Monday, June 29, 2020

I'm getting tired of this shit

I guess it's easy to blame covid 19 and the shutdowns for being depressed.   It's the wondering if "it" will ever go away.   Staying home.   Staying safe.  The people that I have little or no respect for- refusing to wear masks.  Saying that the virus isn't real.  

I don't feel the need to have all people agree on all things.  Or even most things.    But the fact deniers are bringing me down.  The people who choose to be reckless by not wearing masks.  But ignoring guidelines for pubic safety.    Some even deliberately cough or spit on mask wearers.

Okay, don't believe in science.   Choose to take your risks.  But for god sake is it that hard to respect other people's boundaries?

Some of the beauty and wonder of the United States is the liberty we appreciate.   But that doesn't mean that the right to one person's liberty gives anyone the "right" to step on my freedom of choice.  I choose to wear a mask.   You choose not to.   Just stay away from me and the people I love.

I love America.  I am sad that there are ignorant people.  I am sad that there are crooked and dishonest people.  I am also sad when people shout about how horrible our country's health care system is.  How crooked our politicians are

Stop shouting.  Shouting will not fix it.  The more you shout and complain the less energy you are putting into making it better. 

Register to vote.  Read more.  Help people in need.   Be angry.  But do something with that angry energy.

I know that there is more that I could be doing.  I also know that I have touched hundreds if not thousands of lives in a ways that have enabled those I help to find their own strengths and their voices.

I'm going to have a cup of coffee now.


Saturday, June 27, 2020

Here I am again

my socks, looking at them while I sit


The format for this blog has changed. I had to look all over the page to figure out how to write a new post.  So, here I am.

I have felt really crummy most of the day.  Actually, it probably started yesterday.  I was trying to dead head (prune) my roses.   It hurt so much to even do the little amount of bending that I did, that I quit.  Even bending the slightest bit causes whatever is inside my right knee (yes I know it's "bone on bone").  It feels like shards of glass. I swear I can even hear the crunching sound.

Add to the feeling that everything I do hurts my knee is the fact that the house needs to be cleaned.  Well, I think it does.  Apparently I am the only one. When the  bottoms of my white socks get filthy from walking in my own house it only means one thing,. The floors are dirty.  They need to be swept.  And mopped.  And the rugs need to  be vacuumed,  And the furniture polished.  And then there are the bathrooms.  Actually the bathrooms are more dusty than dirty.

Today I took on the bathroom in the master (our) bedroom.  I swept.  Did you know that there can be dust even behind the toilet?  I shook out the bathmats.  There are four of them plus the rug in front of the toilet.  I shook them all in my bedroom- over the rug, figuring that the rug would get vacuumed. 

I cleaned the shower, squeegeed the glass shower doors.  Cleaned the sinks .  Windex-ed the mirrors.   It was a sight to behold.  It was so clean and nice.

However, all of that maneuvering required to clean a bathroom was more than my body really wanted to do.

After I showered and came to sit in front of the TV to knit, I was in so much pain.  My whole right leg hurt.  From my knee all the way to my ankle.   At one point I even thought about driving to the hospital to be checked out and figure out why it hurt so much. 

When Nick went up to take his shower, I asked him to give me my compression socks.  Lovely things they are.  Blue knee socks that are kind of pilled (lint/ fuzz).  Wearing my navy blue socks with my grey capris must have looked crazy.  But those socks make so much difference. I have felt better all day.  At least my legs have.

Even with some relief from the pain in my legs, I have been just feeling really down.  Just tired of the corona virus.  The wearing a mask and staying home and away from people.  I would love to just go to Target and walk up and down the aisles.   Is the opposite of sensory overload, sensory deprivation?

Then, this evening I started to look through pictures on Facebook.    

I got to the pictures from December 2017, when I had my second brain surgery.   There are pictures from shortly after the surgery.  Pictures of me at home showing off my "bangs" and my bald, scarred and stitched up head.  There are pictures of me after the surgery when my face and head swelled up.

I got so many positive messages and messages of care and concern.  It made me realize and remember how good my life really is.  I know that I post jokes and political stuff on Facebook.  And I get a good number of "likes".  But the outpouring of genuine friendship brought me back to earth.  It brought my out of my funk!

Now if we can only get through this pandemic and also get rid of Trump, the world will be a much nicer place to live. Knee pain and brain tumors and all!




Sunday, June 21, 2020

Getting old?

I up the other day thinking about this. Aging.  Maybe I am in denial, but I cannot think of myself as "old".  I am 66.  I guess I'm  not a kid any more.

