Thanks to Di from pensitivity101 for helping to keep #writephoto up and running. Peace to her and to Sue! Enjoy and write on! :
She walked quickly, the leaves noisy under her sneakers. The trail was turning up ahead and she didn’t understand why this part of the path looked so unfamiliar. Where were the other runners? She started to feel some unease. Was someone following her? Was someone watching her from behind the autumn trees. Her pace was quickening in conjunction with her heart rate. She tried to convince herself that she was causing the anxiety, that her mind was doing all the manipulating. But the feeling was too real. She glanced down at her phone. No service. What now? She no longer felt safe, she felt very afraid. Her slow jog turned into run when her mind started thinking about the serial killers who did these things on purpose.
Before the moon drops to reveal a new day, the raven sits and waits to see if death will be coming to call. This lonely raven caws softly, hoping to fly soon, as the sky starts to brighten. Tonight is a good night, the raven continues to sit, death is nowhere near; a quiet night is a fine-spun night of peace.
I am terribly afraid of spiders. I have tried to desensitize myself. When I was student teaching the teacher I was working under had me do a whole spider lesson with the kids to get me past the fear. I have had to get help for nightmares, when they are bad I cannot sleep. Some people think it is funny and enjoy either showing me spider pictures or fake spiders, but it really isn’t funny. When I was teaching my own class and the kids would find out how I feel, I would teach them about sensitivity and empathy using myself as the example. When my kids were little, I tried to never show them my fear. My daughter, however, is terrified! I have had to go to her apartment to get a spider when she has been alone with no one to help her.
I picked Gratitude to write about for the month on November. I missed a few days but life goes on…
On this day, 11/05/2020, I am thankful that I had such a good, caring, loving mother and that I can remember her and see some of the pictures from her life. She passed away in December of 1994 so it has been quite a long time. I don’t remember everything but I can pick out moments and remember her, what she said, etc. I can’t really remember her voice. Everyone loved my mom. She did so many things (must be where I get it from!). She reupholstered furniture, sewed everything from Halloween costumes to prom dresses to stuffed Christmas trees for the holidays. She used to make these really neat ornaments out of egg shells. My cousin still has a few. She would somehow take just a little oval of the shell off and clean out the shell. Then she would put a little scene inside the shell (guess maybe that is where I get my mini-stuff fascination). Next she would dip the outer side of the entire shell in glitter. Finally she would put a little piece of decorative ribbon around the hole in the shell so it was almost like a little picture window.
Not everyone is lucky enough to have a wonderful, talented, loving mother like I did. I wish everyone did! I was very fortunate, and for that I am very grateful!
We came to the United States in August of 1950 by ship and by no means a luxury liner. Mom said they had horrible sleeping quarters consisting of bunk beds 3 and 4 high. Children and families were sick both from the heat, horrible food, and general conditions. I was 6, Regina was 4, and Lenny was 10. We were originally supposed to go to Australia as the U.S. was only taking families of four. At the D.P. (displaced persons) camp in Germany there were befriended by an Army Chaplain because I had to be baptized. Somehow he, Dan Carey, was able to get his family to sponsor our entrance into the U.S., find my father a job, get us an apartment in Manhattan and the schools. They did a story in the Daily News about our family coming over.
Regina was born in Germany in 1946, Lenny was born in Latvia and I was born in Latvia also. Both my mother and father were from Poland but worked and lived in Latvia. My mother had three sisters and her father died when she was young. They lived on a farm growing many vegetables and preserving meat for the winter. My father had two brothers. Actually, they were half brothers because his father died and his mother remarried. Both his brothers were younger, one named Rosco who also came to the U.S. and the youngest named Leonard who they didn’t find after World War II. He worked for the railroad there. My father’s real father was Russian but later his mother married a Polish man. My mother’s maiden name was Nezbert and she didn’t know where they were after the war or if there were even alive. My father’s parents were taken to the concentration camps during the war, he was able to determine, but never did see them before that.
Before the war my father made and sold picture frames made of metal. We have several old pictures in the family album showing some of the items. Polish eagles which he engraved and other metal objects. My mother worked in a restaurant, sewed our clothes, knit sweaters, and from some of the pictures they seemed to make due.
I haven’t been doing many challenges this week…I don’t know why except I have been busy (hahaha, yeah, really!).
I have been so busy writing for NaNoWriMo and their 50,000 word monthly November challenge. I figure if I want to reach that I have to write at least 1667 words a day, for the same story. It’s for writing a novel! Mine right now is YA Fiction. Right now, I just wrote “write now” (LOL) I have 7333 words done! I am so on track!
Today is my mom’s 76th heavenly birthday!
I started physical therapy for my knee yesterday. The therapist I see, Stephanie, is great but the whole place doesn’t have any appointments open until December! I am on the cancellation list but she gave me exercises to do at home until then. I haven’t seen Stephanie for almost two years, since having to go for my neck. With the psoriatic arthritis it seems that I get a lot of hang-ups but she is able to really help! I am keeping my fingers crossed that this gives me some pain relief because I already have a titanium hip, I am not ready for a titanium knee!
James, the man I found at Home Depot, to do work on the house is here for the start of all the projects. A while back I was leaving Home Depot and I saw him putting stuff in his truck. He seemed nice and the truck looked organized. Well, I hired him to take out the skylight in the upstairs bathroom, because it was leaking and the roof’s plywood was starting to rot, and he did a very nice job. So now, instead of a skylight we have a fan with a nice bright light right over the shower. I just have to repaint the ceiling to blend the “popcorn-ish” look better. Today he is starting by taking off the gutter on the front of the house to replace the facia board, which looks like swiss cheese from carpenter bees and from woodpeckers. He will check to see how much damage is behind it and fix what needs to be fixed. That will be nice because although I love the woodpeckers they sound like a jack-hammer from inside the bedroom!
I just received a shipment of miniature kits to work on for the holiday season. If you are interested in seeing any of the ones I have yet to put together just let me know and I will add a pic.