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">One night, we were finishing dinner at a local pub (<a href="http://www.rangeley-maine.com/directory/listings/sarges-sports-pub-grub/" target="_blank">Sarge's</a>, if you ever visit and need an incredible burger). It was late and the place was quiet. A young man walked in, a hiker. He asked if it would be alright for him to charge his phone and would there be any cost. The bartender told him it was fine to charge, and there was certainly no cost. The hiker asked for a glass of water and hung out while his phone charged. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There was something about this hiker. He was young. He looked like he needed a warm shower and a hot meal. He was also pretty peaceful looking. As if not having a shower or dinner or anything was fine - he was on this incredible hike in a beautiful place - and that was enough.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">My husband called our server over and told her to have him order something to eat and add it to our bill. I choked up right there and our server got all misty herself. She relayed the offer and the hiker ordered an appetizer, then thanked us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was an appetizer. To some people, not a big deal. To this hiker, an unexpected act of kindness and some hot food. To me, a reminder that giving doesn't have to come with balloons and front page coverage - it has to come from the heart. And my heart melts every time I think about that night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">If you think the little things don't matter - I say to you - think again, because you never know how much they do.</span><br />
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dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-11665955307117087132015-12-30T17:00:00.000-05:002015-12-30T17:10:36.574-05:00Good-bye 2015<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am one of those people who might make resolutions at the start of a new calendar year, or might make them at the start of my new year on my birthday, or might not make any and be fine with that. When I have made them, they aren't any kind of organized list, but more like some general things I need to change or work on.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">These last couple days I've been feeling somewhat reflective. Maybe it's the post-Christmas quiet. Maybe it was all the time I had in the car yesterday when we experienced our first snow/ice storm and people lost their minds on the roads, which resulted in absurd traffic problems. Not sure what's up, but I am thinking that maybe making a couple changes might help. Conversely, there are also things I'm not going to change (like using too many words when I write and talking about cats all the time).</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Most of what has brought me to this place is sleep deprivation. For a long time, one of my cats has been having a tough time getting through the night without waking me up 2, 3, 4+ times. It reached a point where I nearly couldn't function each day from being so sleep deprived. And I am not exaggerating - I wasn't sleeping more than 2 hours at a time all night then working all day. I was dragging myself through every day just waiting to get into bed, yet dreading it because I knew she'd start with the waking me up crap. Finally, I tried some behavior modification then met with her vet. She is improving and we're down to (generally) 1 or 2 wake-ups each night. I'm still not getting enough uninterrupted sleep, but there is progress.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Because I am always so tired, I've cut back on exercising, which is something I very much enjoy. When I can drag myself out of bed, I'll go down to our basement at 5 a.m. and row. I really love it - and my day is always better when I start that way. I am going to make more of an effort to get myself up, no matter how tired I am, and start each day in a way that ultimately makes me happy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I've also been just wading through my days without taking enjoyment from things the way I want to. I have so many blessings, yet I'm not fully embracing what I have -- again -- because I am exhausted. I promise to step back and appreciate what's right in front of me.</span></span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The other thing I'm going to do is find some photo challenges (and I'm going to invited my photo-taking friends to join in). Looking for specific things to photograph a couple times a week or on weekends will be fun and it will get me outside during the icky winter months. It will be even better if I'm doing the challenge with others.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And that's it. I am ready for 2016. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">If you think you don't need to take a look at how things are every now and again, I say to you, give yourself a mental checkup once in a while - it will be good for your soul.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-50013275013376692392015-09-12T15:53:00.004-04:002015-09-12T15:53:47.447-04:00De Unplugged<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Folks who know me know I love Facebook. I love checking up on everyone and looking at cat pictures. I love keeping in touch this way.</span><br />
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When I say "love", I mean "I-must-check-it-every-8-minutes-just-in-case-something-new-happened". As if something could happen on Facebook without my knowing.</span><br />
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One day in late July, we were in Cabela's and they had this life-sized display right at the entrance encouraging people to taking a pledge to disconnect and get outside. I walked by then took out my phone to check Facebook.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And it hit me---I. Could. Do. This. Why not? I would disconnect for a whole (weekend) day.</span><br />
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And I did. The following Sunday I was almost completely disconnected. I did send one birthday email and one instant message, but both were emergencies and I had the authority to make those exceptions. You know what? I enjoyed it.</span><br />
