Unselfish Acts

Arial view of Moscow, Ohio following tornado damage

I received a phone call yesterday from my daughter-in-law, Melody asking if I would be available to be on call if the boys needed me. She works at OVRDC and she and a few coworkers were going to Moscow, Ohio to help with the clean up effort that is underway there. On March 2nd, an EF3 tornado touched down in Moscow and cut a path of destruction that leveled close to 70% of the little village. Melody said that it was a very humbling experience for her.  We see film footage of devastation on the news all of the time and think how terrible, but we have no idea the depth of that tragedy unless we are there to witness it first hand. I know that your unselfish efforts were very much appreciated Melody.    

While I am on the subject of unselfish acts, this seems like the perfect time to also sing my daughter, Theresa's praises. On August 10th of this year Theresa will set out on a 50 mile bike ride as a participant in Pelotonia. After wanting to do this for quite a while, her time has come. I have furnished a link in case you are interested in the history of Pelotonia. Theresa has committed to raise $1,250.00 in donations from individuals that would like to sponsor her as a rider. 100% of the money raised goes to cancer research at The James Cancer Center, OSU Hospital in Columbus , Ohio. 

I think just about everyone's life has been touched by cancer in one way or another. It is a complicated disease that takes many forms and does not discriminate. It will attack regardless of age, sex or color and is unmerciful. If you would like to make a donation and sponsor Theresa in Pelotonia you can make that donation on Theresa's Profile Page. 

I am so proud of both of you girls. Melody and Theresa, you both are setting some fine examples for my grandchildren to follow. I love you both.       

I Am Blessed

~Jo

Lesson Learned

As sometimes happens in families between siblings, my sister and I had a falling out. She became angry with me and I honestly did not have an inkling of what horrible thing I must have done to be excommunicated as a sibling. We existed like this for 11 years. There were occasions, such as a death in the family, when I would call to pass on the information. The conversations were strained and quick. There were also those times that we crossed each other's paths in public. Of course when that happened there was the polite impersonal exchange of two or three sentences inquiring about the kids and grand kids. Sounded more like grunts and moans than anything resembling speech. None the less, that is how it went for 11 years. 

There was 14 years difference in our age, so when I was starting school my sister had already moved out on her own. We didn't have the kind of relationship that sisters have when they grow up together. She was somewhat of a second mother to me, because as a small child my care fell to her when our mother wasn't there.   

To be brutally honest with you, I can be stubborn at times, with a twist of bullheadedness thrown in. So when my sister had decided to delete me from her list of relatives I was clueless as to why and hurt, but was determined that no one would know how I really felt. Word did come to me through someone who I should have known would be an unreliable source. In fact it was someone that would get a lot of pleasure from my pain. What I was told only served to make me angry because I saw it as pettiness on my sister's part. There were times over that 11 year time span when I considered calling her and talking it out. Before I could dial that phone though that stubbornness would kick in and I rationalized why I shouldn't be the one to make the first move.

Just prior to to selling the house and getting caught up in what seemed to be the never ending process of moving, I had a Saturday that I decided to spend watching some movies that I had been wanting to see. 'Passengers' was one of those on my list. By the time it was over, I was a mess with tears that just didn't want to stop. In a heart beat, I had the phone in my hand, dialing my sister's number.  

We have spent these recent months since I made that phone call mending our relationship and healing. During this time my brother-in-law passed away. I am so grateful that I was able to be there for her and to help her through her loss. I am also grateful that my brother-in-law knew that we had settled our differences before he died. There was an important lesson learned through all of this... One that I won't soon forget. When it comes to loved ones, never ever let pride and stubbornness stand in the way of mending fences. In the blink of an eye the opportunity could be taken away from you. 

Thursday, my sis and I are going to visit our favorite aunt while we still have the chance to. 

God Bless

~Jo

Moving Day Revisited

When I left you yesterday JD and I were feeling the mixed physical results of moving and being old. Notice that I said 'being' old and not 'getting' old. At this point in time I was certain we had 'Arrived'. 

We were like a three ring circus. While JD removed the carpeting from the house in town and laid the laminate flooring, I was climbing up and down ladders painting. At the same time we were both unpacking and sorting through what little bit we brought to the house and not placed in the storage unit. As we were getting down to the wire when we would meet with the Realtors at the Title company's office to sign papers and turn over the keys, that final trip to JD's Mountain had to be made and the job there finished. 

As we pulled into the drive we noticed that the door to the well house was standing open. Although not something that we did on a regular basis, occasionally we had gone off without locking up one of the out buildings before. While JD stopped to check things out in that building, I went on to the house to get started with the task at hand.

