It Was Time.

Today was a bittersweet day.  To be honest, I must admit that it was more sweet than bitter. The bitter part was that I said good-bye to my ever faithful Sooner Red CR-V.  After taking "her" in for an oil change and seeing the long list of "needs attention", I decided it was time to part ways. So, off to the used car lot she will go.  There was a lump in my throat as I took her last picture.  I have driven that car nearly 143,000 miles so you can imagine all the places she has taken me.  However, one must move on and that's exactly what I did.  I moved on over to the 2014 lot and found a new car that wanted to be mine.  The deal was so easy and so good that I know it was the right thing to do.  God wanted me to have that car! (Hey!  I see those of you rolling your eyes back! ha)  Think what you must, but I do have a pretty, shiny new car sitting in my driveway now.

But, it isn't all about cars.  I had the most amazing class this morning with some of my new pups.  You teachers understand how it feels when the instruction simply "clicks".  That is what happened today and it was extremely exciting.  I am so blessed to be teaching at UNT.  Okay, I know you are tired of hearing that, too.  Go ahead, roll those eyes back, then imagine me sitting here with a huge smile on my face.
R.

A Morning Mom Memory

This morning my feet were on the Highland Village trail, enjoying this fabulous cool weather.  I loved that I had to go back inside the house to get a light jacket.  I always begin my walk by taking a left on my street to the water tower where I enter the Highland Village trail.  My route is to the City Hall and then back home.
I had a wonderful experience this morning.  I looked over to my left as I walked and noticed all of the little teams beginning to gather for their morning soccer game.  I could not resist sitting down on a park bench to watch them play for awhile.  A myriad of memories almost swept me away.  I was remembering when Robert was on his first soccer team.  He was probably 4 or 5.  He would go down the field and wave to us up in the stands.  He was so happy and so proud and couldn't care less about what was going on with the game.  Sometimes he and a friend would even stay at the opposite end of the field to observe something in the grass.  Priceless.
I can't remember John's first team but we were living in Irving.  Because he was so tall, the referee at the first game made the coach show John's birth certificate to prove he was only 5.  I do remember his team when we came back to Lewisville.  John was a member of the Hot Tamales.  He played with them several years from where his soccer shorts were almost to his ankles to when they became the perfect length.  As a young player, John used to like to wait at the goal and when the game came back up the field, just kick it in and get the point!
With both boys, there were always uniforms to wash, shoes to buy, practices, and games.  Some times one would have a game on one field, and the other on another.  There were team parties and trophies.  I honestly do not believe I missed a game, except for maybe one or two, and friends recorded them with their big heavy VCR recorders.
I loved being the mom of little boys... and that love has grown every year since, day by day.

Her Name is Betty.

Yesterday I spent the afternoon with one of my best friends, Betty Tucker.  Betty is 88 years old and one of the most beautiful people I have ever known.  She lives independently in an apartment that has become over the years my safe place to fall.  She has told me such wonderful stories about her life and think about it...she has lived through many monumental events in our history.  The coolest part of all is that she can describe the dress she wore at her 7th birthday party and tell you word for word about the day WW2 ended and everyone ran out into the streets of Kansas City. She has never been in a hospital except to have children.
 She has listened to me talk about my joys and has also been the recipient of my struggles and concerns.  She has a fabulous sense of humor, a great laugh, and a love for reading like I have never seen.
A couple of years ago I gave her my kindle that had been replaced by more current electronics.  You would think I had given her a million dollars.  I constantly put books on there for her and she reads a couple a week probably. She loves books about the Amish and then will turn around and tell me how much she loved a current murder mystery.  She is pure joy to be around and I cannot express how much she means to me.
Back to yesterday.  I stopped by to take her a "real book" that I had just finished.  We had our usual visit then decided we would read awhile.  So with a cup of coffee and a small tray of cookies, we read, each in our own book.  Sometimes we would stop to tell the other what was going on, or share some writing that we thought was unique.  I probably was there for two hours in a perfectly peaceful

setting with such a great friend.  I am so lucky.
Betty knows all about my family:  Ron, Robert and Mandy, John and Salome, Lindsay and Josh.  She calls Alex her "grand-dog" and sends him a card now and then. She knows about my friends, my trips and especially, my students at UNT.  She worked in the bookstore at UNT for many years.
 Betty writes us a card or letter nearly every week.  She truly has kept the art of letter writing alive.  I always look forward to what she has to say.  It reminds me of letters that I used to get from my daddy.  He would write me a letter every Sunday night to tell me what was going on in Beebe.
Anyway, I feel that a blog is a place to put the thoughts that are on your mind at the time. Anytime I think of Betty, my heart is warmed.

Thankful

 I make it a practice to be thankful each day for all I have, for all the people I know, and especially for my family.  However, today was a special day where my health was defined by the results of a CT scan.  I have now been what people label a "cancer survivor" since May, 2010.  Yep, that's over four years.  Four years full of scans to affirm that "Bozo, the tumor" is still gone.  Only those who have had to have scans can know the fear and anxiety you go through the week of dread before the scan, the actual experience of the scan, and the hardest part, those hours after the scan where you are waiting for the results.  Your mind races to places where it should not go and it is not a fun time.  Fortunately, at 4 p.m. today, the voice on the other end of the phone said, "They're good", when I called to ask about my results.  It is almost 11 p.m. and I am still not completely back down to the emotional ground from the anxious weeks to the sound of those beautiful two words.  One more scan in six or seven months and I will be dismissed as a patient.  I am thankful.  But, more importantly, I am aware and hope to make others aware of the "world" of those who experience the journey of cancer.  If you know someone who is on this journey, be there for them.  This is not a journey to take alone.  They need to hear your voice, see your face, laugh with you, feel your love, and see your hope and encouragement.  Never underestimate the power of your words.  Is there someone you might want to call tomorrow?
R.