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I found that I didn't miss having my phone in my hand. I didn't miss the endless negative and nasty posts and drama. I didn't miss reading that my political party is wrong and my diet is wrong and things and people I like are wrong. I needed a break from seeing so many animals needing homes. It can all become almost depressing after a while.</span><br />
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At the end of the day, I felt more relaxed. I did miss knowing what was going on (a little) and I hoped if anyone needed me no one thought I was ignoring them. It turns out the on-line world kept going without me. No one needed me and it was all good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A couple of weeks later, I did it again. This time, there were no exceptions. I was 100% unplugged. It felt good again. I sat outside just reading, got some chores done and was amazed at all the "extra" time I had.</span><br />
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I am going to do it again (tomorrow). Join me. Go <a href="http://www.mydisconnectday.com/" target="_blank">here</a>, read about it & change your Facebook cover photo to let everyone know where you'll be (I'm using the "instagraham" photo). Then unplug and enjoy life off-line for one day. If you think things won't work if you aren't present, I say to you, sure they will - try it and see.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-48753481965747974392015-06-20T17:58:00.001-04:002015-06-20T18:02:17.220-04:00Beauty Blog: Alaska Glacial Mud Company<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I have never written a beauty blog before -- or any blog other than to share my own thoughts. Recently, the <a href="http://www.alaskaglacialmud.com/" target="_blank"><b>Alaska Glacial Mud Company</b></a> was looking for blog writers to indulge in some mud, and blog. I jumped at the chance - because...I. Love. Their. Mud. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Turns out, they were looking for beauty bloggers, and I had to explain that I was not one, but that I loved their product. So Lauren, the company president, took a chance and let me test & write. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A little backstory so you'll know how I managed to fall in love with Alaska Glacial Mud. Since 1998 or so, I've been receiving facials from my dear friend Kerri (visit <a href="http://www.theskinclinique-bb.com/" target="_blank"><b>The Skin Clinique</b></a> in Melrose MA and tell Kerri I sent you). To some, facials are an indulgence. To me, they are a lifesaver. My skin is sensitive and regular facials help keep it in balance. Spending time with Kerri, while she pampers me, keeps my mental health in check. Win Win Win</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last winter, I asked Kerri for something to help when my skin felt stressed between facials. She suggested Alaska Glacial Mud purifying mineral mud masque in Lavender-Peppermint. She told me it was perfect for between facials and that once a week use would be just right. What Kerri loves about the products is how eco-friendly they are. They use only natural, wild and organic ingredients. They do not use synthetic fragrances, color fillers, parabens or other things that aren't going to help me or the environment. Their products are cruelty-free and allergy tested for all skin types. And they smell sensational. Sold!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In addition to the joy of using the purifying mineral mud masque, I was really pleased to learn that this is a company that cares. The mud is harvested from the Copper River Delta in south central Alaska. That's where the company is located. They aren't just asking that the mud be scooped up and sent to -- this is where they live. They are also advocates for the Copper River Delta/Watershed and pledge 10% of their profits to local organizations that love, work and fight for its protection. This make them a great corporate neighbor in my book.</span></div>
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dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-47508442763536561132015-03-22T17:31:00.003-04:002015-03-22T17:36:23.328-04:00Let Karma handle it<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ever have one of those days when things suck because of someone else? Maybe someone cut you off in traffic, or took a parking spot you were patiently waiting on. Perhaps someone embarrassed you to make themselves feel powerful or undermined something you did for their own benefit. Did they lie to look good and try to make you look bad? Convince you that you needed to do something where you'd be screwed but they would benefit?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happens all the time. We're human and we are, all of us, imperfect. Many of us try to walk the high road no matter how often we think it would be easier to walk on a lower path. We are honest and we really do make every effort to do the right thing, only to wind up being hurt or harmed just the same. It isn't easy to turn the other cheek over and over and over without wondering when you can run out of cheeks and just hit back. We worry about what's going to happen next - how much more can we take?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm very much one of those "just in case" kinda people. I develop a false sense of security that if I can somehow plan for all possible outcomes, I'll be ready for anything. Truth is, what often happens is never as bad as anything I planned for, and, I waste energy worrying over things that don't come to fruition. I can also never plan for all possible outcomes - especially when other people, weather or animals are involved. Still I keep trying and keep wasting energy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I'm wasting that energy trying to control the universe, I'm taking myself away from the good stuff. I'm not 100% present in my life, because I'm squinting at a crystal ball waiting for something to make sense. When I'm not present, I'm missing out...on nature, on people, on peace. A resolution I always have on the tip of my tongue is "be present". Try to focus on now. And when I do it -- WOW! It is generally awesome. Tasks are completed faster and better. I have a higher energy level because I'm not wasting energy worrying over every little thing. I'm happy to be experiencing life with the people I want to be with instead of being locked away in my own head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Underneath all the over planning and worrying, I want to believe that Karma has my back. At some point, what people get for their behavior is what they deserve. The payback is not always super dramatic or negative. I believe that Karma can be doled out in positive chunks. In Buddhism, Karma is viewed as the sum of a person's actions in this and previous states of existence, viewed as deciding their fate in future existences. Really, a person's destiny. Do good now and hopefully good will come back to you. Do bad now and hopefully you will be "rewarded".