When I unlocked the door and went in I sensed that something just wasn't quite right. I went through the living room, kitchen, dining room and into the spare bedroom and that is when it hit me. The boxes that I had packed and left in that room to be loaded up and moved looked as if they had exploded. After seeing this I walked back through the house and found the same situation in the kitchen and living room where we had left the rest of the packed boxes. The items that I had carefully placed in the boxes had been rifled through and thrown everywhere.  Someone had broken into the house in the few days that we had been gone. They had come in through the mudroom door and then through the laundry room, just off the spare bedroom.  

It made me physically sick to my stomach that this had happened. With our belongings packed up and in three different locations, it was next to impossible to pinpoint at that time what had been taken. I am still discovering that some things are missing. All we can do is assume that these things were among the items stolen. I am so thankful that we had already moved our belongings with   any monetary value on the first move days before the break in. Chris had done a walk through before we left that day and made sure that no valuables were left behind (I raised a very smart son).  

It was an ideal house to break into. It couldn't be seen from the road or by the neighbors when the trees had leaves. In fact during the winter months was the only time the house was visible to the outside world. Memories came flooding back of how many nights we slept with the doors wide open and only the screen doors latched. I thought of the times that I had stayed there alone when JD had to make a trip to Louisiana and I wasn't able to go along for one reason or another. Up until this time I had been carrying around a heavy heart about leaving our little piece of heaven, but now found myself looking forward to living where my doors and windows will be visible to my neighbors. Living close enough to people that if I screamed in the night someone will hear me. I don't know that anyone would act on it, but at least I would be heard. I hope to never again experience the flood of emotions that I felt that day when I discovered we had joined the growing ranks of people who are being violated by home invasions. I am thankful that we weren't there when it happened and that the only damage done was to the doors they entered through. It could have been much worse than it was.

We are Blessed..........

~Jo 

Moving Day 2011

Summer before last JD and I faced the fact that due to health reasons, we really did need to sell the little house on the mountain and move to town. Our Realtor advertised the house online. Not long into spring of last year a buyer out of New Mexico, who's job was transferring her to this area saw the photos of our house, fell in love with it and had to have it. Meanwhile after the business that my daughter worked for closed it's doors for good, she found the job of her dreams and moved to Columbus. This left her with a house in our little town that she needed to get rid of. We could have searched the rest of our lives and not been able to find a better deal than what she gave us on purchasing her house. 

Long story short ....... the buyer for the house on the mountain needed to move in right away. Theresa wasn't all moved out at that time so we more or less moved in on top of her. It was a nightmare unfolding right before our eyes. My ideal move would have been to sort through things and toss what we no longer needed, instead of moving it with us. Needless to say it wasn't an ideal move by any stretch of the imagination. We packed everything up and my son, his wife and the grandsons came out to help with the move. The majority of our belongings would be going into a storage unit. Only the bare necessities came to our new home at that time. 

We had some remodeling plans for the new home and wanted to get walls painted, bathroom redone, carpet taken up and laminate flooring put down before moving a lot of our belongings in. On moving day we did get the majority of our things moved out of the house on JD's Mountain. We still had another trailer load to move and cleaning to do. We waited a couple of days before we went back to move that final load. In the midst of this JD had to go to a Chiropractor for his back or walk humped over for the rest of his life. We were both feeling like we were in our mid nineties about this time. 

Since I am learning to pace myself..... I will leave you with this picture. JD and I sitting in the midst of Theresa trying to move out of her house and us moving in. Hurting and sore enough that I did give a passing thought to just throwing our hands up and saying we just can't do any more.

I'll be back tomorrow with the conclusion to Moving Day.

God Bless,  ~Jo 

Baby Steps

So that this will not be too much of a shock for anyone to handle, myself included...... I am taking baby steps and hopefully blogging will once more be a daily (or almost daily) part of my life. I came to visit yesterday and was surprised to see that it looked as if someone had taken a big spoon and stirred my graphics and background up. It looked to be a big swirly mess. The thought did cross my mind to just close the browser and forget it, but then there was this darn tug at my heart and tinge of pride that whispered in my mind that, "No, I needed to stay, look around and do what is needed to fix it." I was surprised at how many changes have taken place in my absence. I was almost overwhelmed, but thought back to when I first started this blog and remembered how overwhelmed I was then too. So here I am taking that first step back to the world of blogging and sharing once more, "The Many Moods Of Me". 

In the recent months our desktop computer went to it's great reward. Wherever computers go when their little brains get fried, it took with it my vast collection of graphics, links and notes for future blogs. So I really am taking this in baby steps one day at a time. I did miss you all and look forward to sharing the events of my life over the past year as well as my thoughts and events in the future. 

Enjoy.............

~Jo