“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

   “Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

November brought another birthday! Number 62 hooray! A “Life’s Daily Inspiration” for me. And with it a present from me, to me Lol. Well, it’s a guaranteed way to get what you want for your birthday. Although that’s not why I got this particular gift. 

   It was to help me through the tough times of the holidays without my Mom who died August 30th at the age of 93 years old.

I not only lost my Mom but also the child she had become.

  But, that’s a previous story so back to this particular story.

   Oh, he is handsome and very talkative, smart, an awesome personality.  I should mention he snores terribly.  Eats everything in sight. And drinks

heavily, water that is. His ears are a little large.

But, of course, I am talking about my new dog. Or puppy to be exact .Not just any old pup but my new pup. His name is Fred. Unless he’s been really sweet then I call him Freddie. And likewise, when I am mad at him he is Frederick. 

What can I say is I was dazzled by those big gorgeous eyes. He is everything you could ask for in a mans best friend. Or in this case a woman’s. 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!

All jokes aside a daughter of a former patient both raises and shows Australian Shepherds. And also puts them through competition  agility courses. Lucky for me. So when I decided I wanted a puppy. I called her. And she had part of a litter left that she was selling. They were about three months old. She had both a female and a male. I chose the male. 

  She brought him up the day before Thanksgiving. Which couldn’t have been better!As Mom and I always spent the day together for Thanksgiving and Christmas. 

I was dreading all those memories flooding in all day long. Oh, there always there that’s true but the thought of that whole day. I just dreaded it. Definitely, not one of my “life’s daily inspirations.”

So my friend Brenda came up from Atlanta Georgia about 10am. From my first glance at the little stinker, I knew I’d done the right thing.

Of course, ask me at 2 am on a potty break and you might hear me second guessing myself. Fred loves to play tirelessly and is just like a 2-year-old , he needs to be entertained. Between walks till he drops for about an hour and then we do it again all over. 

But he makes me laugh out loud at his silliness. And he smart as a whip. I taught him to sit on command. In one afternoon. 

Thanksgiving was a terrible day made better by Fred’s company and antics. Everything was new to him and he still brightens the dark moments. He may not talk in words but he has no problem letting you know what he wants. 

He very stubborn or as the professionals call it free thinking. Evidently being bred to be working dogs. These dogs have a mind of their  own.  

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” A Gift In November!


He’s finding out his new Mom wrote the book on being stubborn Lol. So he has more than met his match.

  My neighbor puts out a nativity scene every year and lights all over the front of the house. The first night the neighbor turned it on Fred stopped dead in the middle of the drive and just stared. He’d look at it then at me. I on the other hand, was dying laughing.

I went to take him closer to check it out. He wouldn’t budge an inch toward it. Instead my fearless pup turns and bolted straight into my arms. 

I think telling me, protect me mom, Mom they’re gonna get me. It took 3 days to get him over there. Oh there was no coaxing ,he still sat and refused to be moved.

So being the inventor of stubborn, I carried him whining all the way ,sat him down and up he jumps in my arms. My big bad dog! 

So I put him down again holding him by his collar and made him touch it with his nose. This time he barked and tried to run but I made him come back while I touched it several times. 

While this time he tried to herd me away from it. Gone was his fear he had to protect me from those terrible “Things” whew! 

After his repeated attempts to rescue me from the lighted monsters. He decided to sniff one. Then he licked it ,then we went for his bathroom break. Then finally returned to our house. 

Only now he insists on visiting our new buddies in plastic nightly. Well, what can I say, guess he finally has me trained.

thank you so much for reading our life’s daily inspiration story today please leave us a comment below. And maybe share about your Thanksgiving Holidays.

Blessings,

Scarlett and Elaine

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

  “Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts! 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!  today is about a former Hospice patient Ms. Lorene.  Who lived in a  little two bedroom house. That would have been adorable if you could have gotten through it, that is. Ms. Lorene had Cancer as a physical diagnosis. But she was also unfortunately a hoarder.

  That definitely was not a “life’s daily inspiration” and her illness certainly was not. Ms. Lorene even with her hoarding was an amazing woman. 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

Her second bedroom was full of dolls, on the bed, the dressers, you name it. Hanging on the wall even a few hanging from the ceiling. Around the wall where there was a free space. And stacked in boxes that you couldn’t see. According to Ms. Lorene anyway. And sitting on top of said boxes. 

   But that was the “good” room or neat room. 