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a tough line to walk. Wishing bad things on others. It's reality - at least for me. I do it. I try not to be specific. In my mind (and sometimes out loud) I just wish that people get what they deserve. I'm also very well aware that I am on the receiving end. I know it and I try to keep things balanced.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Letting things go isn't easy, but it's necessary. It is difficult to think clearly when we clutter our minds with worry and negativity. When we miss too much because we're so busy waiting for something else - we lose. If you think you can't let go for a minute -- I say to you -- do it. You'll be glad you did and Karma will be there to back you up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-60283555949105393002015-03-07T12:22:00.002-05:002015-03-08T11:47:25.225-04:00Joy Dare<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A few years ago I happened upon some writings by <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank">Ann Voskamp</a>. She creates Christian writings with a focus on the health of the soul. I liked her writing style - simple, reflective, easy to relate to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of her <a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/one-thousand-gifts-book/" target="_blank">books</a>, <u>One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are</u>, struck a chord with me. She maps out the entire year, and on each day, invites you to look for gifts/joys/blessings. To help, she provides a guide for that day. If you complete each day's gifts, you'll have 1,000 listed -- 1,000 blessings right there in front of you. I've done it for a few days here and there and found it a wonderful way to stop complaining and really look at how many things are good in my life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This year, I wanted to do the Joy Dare for an entire month. I invited my cousin Richard to join me. He is very spiritual and is a great writer - I also believed he would enjoy the process. He invited his friend (and my new friend) Mariann to join in. Each day or so, they both shared the joys they found, and I learned much about each of them and was so thankful they embraced the task.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">1) My
car – The official color is Ruby Red.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">It
was the first brand new car I ever bought back in July 2008 and I love it
still.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">90,000+ miles and going strong</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;">2) Cardinals
– my grandmother, Mimi, loved to see cardinals, especially in the
winter.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Whenever I see one, I feel her
in my heart</span><br /><span style="line-height: 115%;">3) New
Balance Shoe Box – there’s a red New Balance shoe box in our living room – one
of 5 boxes on the floor for the cats.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">One of the cats, Winnie, most especially loves this box.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">She plays in it, chews on it, falls asleep in
it and sometimes I feed her in it.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">Winnie has a neurological condition which affects her balance and this
box helps her feel safe.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1) Daily
Devotional - I subscribe to a daily email written by pastors and retired
pastors of the United Church of Christ. Each email begins with a Bible passage followed by an application of the words into real life. That
was one of the things that really turned me onto the UCC – helping me to apply
faith to real life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Dare – I suggested doing this to my cousin Richard. He agreed and invited his friend, Mariann to
join in. Now the three of us are tracking
our blessings and I have made a new friend.
I am learning so much about both of them through their joys and reminding myself of all that I have.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Kugel - My husband’s Aunt Diane shared a recipe with me. She could very easily have sent it via email
or through Facebook. Instead, she wrote
it on a recipe card and sent it tucked inside a lovely note. I will cherish both always.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1) Stitched
– In our living room we have a lap quilt. It was made by the mother of a former
co-worker and I won it in an auction at work.
It fits the room perfectly and it always reminds me of the gift of giving. Someone made this then handed it off to be
auctioned without ever knowing where it would end up. So much work to help raise money for those
less fortunate.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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– Inside of the entertainment center in the living room is a small shelf. My dad built it to add some space. The TV sits on top of the shelf and the
components go beneath it. When I looked
for an entertainment center, I wanted one that closed up and when you look at
it, you have no idea what it contains – which means all components needed to be
hidden inside. Mission accomplished.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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– Leggings for Life. This group is made
up of volunteers who knit or crochet leggings for animals who suffer from limb
deformity or paralysis, and who can benefit from having their limbs protected. I was recently matched with a Pug named Buddy
who uses a walker and needs some leggings.
