Category Archives: 2017 Goals

Once Upon a Time

Today I sang at a friend’s funeral. This particular friend was a Lutheran pastor and then later he was a bishop. When he retired, he continued to work tirelessly where needed. His was truly a life well lived, and I know when he arrived in heaven, he heard the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant!” from the King of kings. This was the most joyous funeral that I’ve ever attended, a real celebration of a beloved man.  It was a privilege and an honor to be part of it.

Once upon a time there was a man named Ken who believed God and loved people…

We prepared 17 separate pieces of music for the service. By the time the service was over nearly two hours later, I was exhausted. So here’s what I decided to do. Mike had to go back to work, which is the nature of of his job quite often. We drove back to the farm so he could get stuck back in, and I went out to a quiet, relaxing lunch at one of our local faves The Full Moon.

Now I am rewatching the first season of Once Upon a Time on Netflix. I’ve seen the first two seasons before, but I’d lost touch with it recently. This show is so fun for me as an avid Disney fan. I am rather crazy for most things Disney. The story is captivating and the characters are so well written. Within the first three episodes, I was completely sucked in again.

Once upon a time there was a boy named Henry who believed a story…

Real life and fantasy. The mundane and the magical. Living in the moment and pure escapism. Life is a wonderful mix, isn’t it?

Meet you at the Kingdom.

Donna

 

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Waiting for Weight

I heard on one of the doctor TV shows last week that a study shows that it is a good idea to weigh yourself every day. Apparently this way you keep honest with yourself about your eating habits and your exercise regime. I think this is a great idea for those who are at or near their healthy weight.

However, for those of us who are big girls (boys), it may not be the very best idea. Case in point, I have been scared straight (no disrespect to the Scared Straight program) by my last visit to my family physician and by my recent diagnosis of diabetes. So a week ago today, I began paying very close attention to the variety of healthy foods that I am eating and especially to the portions of said food. I bought a Fitbit Alta HR which let’s me know by vibrating on my wrist, when I’ve been sitting too long. So to make a long story short (I know, too late. 😉 My habits have changed drastically for the better.

Because I heard that it would be good to weigh myself every day, I did so.  First five day? Down, down, down more than ten pounds, which may give you an idea of how very much I have to lose. News flash: well over 100 pounds to get to a healthy weight.

Yesterday, my weight stayed the same. Today I am up six tenths of a pound. Now my usual reaction to a gain has been to say, “Well, crap, what use is it to even try!” Then I would go to the nearest sweets outlet and gorge on cakes and candies. Since I have been scared straight, that is no longer an option. Now I am faced with a conundrum. Do I keep weighing myself every day, and find a new coping mechanism for dealing with temporary weight gains? Or do I weigh myself less often, weekly or monthly, so I’m not faced with that possible problem daily? I’d really like to check in with friend Wayno. He is a family physician/general practitioner (I don’t know the difference.) I might just have to give him a jingle this week. If I do, I’ll let you know what he thinks. In the meantime, please weigh in (excuse the pun, with a nod to Linda Vallier who tickles us everyday on Facebook with a new pun) with your weighing habits. Every day? Or somewhat less often?

Thank you faithful Readers! It means a lot that you read these.

Donna     PS: Thank you to my son Jake and daughter-in-love Eliza for the iPhone accessories for early Mother’s Day. How fun! A personal fan that connects to my phone, which is gonna be so great in church this summer and a karaoke mic that works with my phone. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE! I already sent my daughter Emi and grandbaby Ida a video of me singing Happy Little Working Song from the movie Everlasting. This thing is a blast!

Being Accountable

The thing that bothers me about blogs, is that they seem so narcissistic. “This is me. This is what I know. This is what I do. Me, me, me, me, me….blah! I think of that each time I make an entry here. Even I get tired of reading about me, thinking about me, examining me. I am not writing this blog because I NEED an audience. I am writing this blog to keep myself accountable for the choices I am making everyday. Will I really move more? Will I really take control of the portions that I eat? Will I really make better food choices to actually feed my body and not just stuff myself with empty calories? Will I really test my blood glucose every day.  So this is my way of being accountable.

In that vein, let me share that I am having a very good day. Two meals consumed so far, nutritious and appropriately proportioned. Activity? I vacuumed the living room, changed the 4 ink cartridges in the printer, bagged some clothes to give away, worked the cat litter (Ugh!) and I plan to do some laundry today.

Now, why is this still called a Disney blog? Because it is a wonderful motivation for me. We had planned to go and spend four days at Disneyland Paris in the fall of 2018; however for our same amount of DVC (Disney Vacation Club) points, we can spend 8 nights in a Grand Villa at Walt Disney World in Florida. I want to be able to enjoy that time as much as possible. Watching my first grandchild (Ida, sweetest and smartest baby girl!) discover all things Mickey is a very exciting prospect! And sharing that time with the family? The best! I will use some visualization of that reunion when things get tough; it will help me to carry on. It may sound ridiculous, but Old Key West is my “laughing place.” (“Everybody has a laughing place, a laughing place to go-ho-ho.” From the movie Song of the South. Hmmm… no wonder I like Splash Mountain so much.) When I finally get there, I exhale and truly relax.

