Favorite bracelet found!

I found my favorite bracelet! Green of course.

Lost it the day I came back from seeing my favorite aunt in Ann Arbor, who is losing her mind. I was trying to be philosophical [sniffle] that I could get another bracelet but not another Aunt Ruth.

Today was a big day for her, as she was moved abruptly from independent living to assisted living in another place. Was expecting a volcano of anger when she realized she was moving even farther away from her home and friends, but apparently things went ok today.

And I found the bracelet I lost that other time...coincidence/synchronicity. Ready to live in the Emerald City again as the kind, gentle, and wise ruler Ozma of Oz. [end manic run of thoughts for tonight...probably]

Those of you who, like me, have ADHD will be amused to hear that I had put my bracelet in a very safe place. And promptly forgot that I had done that. I put my Cornell diploma in a very safe place and then couldn't find it for YEARS. Actually wrote to the college and got a duplicate, which to this day remains in the frame on the wall. It was in the bottom drawer of my childhood dresser, in my parents' home. Isn't that a good place? I mean, except for completely forgetting where I put it?

One cool thing about my aunt is that she has a new man in her life. A veteran with many interesting experiences from WWII, he is interested in visiting her in her new home, calls her "a remarkable woman." Ladies: a worthy goal: tho pushing 80 and losing your mind, you still have a quality man pursuing you. Go for it.

I think the real jewel is my aunt.

Ozma of Oz

marksb---"egregious, I sang my daughter to sleep last night, for the first time in maybe seven weeks. My throat finally let me hit the notes, though the high ones still hurt. Anyway, as she settled into sleep and I capped off Donovan's 'Song Of The Naturalist's Wife' I found a few tears on my face. Music not only heals, it is a wonderful measure of our healing."

I dissolve in tears for the happiness of your being able to sing for her. So grateful for the small things!

When my oldest daughter was little I would read to her from various Oz books [clearly Ozma of Oz, where she is the beneficent ruler, was our favorite...plus the whole emerald thing, favorite color green. but i digress] would read to her but would have to stop in the middle of reading a sentence to take another breath, my asthma was at that level.

I am so grateful that I was able to read to her and that now I can breathe properly. Yay meds.