I pray that what I create can help his little legs feel more comfortable. I am so excited to make something like this
and hope Buddy </span><span style="line-height: 15.3333320617676px;">doesn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> mind being my test case.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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and Sunsets – every light show is amazing.
I am blessed to see so many beautiful sunrises on my way to work. Each is different and spectacular and
amazing. I don’t see as many sunsets,
but I generally chat with my mom during my afternoon commute and she has a
wonderful sunset view…and she always shares how beautiful it is with me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Smells – I make no secret of the fact that spring and summer are where it’s at
for me – winter and fall just don’t cut it. I do, however, tolerate both seasons because
of how good they smell. Winter smells
are crisp and clean with wood fire attached.
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for snowshoeing – Brad gave me snowshoes a couple years ago, knowing I’d really
like using them to help make peace with the winter. And he was right. The right snow makes for a terrific outdoor
workout and I almost find myself looking forward to the right snow falling.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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hear it the stories of those who do for others.
We are inundated with bad news every day, but the good news still finds
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– the sound of rain on a tin roof. I have
not often experienced this, but when I have, I have found it to be a peaceful
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– pieces of Belleek my mother and godmother have given to me – I’m looking at
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– the first Pinterest project my husband and I did – we made little trays from
old sanded & painted palettes. Brad
searched for and picked up the palettes, measured and cut them, then helped me
assemble.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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blades – one of my windshield wiper blades broke yesterday, during a
blizzard. When things were quieter last
night, my husband went out and bought a new one for me. Today, without success, I tried to attach
it. I could not figure it out. So when he came home, we stood together in
the dark and the sub-zero temperatures while I held the flashlight and he
attached the wiper blade. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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in the dark – each night as I get ready for bed, my cats sit outside the
bathroom door and wait on me. One of
them wants a goodnight snuggle (and a little treat) while the other one sleeps
with me and goes to bed when I do. I
have learned to step carefully in the dark and to try to adjust to the lack of
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Abbey” in the den – We generally watch TV together in our living room., but
when I’m home alone, I love to curl up in a little den we have and watch TV
there.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">For some reason, it seems the
perfect room for Downton.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"> </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">I am
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">There are blessings and joys and good news all around us. Some days, it can be hard to find. Either we aren't open to anything or we don't have the energy or we just feel like focusing on the not so good. The key, for me anyway, is balance. I let myself get wrapped up in what isn't nice and isn't making me happy - then I remind myself that I'm wasting energy and missing the good stuff. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;">Take the Joy Dare for a day or a week or a year. If you think you can't do it - I say to you - open your eyes, heart, and mind -- you are surrounded by blessings.</span></div>
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dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-44656293346260077862014-12-20T13:58:00.000-05:002014-12-20T13:58:18.687-05:00Stuffed French Toast<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Inspired by Mama Kat's <i><a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2014/12/best-gift-ever-2/" target="_blank">Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop</a></i>, I'm going to share a story about a holiday-inspired recipe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a hit pretty much right out of the gate. It is very filling and even tastes good cold. Works with or without maple syrup.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, that's how this became the dish I brought each year. My family tends to be pretty accepting of whatever anyone wants to make--everyone will try what you bring and while not every dish is a hit, we're a polite group. I always liked this dish, but didn't realize how much my brother Michael did, until I thought about changing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A couple of years ago, I mentioned to my mother that I'd found another breakfast casserole-type dish to make for Christmas. My mother is generally very open to things, but when she hesitated I was curious as to why. She likes the dish, but I didn't think she cared that much. Her response: "Let me check with Michael. He might not like that." OK mom...go for it...like he'd notice. My mother soon passed along the message from Mike that I was not to substitute nor was I to change the dish in any way and don't think about it again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That was that. I make the dish every year for Christmas breakfast and never again will I attempt to replace it. My family is important to me and when they are happy, so am I, even if I'm only making French toast once a year for them. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you aren't sure if what you do matters - I say to you - just try to change something you think isn't a big deal and see for yourself how important it is to someone else.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love haiku. Some people are so super clever with them. I'm not, but I still like them. I think what appeals most to me is the order required -- three lines with the syllables counted for you in each line:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nice and neat. No need for rhyming (forced rhyming is just wrong)</span><br />
