The Return of Hope

“Entertain great hopes” ~ Robert Frost

1hopeI’m back!

Hoping to return to our regularly scheduled blogging as soon as am physically able. Will know if treatment worked within a week or so.

In the meantime, I didn’t want to be forgotten. – so here’s a short story .

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I always preferred white lights at the Holidays. Thought they were so classic. So clean.

Then, when Nick was about 3 or 4 , he told us that he thought Santa couldn’t find your house unless you had decorated with red lights. You know, to match Rudolph’s nose. So, like every good parent would, we proudly decorated our house inside and out in nothing but hundreds of  red lights. So Santa could find us. ( and prayed every night that no one thought that they were in Amsterdam.) Nick would look out the window  nightly to make sure that “Rudolph’s noses” were on. He was hopeful. We still don’t know where he got that idea, but it certainly has come to be one of our favorites.

We continued that tradition for quite a few years.

We’ve graduated to all colors now, but that is a story that will stay with our family forever. How we joked about our own little Red Light District  and if our toddler would only know what we were doing to appease him.

I suppose those are some of my favorite parts of Christmas.

The traditions, the stories, the families the love, and yes, the hope.

The sparkly snowflake

Wishing a very special friend of mine the best of birthdays today! ❤

3…2….1…

My Philadelphia Freedom is all but mine!

Treatment day is almost here.

Had a terrific day today, all because I am forgetful old lady ;}

Went out for dinner with my girlfriend last night and left my glasses in the restaurant. This is the 2nd time that I have done this now. She told me she is going to get me the ‘chain’ for around my neck to hang my glasses from like the older ladies wear. I’m really *not* that bad, am I? I fear the answer.

Picked up my son and daughter and her BFF to go retrieve said glasses which happened to be at a shopping center also. Provided some entertainment. Nick tried on mens running pants which make a suitable double for “yoga pants for men.” Nick is blessed with a big booty. He is proud of it, as well he should be. Hours of endless pitching went into that thing.

Had a blast with the kids.

 

Today was also the first day of hunting season in our county, which is why the kids were still off of school. Not sure hunting of what ( I don’t hunt) but looks like these turkeys weren’t taking any chances, caught them running across the road today headed into a nearby field. Or maybe they were just grateful to be around for one more year.

Realized I have been spending far too much time alone and sitting. Needed to shake things up a bit, so when we got home and the girls wanted to play photo shoot,  I knew I couldn’t say no. Though it was far too tempting to do just that and crawl into my chair. I figured it would be at least 2 weeks until I could play again , so off we went to find a spot. Should preface this by saying it is about 30 degrees tops here. The body really want to sit at home, but the brain knows I need to be moving. So move I did.

Natalia was wearing a gown that I wore to 2 proms in 1985 and later lent to my high school best friend to wear to her junior prom in 1986. She isn’t with us any more so the dress means even more to me now.  It was really special for me to see my daughter wear it. I hope Beth would be proud of the work we did today. I still miss her every day.

 

We were out around the golden hour- magic lighting. It truly was magic. Sadly, upon review, Miss Natalia was not pleased with herself today, but I was. I feel like the love that these two best friends share for each other is so apparent in their photos. Reminds me of the friendship I had with Beth so very many years ago.

If you are lucky enough to have a best friend that you love too, do me a favor and tell them- today.. because you just never know.

Was hoping to have the pics from the photos that I did ‘on the other side of the lens’ to share before I left for my treatment but, sadly, I don’t have them just yet. Should give me something to look forward to when I get back, though!

In the meantime…. as I have come to say~

” I’ll catch you on the flip side of the K” my new Blog Buds.

*\O/* if you are the praying sort, please throw one up for me, if not, your good thoughts are appreciated as well.

Thursday, 7am.

HERE I COME MY PHILLY FREEDOM.

 

 

The HDR’ed Sort of Hope

*9 Days until my next treatment!*

My Philly Freedom is rapidly approaching!!

The last 2 weeks before treatment are truly the most difficult. The anticipation of knowing that relief is only mere moments away. That soon, very soon the muscle spasms will settle down again, the pain will go from off the charts to manageable, noises will no longer send me reeling, I won’t be unbearable to live with any more and I can start contributing to the world again. 9 more days. RSD really is a monster. But I consider myself one of the lucky ones. At least I get some relief for a small period of time. It’s better than none, ever.

Anyway, after that shoot with my daughter it became all too apparent to me that my lenses really do need a good cleaning.

Shooting on a dusty, sandy, dirty baseball field eventually does catch up with you, it would seem.

Now to find a period of time that I am willing to part with my lenses. Isn’t that like sending back an appendage? A part of yourself? And who do you trust to clean your babies?

And what would I do if I didn’t have a camera? That’s the way I settle myself down. Calm my nerves, distract my disease…

Where do YOU send your lenses to be cleaned/ cared for?

I  got to get out a few days ago, then I played with some HDR.

Fun!

This song (below) is stuck in my head. When I get a song stuck in my head I go to this website below and find another more annoying one to get stuck there. Now you can too! ( you can thank me later!)

PS- It’s soon time for me to start collecting new POWER SONGS for me to fill my iPod with before my treatment. Start thinking of your favorites!

Get Rid of That Song