One thing I am asking myself is, does aging have to hurt?  I seem to hurt somewhere or other almost all of the time.  It's mostly my knees.  The knee I had replaced last August isn't really painful now like it was for the first few months.  But I am aware of it. If I bump the scar it hurts.

My right knee- the one due to be replaced one of these days.  That's the one that really hurts.  When I bend over and bend my knees that right knee crackles and feels like there are shards of glass rubbing together. 

If I sit in any position for too long, my legs are really stiff when I stand up and try to walk.   am sure I must look like I am 100 years old.

Oh, and then there's my hips.  Often when I am in bed, my hip starts to hurt.  I can really only sleep comfortably while lying on my side.  That contributes to the hip pain.

On some nights I wake up because my legs are so achy.  Putting on compression socks helps.  A lot.

Okay, that's enough griping about my aches and pains.  

Our life has been pretty tame lately.   I guess some people would be bored being us.  We are both content drinking our coffee and watching TV.  I am usually knitting something or another.   Nick is often in front of his computer in his den.  I get up to go to the bathroom about 100 times a day.   I try not to eat stuff that I know better than to eat. But I am not so good.  I lost 30lb before my knee surgery.   I should have kept at it and worked on losing more.  But, no, I have gained about 20lb of it back.

I suspect my weight is a major contributing factor in my aches etc.   I have started to  use my Weight Watcher tracking.  It helps a lot.  There will start being open studios where I could attend meetings.  Meetings really helped me a lot.  But with Covid 19 numbers going up, I am staying safe and staying home.

We go for walks when it's nice out- and my knees are not too painful.  We go for drives too.  Buddy loves to go for walks and drives.

Austin has been here for a few weeks.  It's worked out well.  He has the whole basement as his apartment.  We usually eat dinner together which is nice. We talk and listen.  I love listening to Austin about things that he knows and I don't understand.  He's very smart.  And just a good guy

In Reston, when we moved into our house there in 1983, Kathy was our next door neighbor. She still lives there.  Over the years she had a son, and I had a couple of sons who enjoyed paying with him.  Even though we have moved allover the world and back, and now to  Aldie, Kathy and I keep in close touch.  

Kathy became a grandmother this week.  I am so happy for her!  I knitted a sweater for the baby and I can't wait to get it to her.  She knew that the baby was going to be a girl, so I knitted a pink sweater for her.  That's my latest project.

I still remember the day  she came home from the hospital with her son- who is a new parent himself!




Monday, June 15, 2020

April 9, 1950--June 15, 2001












 Washington post
 
June 15, 2001

Dale Alan Thompsen
Safeway Employee
Dale Alan Thompsen, 51, a Silver Spring resident and 33-year Safeway employee, died at a hospital in Baltimore June 15 from injuries he had received that day in a traffic accident in Laytonsville.
A spokesman for the Montgomery County police said Mr. Thompsen was riding his 2001 Harley-Davidson Classic motorcycle northbound on Route 108 when he collided with a Ford Taurus driven by a 21-year old Laytonsville woman who was pulling out of the Laytons Village Shopping Center shortly after 8 a.m. Police said that it appeared that the car driver had failed to yield the right-of-way.
Mr. Thompsen, an Oregon native, came to the Washington area in 1961 and graduated from Northwood High School in Silver Spring in 1968.
He had worked for Safeway mainly in Northern Virginia and was a night stocker in its Burke store at the time of his death.
Over the years, he had participated in motorcycle rallies, including the Memorial Day Rolling Thunder rally in Washington this year. He was a member of Alcoholics Anonymous and the Rebos Club, and had received awards for aiding alcoholics.
His marriage to Janet Thompsen ended in divorce.
Survivors include his daughter, Molly Thompsen of Burke; his mother, Ruth Naumowicz of Silver Spring; and two sisters, Carol Hestvik of Ellicott City and Nancy Sherwood of Reston






