My latest Disney discovery is a book titled, “the easy guide to your Walt Disney World visit.” I really like it because it is snippets of info, rather than long tomes and epic-sized missives. In the Twitter universe where we want our info fast and short, I find this book very appealing. I highly recommend it; check it out.

Enough for today. Love and peace to you dear readers with prayers for our great country and the world.

Donna

January 20, 2017

On this day of the inauguration of the 45th President of the United State, I choose to talk about the five stages of dealing with grief:

Denial–No he did not friggn’ win! Those were my exact thoughts as I laid my head on my pillow in the early morning hours after the election in November. This is a nightmare. It cannot be happening. And for the first time in my 61 years, I felt ashamed of my country. Ashamed of those who chose to not vote. Ashamed of those who I believed had blinders on when they cast their vote.

Anger–They say anger comes next, but I jumped right into bargaining.

Bargaining–I keep hoping that the electoral college would stand up and protest the results.

Depression–This followed very quickly on the heels of denial. If I could, I would have slept through the next four years, so as not to experience the train wreck that I fear is our future. Fear being the operative word here. This is the first time since 9/11 that I have experienced genuine fear for our country.

Now Anger–This has been the longest lasting of the stages for me. But I’m tired now. Tired of wasting my energy on anger. At a local restaurant today I overheard two young white men trying to convince an elderly couple that Hillary’s lost emails would prove that she was providing money to support ISIS. After I wiped up the coffee I choked on at that point I said, “Hey, you two, that is white supremacist propaganda. Lies! That is hate talk at its worst.”  The two young men looked at me sheepishly and left the restaurant.

So that’s what I’m choosing to do with my anger. If I see or hear anyone spouting racist, feminist, bigoted lies, and especially white supremacist crap, I will no longer remain silent. May God help me and direct me in this personal crusade.

Acceptance–Here is the next stop for me. I’ll get there, because when all is said and done I do respect the office of the presidency. You won’t hear me say, “He is not my president.” Why? Because I am an American, and for all that America has meant in the last 200+ years, good and bad, our democracy is still a beacon of freedom in this world. Using the transitive property: I am an American: he is the 45th president; therefore, he is my president.

May God help us all to heal and to survive this presidency.

Donna

January 17, 2017

In the last week, I’ve reworked chapters one and two of my novella, Confirmation. I’m quite happy with chapter two, but I still don’t like chapter one.  At this point I will just keep moving on and let that first chapter simmer while I work ahead. I can tell that the first and the last chapters are going to be the toughest to pull together. I’ll have to spend some time praying about it.

We took a break from our Hello Fresh meals last week, so I fell back on some old favorites: pea soup, meatloaf with baked potatoes, and salmon patties with sweet potato. It was a very comfort foody week. Tomorrow we receive our next Hello Fresh order. I’ll let you know how that goes.

We watched some really good movies this week: The Magnificent Seven, Jackie, La La Land, Fences, and Arrival. Although some were hard to watch, the stories were well written, and the characters were well developed.  A great movie viewing week.

And so it goes. I’m staying on track as much as I can: writing more and moving more. I hope to contact Disney tomorrow, so then I’ll be on tract there, too.

Until next time, Dear Readers, God bless you.

Donna

January 3, 2017

Today is back to everything day. Back to school, back to work, back to the business of life. From the time I was in grade school, I inevitably became depressed at this time.

I was born in December, and it is by far my favorite month of the year:

  1. Week 1-my birthday
  2. Week 2-my brother’s birthday
  3. Week 3-my other brother and sister-in-love’s wedding anniversary
  4. Week 4-Christmas
  5. Week 5-New Year’s Eve

It is party, party,party all month long and I love it! Think about it…a reason to have a piece of cake every week for 5 weeks.  Woo hoo!

And then comes January. Blah! There’s an 11 month wait for December. I would trudge back to school or back to work, pressing down and hiding, as well as I could, the depression that threatened to engulf me. And the only way I could pull myself out of the deep was to find the next thing to look forward to, like maybe, Valentine’s Day.

All that to say that in my second January of retirement, guess what? No depression! Total shock right? 😉 I have time to write. I have time to be purposeful about walking more without taking time away from my desk. I have time to research for our trip to Disneyland Paris next year (Yes! I can finally say next year, as we go in 2018. [Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.]) I have time to listen to David Suchet (my favorite Monsieur Poirot) narrate the Bible in a One Year through the Bible program.  You can google it at “David Suchet Reads the Bible.”  But I just downloaded the app on my i-Phone and I’m digging it at just 3 days in. I have time to think about what I want the rest of my life to be. I want to finish strong whether it’s tomorrow, 5 years from now or umpteen years from now.

So here’s to us. May 2017 be a year of love, healthy challenges and standing up for those who can’t. Thanks for reading, Dear Readers, Dear Friends! I got nothin’ but love for ya!

Donna

PS: Thank you to all my friends and family who made this year’s Christmas and New Year’s celebrations truly blessed, and magnificent. And thank you to the King of kings for his unconditional love and self-sacrifice.  God is good all the time!