From there it was downhill. The kitchen was piled with takeout containers, and throw away cups from every conceivable fast food you could think imagine.

There were empty hamburger containers. Used aluminum foiled she’d wiped off and pressed out flat to reuse. Stacks of different food napkins from all those restaurants. Not to mention mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup packets, and straws galore. Then there were piles of dirty dishes. Or what I assumed were dirty dishes.

In her bedroom, there was literally only room to walk if you turned sideways. Not so difficult for me but, Ms. Lorene had to walk sideways with a walker… it was a shipwreck waiting to happen. Her bed was a mountain of bedclothes, piles of blankets, and clothes of unquestionable cleanliness.  

  Her dressers and vanity were mountains of stuff. I remember in one corner thinking there must be twenty boxes of Kleenex. 

   Funny how certain things stick with you. But, that Kleenex just stuck. I think because even though the quantity was certainly excessive it had at least been stacked orderly. Where the rest of the house was like a bomb that went off.

With that being said, It was home to Ms. Lorene.

It isn’t our job to judge someone for their choices. Or more aptly there lack of choices. My concern was Ms. Lorene herself and her safety in her home. Now the question was how much help and assistance would she allow? And how best to bring up the conditions she had surrounded herself.

  Elaine and I have often found in Hospice you need to wear many hats. Go that extra mile to get the right help for our patients. 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” When Helping Hurts!

Ms. Lorene needed a Hospital bed. Not a problem getting one. Just a matter of calling the medical supply facility.  That was the easy part. How to get it in her room? That was the question of the day. And how to do it without offending her. 

   So a couple of days later I went back to see Ms. Lorene. I’d talked to the chaplain and the social worker. Who in turn spoke with her church pastor. The  pastor spoke with her Sunday School class. 

  They, of course, were aware of the situation. As many had visited and were more than willing to help. Now we had the how “to” in place.

  But, more importantly, we needed permission from Ms. Lorene.  To us it was helping ,to her it might be an unwanted intrusion in her space.

  I let myself in as Ms. Lorene didn’t answer the door when I knocked. Hollering as I entered to alert her it was just me. She wasn’t feeling well that day. And said, she had stayed in bed all weekend.

  So that gave me the opening I needed. Ms. Lorene, don’t you think you would benefit from a hospital bed? Well, honestly this bed has gotten really hard for me to get up and out of she declared.

   But, all my things whatever would I do with them? 

We explained we could take this bed down and stand it against the wall. We were sure we could get some help with the clothes. Personal thing things could be put in boxes and put around the wall.

Would you be interested in getting some help in the kitchen and bathroom? It would make it so much easier to get you, walker, around. You wouldn’t have to turn sideways anymore, as we explained, she appeared interested.

   She said  I would love to get it where I could walk around again. It wasn’t a big deal till I couldn’t walk anymore. But, who will you get to do it?

We explained that hospice frequently has volunteers to help out. So we would see.

   That day there were 7 of us that showed up to help. We brought boxes garbage bags, and cleaning supplies. Because of the Hospital bed being delivered, we started there first. Taking down the bed and placing against the wall.

  We sorted clothes with Ms. Lorene’s direction. We had those needed for now and those for winter in another pile.

  We even had a church member to volunteer to take care of her laundry weekly.

  We packed boxes along one wall to clear a path for Ms. Lorene or anyone else. What an awesome feeling to know she was safe to navigate it again.

   The kitchen and living room went quickly with seven pairs of hands pitching in with the cleanup. We filled up some 30 green garbage bags. Yes, thirty. We took turns washing dishes and putting them up in a nice and clean cabinet.

The bed came and was put up for use. Her face was priceless, to be able to sleep in a clean,clutter-free and comfortable bed.

  The one thing I think we will all remember was the tears of gratitude by Ms. Lorene. She apologized for the mess her house had become.

Saying it got out of hand and then she didn’t know how to start to clean it. Then she got sick and couldn’t clean it.  She feared she would die with it like that. She did not want to be remembered as a hoarder.

 Now she could die with her head held high.

Amazing what a little caring and compassion can accomplish.

 We hope you are encouraged and inspired to make a difference in someone today.

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Blessings,

 

 

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Ship Wrecked!

 

 “Life’s Daily Inspiration” Ship Wrecked!    

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” SHip Wrecked!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” SHip Wrecked!

Well we’re off on an adventure today to the land of memories. I’ve had such fun recounting some of my brother Carl and I escapades. Thought I’d share this one. Another “Life’s Daily Inspiration in a childhood memory of days gone bye.