Writing on a front porch in Virginia

I gave this post that title because simply being on a front porch to write is quite a gift for me.  If I were in Texas, I would not be sitting outside due to the humidity and heat.  This morning is very cool, clear, and the only noises I hear are of the birds communicating with each other and the faint sound of a lawn mower down the road.
It is so amazing how the mind works.  I know that I fill mine with so many details, plans, concerns, and sometimes needless worry.  I keep clutter up to a maximum.  But, when you come to a porch like this where you are surrounded by beautiful flowers, green grass, and the view of the bay through the pine trees, you simply must stop, take a breath, and think about what is really important.  Now, I am not saying that I cannot appreciate my own home and its surroundings, but everything here is more "natural" and tends to slow down the heartbeat and challenges the mind.  Sometimes when things are too quiet, my mind can tend to go places it shouldn't go...too much to think about as some might say.  That is when I have to practice what I preach and ask myself:  "Where are your feet, Rosie?"  My feet are not in my past, and they have not reached next week.  My feet are right here on this porch.  So, as hard as it can sometimes be, I will try to just "be" right here, taking deep breaths, looking as far and as long as I can at this beautiful display of nature, and declutter my mind of things I can do nothing about and focus to improve the things I can.  The main problem is that a little hummingbird keeps wanting to show off his tricks, and the sound of the bay keeps telling me that its time to go back to my swing and continue reading my book.
Do I dare ask:  Where are your feet right now?  Is your mind and heart aligned with them?  Not always easy, but worth a try.

R                                        

My feet are now in Virginia!

We arrived on the Eastern Shore yesterday.  I knew all was well when I could soak in the beautiful Atlantic Ocean again as we crossed through the Chesapeake Tunnel.  This is an absolutely beautiful state!

This morning I got up early to have my anticipated cup of coffee on the front porch.  Of course, the temperatures are in the high 60s in the early morning and out where our family lives it is pure green grass with flowers growing and a view of the channel. The hummingbirds also really performed and were so entertaining.

However, I knew that my main goal was to get my feet walking because we are going to be in a car several hours for the next few days.  I began walking down the road in front of the house and was going to go only as far as this long row of crepe myrtles.  I figured that would be enough for today.  But, once I got to the end of them, I decided I should, at least, go to the end of the road.  Once I arrived, I looked to my sharp right and knew I HAD to go say hello to the horses since I had not seen them in a year.  Once I petted them both, I glanced again to my right and decided that I would keep going as far as the stop sign at the end of the road.  A return trip from there would be a little under two miles.  I arrived at the stop sign and thought, "You have made it this far; you have to take a right so you can go down that favorite little path that takes me right down to the water's edge of the bay."  I knew this will mean an approximate four mile round trip but it was so beautiful out there with a fabulous breeze.  I had my music going and all was right with the world.
I finally got to the end of the road, found my little path but this time there was something new.  There was a sign down by the water that said in huge letters:  NO TRESPASSING! PRIVATE PROPERTY! I couldn't believe it!  And, being the rule follower, I was not willing to be fined while here, so I did not go beyond the sign.  I was able to see the water; the same water I can see from our family's next door neighbor's swing!
As I started back, my IPOD died, so the poor cornstalks had to listen to me sing.  They didn't fall over dead so I guess it wasn't too bad.  Once home I felt such a feeling of accomplishment.!  These "feet" have still got some "go" in them.  Of course, I realized that two weeks ago walking in New York City as I recall! ha ha  What a month this has been!
Pictures to come!

SXDYYE

Did Summer fly by or is it just me??

The address of my blog reads, "Where are your feet?" Most people know the reason behind this title so I won't go there.  Some would guess that it is one of those "in the moment" things and they would be correct.  Unfortunately, I am not always successful at alligning my head and heart with my feet, but I do try. Anyway, as I look back over the past few months, I observe that my feet have been a lot of different places.  I must admit that this year has faded somewhat in comparison with last year when I traveled to Paris, New York, Williamsburg, Pittsburgh, Boston, the Eastern Shore and best of all Oklahoma City to see Robert and Mandy get married.
Since the spring semester ended, my feet went to New York City to see John and Salome, to Beebe, Arkansas, to say good-bye to a dear relative, and to Zale Lipshy when Ron had his stroke.  My feet then went to the North Star Writing Institute where I spent weeks filling my head with knowledge and spending time with amazing teachers.  After this institute, my feet went back to UNT where I taught a five week summer course and got to meet 28 outstanding future teachers.  I tried to teach them things that were important in 20 days, but it was tough.  However, according to them, they had a great time and claimed to have learned a lot.  Two weeks ago my feet were back in New York City with my childhood friend where we found ourselves in an NYPD car going "down to the precinct", later visiting Ground Zero, the Statue of Liberty, going to see the Carol King Musical, and best of all, spending lots of quality time with John and Salome.
Now my feet are in one of my Flower Mound Starbucks offices taking a break from errands to get ready for our trip to Virginia.  We leave tomorrow to go see the "fabulous Alexanders" and there are a lot of them to see.  We have inlaws, nieces, nephews, 5 year old "great" twin boys, a toddler, and two new babies! My feet will be going all over Virginia and then finally out to the Eastern Shore where I will get to sit in my swing and read my book.  I can't wait.
So, after reading this, I guess I understand more clearly why it seems that summer has flown by.  I look forward to what great experiences must be ahead.  We will see where my feet will be.