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dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-43161408262471425562014-11-16T14:27:00.001-05:002014-11-16T14:28:32.355-05:00Shifting Gears<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was a period of time from early 2012 until late 2013 when I was not employed. During this time, I launched a small on-line business. I combined my love for taking photos with my husband's interest in expanding his wholesale engraving business into the retail realm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To get started, I made sure I had inventory, a website, business cards, a business license (which was an expensive pain the a$$ to obtain from my town), a Facebook page, and a brand before I launched. I previewed at a church fair. I passed out business cards. I tried every way I could think of to resurrect the lost art of note writing (does anyone write notes anymore or are we all so dependent on email to communicate?). And then I waited. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I received some orders -- always from people I knew and to whom I shall be forever grateful for showing their support. But there were no orders from people I did not know. I followed all the guidelines the website company set out to increase traffic. No luck. I had a sale. I contacted my local Patch and they wrote a great story for me - terrific free advertising. Cue the crickets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I like my photos. I love note cards. I love having engraved items -- they contain special messages that no one else has. I honestly thought we'd have a nice steady stream of activity. People need to re-learn the art of note writing for sure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I never expected the business to cover our mortgage, but I had hoped to make a little go of it -- or at least to recover the start-up costs. I'm no quitter, but finally enough was enough. Operating at a complete loss feels bad.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />The thing is, I really don't want to quit, so I'm not going to - I do need, however, to shift gears. Today, I closed the website down and moved the note cards over to an Etsy shop (<a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/Winncamart?ref=hdr_shop_menu" target="_blank">here</a>). I am a little sad, but it is the best thing to do right now. Keeping my paws crossed that this is the better way to go.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">xo</span>dbkeimachhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10007045797299182674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2206933298767962916.post-84952514926249804232014-09-06T16:29:00.001-04:002014-09-06T16:38:59.567-04:00Mimi<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Inspired by <a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/" target="_blank">Mama Kat's Pretty Much World Famous Writer's Workshop</a> - I went with:</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I want to share a photo I found (on Google Earth) of the house where my grandmother was born, and, I want to share my grandmother.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Her name was Josephine (we called her Mimi), born in Revere, Massachusetts in March 1909. She was one of 11 children - named for a baby sister who died tragically not long before my grandmother was born. Two of her older siblings (one did not survive her first year) were born in Italy and the other children were born in the house in Revere where they were all raised. Her "baby" brother, Ed, still lives in the house. My great-uncle is 92 and is still as active and busy as ever. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When I think about the stories she told us and what my dad and great-uncle filled in, there's no way to sugar-coat it -- she lead a hard life. Her dad died when she was a young teenager and she had to leave school to help support her family. She started out making sugar/flour sacks and eventually became a seamstress. For a time in her early 20s she even designed clothes. My grandmother certainly knew her way around fabric and the sewing machine. She made so many of our clothes when we we young. I have memories of my sister and I in matching dresses that she made....white summer fabric with small daisies for trim. We each had a summer set - white with a strawberry design - shorts & sleeveless top to match - with these fabric strawberries for trim (she liked trim). I know we had other things but those outfits are planted firmly in my mind right now. She used to cut out patterns on her dining room table -- this heavy wooden monster of a table. I can still hear the sound of the scissors on the table - it was a sound I loved. One of my cousins has that dining room set and has taken beautiful care of it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">She married my grandfather in 1937 - ancient to be married in those days. They had 4 children. My parents live in the house where my dad was raised & where my siblings and I were raised. Around 1950, my grandfather built a summer house in Plymouth, Massachusetts. We spent may happy summer days in that house. My aunt and uncle still own that house, and live just next door to it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Funny story about the date of my grandparents' wedding. In 2010, my husband proposed to me on August 22nd -- which would have been their 73rd anniversary. Of course, he had no way of knowing that, but I was so happy to share that special date - it made me feel close to them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In addition to the sewing machine, my grandmother could crochet beautifully. I wasn't interested in learning for a long time, but when I was finally ready, the teacher appeared. I was pathetic at it for a long time and never developed the skill that she had, but she always encouraged me and helped fix my mistakes. Once I even called her to complain about how something I was making wouldn't come out right and she knew over the phone what I was doing wrong without even looking at my work. As she grew older and her eyesight failed, she couldn't see up close. She continued to create beautiful pieces because she knew how the stitches felt. I still use the first hook she gave me. Everything turns out better with that hook.