   At the time of course I never would have thought about this being written about. But, Oh at the things we could dream up!

   Again let me say are main source of entertainment was our imagination. There wasn’t all the options kids have today. Which is immaterial because there wasn’t any extra money for those kind things.

  So that helped along these recounting of my “life’s daily inspiration.”

  I was about 9 years old and we lived in Florida, Orlando to be exact. And ever the tomboy my brother Carl and I went down to the lake behind the house. I now realize as an adult it wasn’t very big. But, back then it was huge! With a little Island in the middle. One side backed up to woods. Another to the road. And another to a large hill. And the last to the row of houses. One of which was out our back door. Complete with a creek running into the small lake. 

  I tell you all this to try to give you a picture of our playground. It was visible. But, still secluded. Enough so my brother and his two friends Mike and Kyle could get into plenty of mischief.

   For instance Carl loved model cars. Back then he usually got a couple for Christmas. Yep, that was it. And we thought it was wonderful to boot. 

   But, Carl got this particular year a car. Don’t remember the type/kind just that it was a car. And the other was a boat model. You know like the old sailing ships with masts rigging.

  I have no idea what I got. I just remember getting a sketch pad and pencils from my Aunt Lonnie.

   What I do remember is Carl and I spending hours putting the ship together. I loved the detail so even though I was younger I’m the one that did all the rigging. Carl just didn’t have the patience to sit and read those directions. He wanted instant gratification. I also painted it with his model paint. Which came in little 2 inch bottles. Carl hated the tedious process. Me, I loved it. I was and am still somewhat of a perfectionist.

   It was finally finished and I thought it was awesome. So this beautiful sunny day we head down to the creek. I know you thought we were going to the lake.

We were but Mother wouldn’t let us go that far. Or at least not  if she knew about it. So we would go out the back gate and over the embankment to the creek and follow it to the road. It had one of the huge culverts that run under the road. Yep, we were sneaky no doubt about it. Hee hee.  Don’t judge I bet you’ve done the same. 

   So we go on through that culvert with Carl’s ship and proceeded to sail it. Carl had tied a fishing line to the little ship.  Well, we did that for about 30 minutes. Then big brother says why don’t we make a raft out of the old pallets over there. Then we could sail out to that little island ourselves. He let it  be carried over by the waves to the island. Then he let go of the string and said now we have to go, to get my ship. 

    Oh, let me say I knew this wasn’t smart. But, he could sell ice to the Eskimo’s and make them think they needed it. 

   What can I say he was my big brother and I always fell for his shenanigans. Even when my common sense said, bad idea.

“Life’s Daily Inspiration” SHip Wrecked!
“Life’s Daily Inspiration” Ship Wrecked!

   So we took those pallets and put 4 of them together in the shape of a square. Kyle ran to his house to get some rope. Which we then put to use tying the pallets together. Not one of our brightest moments. Well, they say you learn by your mistakes! If that’s true we all four should be nearly brilliant Lol.

    Because our escapes were just getting started. We pushed those pallets out to the waters edge. And they did float. We all got on and used a couple of boards to paddle toward the island.

Surprisingly it was uneventful. We were all laughing and hollering feeling so proud of ourselves.

  We made it off the island.

   We explored every inch of it. We found a few turtles and some coke bottles to sell. Then we started back to where our raft was waiting. Except it wasn’t sitting waiting anymore.

It was almost underwater. So like the good little goofs we all were. We decided we could make it back  to shore we’d just have to hurry. So we all climbed on with our boards for oars. We made it about halfway before the wooden pallets became soggy enough we were knee deep in water literally.

   Mike couldn’t swim so Kyle, Carl and I jumped in thinking we would have to save Mike.

Imagine our shock when we realized the “Lake” was only waist deep.Imagine Mikes relief when he realized he wasn’t gonna drown on that day!And somehow in the sinking of our raft we sunk Carl’s ship. Of course since we were already wet we looked or pretended to as as swam around. And how did we explain being soaked when we got home? That’s easy because Carl told Mother I pushed him in. And that he pushed me back. That way we both got fussed at. Of course I just had to hear how girls shouldn’t play in the creek.

It wasn’t lady like. Not sure how to take that because tomorrow she’d be telling me to go outside and play with your brother. Grownups were sure weird.

   We hope you’ve enjoyed our life’s daily inspiration story please leave us a comment below and let us know your thoughts. Maybe share a story of yours.