Saturday, June 13, 2020

"My" Power Surge Group

I wrote this for sharing on the Friends of La Leche League Facebook page, formerly known as LLL Alumni
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When I went to my first La Leche League meeting with my four-month-old, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was given the blue copy of the Womanly Art of Breastfeeding when I was pregnant. I devoured the book. I felt at home with everything I read. The friend who gave the book to me told me that if I didn’t have any bottles in the house, I would not be tempted to use them.
My daughter was born in Bangkok, where we were posted to the US Embassy. I really didn’t have anyone to talk to about breastfeeding. There were no La Leche League Groups there at that time.
As soon as I went into that first meeting, back in the States I knew I was “home”. Seeing babies with teeth and shoes who were still nursing was new to me, but I learned about all the various ways we mother our babies.
I started to work on becoming a LLL Leader as soon as I was able to. In fact, I received my Leader card in the mail at my in-law’s house as we were about to leave for another overseas posting.
I never knew back then that I would “still” be in La Leche League. But here I am. Over forty years later I am still an active Leader.
We lived in Poland under communism, and I was not permitted to form a group or hold any kind of meetings. In fact, while we were there it was even illegal to have a printing press. So I did my work by correspondence with La Leche League International. I got my husband’s Polish secretary to help translate basic breastfeeding information into Polish. I then mailed the Polish language information to LLLI in, Illinois. My understanding is that most of the requests for the Polish language breastfeeding information were ordered by Polish Americans and they mailed it back to Poland.
I have many more overseas La Leche League tales to tell. But now I want to write about the wonderful group that grew out of being a La Leche League Leader.
In 1996 we were just starting to write, send and receive email. My family and I were again overseas. This time in Western Australia. I was active with a LLL Group there, but was missing my friends back home. Plus, as much as I love working with mothers and babies, I was entering a new stage of parenting. Teens. Kids leaving home. Aging parents. And hot flashes!
There was an online email listserv for La Leche League Leaders. It was so good to connect. But several of us were in the same boat. We didn’t need support with potty training or night nursing.
Norma Ritter started a group just for “us”. We decided on the name “Power Surge”, or PS. We capped membership at a little over 40 members.
In the last 20+ years we have remained a cohesive group. We have been though some members becoming widows, losing parents, losing children and grandchildren. A few of the members of this group have died as well.
The first time a large number of actually met in person was at the La leche League International Conference in Washington, DC in 1997. I have pictures and memories of that time that I will cherish
One member of the group had an idea. She suggested that we all contribute a bead that we felt represented each our own unique personality. Then we each contributed enough beads for each member to make their own necklace from the beads. When any one of us needs support, prayers and good thoughts we spread out PS Angel wings and wear our beads.
Somewhere I have a list of which bead came from which “PSsister” and why it was chosen. Some were handmade, some purchased. Some were even made of rolled up pages from New Beginnings!


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Comments:

  • Patricia Lawrence Spanjer And because PS was full, some of us formed another group, Spice of LL Life. SOLLL OR SOUL. I am part of that group and we are still going strong/

  • Edie Lindsey Eckman I love this story, and the influence so many LLLLeaders and friends had on my life.

  • Nancy McAvoy Gajdosik ♥️👍♥️ You are truly the epitome of LLL 🥰


  • Jill Levien Interesting to read everyone's LLL journey to leadership. I was not one of those moms who felt instantly at home. In fact I remember being shocked at seeing a toddler who walked and talked and wore shoes climb up onto her mother's lap to nurse.
    Little did I know that 2 years later I was still nursing my oldest when I became pregnant with our middle child. Or that I would tandem nurse my middle and youngest child. .

    • Alice Dench Ziring I think many of us were shocked/surprised to see those first nursing toddlers. ;-)

  • Barbara Mullins Loved reading this, Nancy, and I don't know where my life would have gone without this loving, supportive network of like-minded women! We've been together through family-centered life and birth - and family-centered end of life care.

  • Sarah Ostrowski Simmons 🥰 I am a LLL baby! We lived (well still do actually) in New Castle, PA we drove over 2 hours for meetings in Cleveland, OH. My mom talks about her first meetings much like you described yours. We would meet at a park and she said they would ring a bell for lunch and dozens of "big" kids would pour in! I met my first best friend in that LLL group too. I still talk to the leader from that group and many of the friends my family made in it. Fast forward to me at 25 and I walked into my first LLL meeting as a mom, the whole meeting was spent asking me questions about growing up in LLL :-)

    Sadly shortly later that group in my hometown disbanded :-( .

    Now I am almost 33 years old currently nursing my 2yr old last baby as I write this post. LLL has been such an amazing part of my life and taught me that many moms nurse long, my daughter nursed 33 mos. It also taught me to fight for it while in the hospital with a 36wker. Thank you for all of your lifetime of work to share BF around the world!

    Love
  • Sarah Ostrowski Simmons Sarah Russell i think there is one in boardman, OH. I was in MOPs and most of the moms in that group were crossovers from lll and our local nurse family partnership and wic office are HUGE advocates and have a support group too :-) my biggest personal challenge has been only having 1 car, so that I could stay home with the kids so getting to meetings was a challenge sometimes.

  • Sarah Russell Sarah Ostrowski Simmons that is hard! So much can be done online now... especially since everything shut down a few months ago. If you are interested in pursuing LLL leadership, there is definitely a way to make it happen!