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sewing, crocheting -- all took a backseat to Mimi's pizza. She made it (of course) from scratch and it wouldn't last. We ate it hot and we ate it cold. Most often we'd be walking around eating it - who needed a dish? It was so good. My cousin Cheree can make it just the way our grandmother did. I think a gift of pizza from Cheree to me is <b>way</b> overdue.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I loved spending time with Mimi. Summer nights in Plymouth with my sister and cousins watching Lawrence Welk. Sitting at her kitchen table watching her frost cookies. Listening to the intricate lives of the people on the soaps she watched (her stories). Finding large print word search books as her eyesight began to fail. Crying with her after my grandfather died -- he drove her crazy but she wouldn't have lived her life any differently. </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">How
long it took me to convince her that, despite my leaving the Catholic
faith - a faith she remained 100% devoted to - the Protestants were not a
bad bunch and I could still be a good Christian without a Pope to guide me. </span></span>Trying, without success, to comfort her after my uncle passed away -- she would never be the same and would follow him 8 months later. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This January she will be gone 10 years. I knew I was so lucky to have a grandmother still at age 41. I miss her so very much. I wish she could have met my husband - he would have charmed her socks off. She always knew I would get married, but reminded me that the good ones were hard to find and to be patient. I wish I wrote down her recipes - there are things I miss and cannot make the way she made them (Cheree....bring me pizza). I wish I started to crochet when I was 8 instead of 35. I wish I wish I wish....</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We all know that life is short and people are precious. Most of us don't learn that lesson until way too late. If you think you have plenty of time - I say to you - no you don't. Write the recipe down and make it. Learn to crochet or sew or whatever. Record your family history -- good & bad. And if you have someone to teach you something, let them. You won't regret the special time you spent together.</span></span><br />
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When I was young, I had my entire wedding planned out. I knew who would wear what, what I would wear, how I'd have a big cake, what the first dance would be, how the entire day would go -- and then how my entire life would go afterward. Time passed almost exactly not at all how I planned.<br />
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Turns out, not getting most of what I had wished for was exactly right. In my mid-40s I met the perfect man, we bought a house, got engaged and planned a two-part wedding. Thankfully my tastes have changed since I was 22 and the wedding planning was fairly simple. Part one was the wedding, performed by one of my dearest friends with only 6 other people present, and exactly three months later came part two, the reception.<br />
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After the wedding, we had a lovely dinner and a very simple cake. I found a cake topper that was perfect and which sits upon our mantle. It is an Irish framed trinity knot and on the bottom it reads: <span class="a-list-item"><i>May your hands be forever blessed in friendship and your hearts joined forever in love.</i></span><br />
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<span class="a-list-item">The reception was a little bit larger (around 100 or so people), held in a historic barn on a beautiful July afternoon. The one thing I really really really wanted, rather than a wedding cake, was to serve wedding cupcakes. Two bite cupcakes. I love cupcakes. I think they are more fun than cake and they look so festive. I honestly thought finding them would be a snap. Turns out, that was the most cumbersome part of the entire process. So many bakeries - so few who would make and deliver 250 cupcakes. Oh, many would make them, but not deliver. So...I was supposed to move the cupcakes? Honestly? Where - in the back of my Saturn Vue? On the way to my reception? Sure. Right. Forget that. When I did find a bakery willing to deliver, the cost per (pretty small) cupcake was more than the per slice cost of larger cake. It was crazy.</span><br />
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<span class="a-list-item">As fate would have it, one day on Facebook, my childhood friend Michelle posted that her two sisters, Bridget and Jannine, were launching a very special baking business. They did not have a storefront. They made handcrafted artisan desserts and baked goods. I saw the website and I believe my mouth watered and I might have wept a little. Their work was beautiful. And the descriptions...man oh man...incredible. Oh - and they made two-bite cupcakes - which they would deliver. SOLD! </span><br />
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<span class="a-list-item">I contacted Jannine and, due to our schedules and my bad timing, we were not going to be able to connect to do a tasting. I can honestly tell you that I had no problem with that whatsoever. I believed in their skills...these two are serious artists. So I ordered four different flavors without a tasting and was 100% relaxed about it. Some people felt it necessary to tell me I was insane to do that - what if they didn't taste good??? My response was pretty much - what if? I believed all will be well.</span><br />
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<span class="a-list-item">This past autumn, Bridget and Jannine turned off their ovens. I am still sad. After the wedding, we ordered a number of birthday cakes (see one <a href="http://dbkeimach.blogspot.com/2013/09/hey-50.html" target="_blank">here</a>) and an anniversary (blackberry/blueberry) pie from them. They made each event so very special with their artistry and the love you could taste in each bite. The best part was being able to connect with both of them - I love them - such a wonderful bonus.</span><br />
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