Never Too Old to Learn

Things I learned while traveling to New England and helping my mother move into assisted living.

10. Start downsizing early! After 18 years of living in the same house, you can’t remember all the corners and cupboards you’ve hidden things. I can’t imagine what it’s like after 20 or 30 years!

9. Take all offers of help. Just because you think you can do it on your own, don’t. 

8. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. People are busy but generous with their time. Some people don’t offer because they don’t know what’s needed. If you just ask them for something specific, they’re right there for you!

7. Keep the ibuprofen handy and the hot water heater on!

6. Don’t be afraid to talk to strangers in the airport. You may end up making a new friend. Came across a lady in Minneapolis who was also stranded and waiting for a flight to Omaha. Turns out she’s moving here soon. I gave her my card and sure hope she contacts me when she gets settled. 

5. In between all the packing and unpacking make sure to find time to laugh!

4. While in New England, always get at least one bowl of “chowdah.”

3.  The powdered sugar on a Dunkin Donuts munchkin will not survive the changes in air pressure in the cabin and will turn to a clear paste on the journey. But they’re still yummy!

2. When moving, you may have a vision of what you want your new home to look like. Be flexible. Sometimes that piece of furniture just doesn’t go where you thought it would but will look perfect in another corner!

1. Remember to tell those you care about how important they are to you, even when you’re all tired and cranky. Life is too short to hold grudges and you never know what the next moment will bring.

A Tale of Tulips

                                                                                                                                                                                             

The tulips in our backyard are almost in bloom. I smile when I see them because they’re a gift each spring from the former occupant of our house.  We took ownership in the heat of the summer so it was a surprise that May when the peach colored blossoms made their appearance.

I’d never been a tulip lover before, but since that first spring I’ve been hooked. My husband and I planted bulbs in the island on the street so we could enjoy these heralds of warmer weather from the front of the house as well. This year, just as the flowers had budded, the local deer population decided to snack. All that’s left out front are tall stalks of green with huge leaves.

I thought about this as I struggled in front of my computer today. Something seems to have bitten the head off my story.  I wish I could blame meandering deer, but I’m afraid it’s my fault. I’ve stagnated. Something has bitten my story off just as it was beginning to bloom. I fear all this time I’ve been working on a tale about tulips when my story may have been about Irises. Or roses. Or perhaps even an apple tree.  Has this ever happened to anyone else out there?