  • Sarah Ostrowski Simmons Sarah Russell awesome I may! It has always been a passion of mine! Kick myself often for not applying for peer counselor at wic a few years ago... I am currently the librarian at New Castle Christian Academy... but LLL leadership is definitely on my heart!
  • Chris Weideman Newlon What a beautiful tale of your continuing journey with LLL. Beautiful and I am just so lucky to have met you in New Orleans!
  • Margie Hord de Mendez What a fascinating story! And in several countries you were able to make an impact, despite limitations. Congrats!
     
  • Babette Cohn Love you Nancy!! This was beautifully said, of course. You continue to inspire all of us who followed in your footsteps as LLL Leaders. I remember that 1997 Conference and how proud we all were to be local leaders in the host city! Angela and I were there with our "babies", with mine turning 23 years old next Wednesday - it still feels like it was yesterday.
     
  • Suki Sil Such wonderful stories, what an amazing international community you helped to build and then build again! Waving at you from Sydney, Australia. Best wishes
    Charmaine Teets I was at that conference! 🤱🏼
  • Janice Pickett Beautiful story. My first LLL meeting was like meeting all my friends even though I didn’t know anyone there. LLL Leaders make a difference because for some reason they can relate to whatever one is experiencing.

  • Kristi Caw Ramey This thread, all these messages make me so happy. My first LLL International Conference was in 97 as well, in DC


  • Kimberli Wall Hartwick What a great life you have lead so far! I would not have been able to enjoy my independent, non-sleeping, constantly nursing, first born had my neighbor not dragged me to LLL of Redlands, CA group when I was pregnant. What a life changing day. By thtime that baby was born I had read the 'blue book' several times and sent it to my Mother. She read it and became a big part of changing how babies in our family were raised from that moment on. I still am a leader too, Children 41,38, 31, and 28 (they have weaned. :) ) Grandmother to 6. Still doing this because I remember how wonderful it was to be helped by a calm voice on the phone, and a group of women who willing shared their experiences.
     
  • Helen Russ Love the connection necklace.
     
  • Jean Moneyhon Nearly thirty of us!
  • Terri Willner I was so lucky to know Nancy as a co leader in VA early in my LLL time and she was a big positive influence on me. My 3 sisters all became Leaders too, and 3 of us were active at the same time in Eastern PA, my daughter claims she was described as part of “that family” when she helped with children’s play area during a conference .... no grand babies for me yet but I think I have a niece applying for leadership now!
     
  • Alice Dench Ziring I, also, felt as if I had 'come home' and 'found my niche' when I found LLL and then became a Leader. I applied for LLL leadership without ever having been to a meeting, as I was living overseas with no local group available. However, I had the old blue book living overseas with no local group available. However, I had the old blue WAB, as well as a copy of Karen Pryor's _Nursing Your Baby_, and I had subscribed to "LLL News", the precursor to "New Beginnings". My application took what seemed to me a very long 6 months, as it was all done by snail mail from overseas. As a fellow Power Surger...named for our perimenopausal 'power surges' (aka hot flashes)...I found a sisterhood that sustains me to this day, even though I retired last year as a Leader...after over 40 years. In addition, I have a number of other wonderful long-time female friends who I met through LLL.

  • Anne Marie Arsenault Just so beautiful...LLL-ish. My besties are mostly women I met and shared with back in 1970-80's.

  • Sharon Meserole Miller Such an amazing journey! I too felt such relief when I attended my first LLL meeting 46 years ago! I was a young mother ( almost 21), with no friends who had children yet. My husband worked 2nd shift, and many evenings my Dad would come over to keep me company! Back when I was born, there was little encouragement for mothers to nurse. So my Mom and Dad watched me learn to nurture my baby by breastfeeding. They became great supporters over the years as my family grew from 3-7! 5 beautiful girls that I couldn’t be prouder of! When my 2nd daughter arrived, I quickly began the process to become a leader. I moved 3 times through the years, but always found LLL moms to be kind and caring. Now the girls are all grown. And I am so thankful for the growing I had as a mother through the years... Now I have 15 grandchildren who have been nurtured with love! Thank you LLL for touching our lives with much knowledge and a legacy that I hope will continue through generations to come! ❤️

  • Marie Foley-Nielsen I remember making many beads to bring to that conf, I hand painted a gingerbread man as my trademark. My crafting business card reads "The Gingerbread Lady". Did craft shows for thirty or more years, using my earnings to offset the cost of Catholic school tuition for my 8 children. Now my age slows my skill, but will always make gifts. Still miss LLLConf. What ever happened to my necklace?