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cherith revisited: how I make my tabbouleh
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A window opened, to journal. Saturday, June 20, 2015. How I make my tabbouleh. Something about summer and the abundance of parsley in the garden puts me in the mood for making tabbouleh. When I was pregnant with Charlotte twelve years ago, I craved tabbouleh and would eat it for lunch several times a week. It was the most satisfying lunch eaten with crackers. It still is. Ingredient additions can vary somewhat depending on your personal taste. Here is how I make mine. 1 cup bulgur wheat. Your salad looks...
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cherith revisited: Apr 18, 2015
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A window opened, to journal. Saturday, April 18, 2015. It has been twelve years since I lost spun, but today I began spinning on my Schacht Wheel. I have quite a bit to revisit in relearning to spin, and she absolutely needs some TLC on her oily wood spots. But I am liking the gentle whoosh of this wheel and the feel of fleece in my hands once again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: Welcome...
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Wednesday, May 28. I am writing this a year and a half after my mom died peacefully. This blog begins in 2010 and the first post. May be found here, if you'd like to read from the very beginning. At the bottom of that and every other post, you will see a "newer post" and "older post" at the bottom of the page below the comments. That is a simple way to read through post after post, in order, with those first two years of posts being all about the caregiving. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: December 2011
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Sunday, December 11. I'm not a kid". This is so hard. Friday, December 9. Such a long time since I last wrote.but all has been pretty calm and steady. Not to say that things are easy, as Mom is obviously more confused these days.not recognizing everyday objects for what they are, needing much more cuing and help with little things.nothing that would be considered abnormal for her condition.but sad and-somehow-always surprising. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Im not a kid.
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: August 2012
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Wednesday, August 8. Long time no words. It is hard to write when it is mostly struggle. You can see that we have sweet and beautiful times.thank goodness, we do. It is all rather sad and tiring.for Mom and for us. How do I get through? Especially as all my lovely plans for regular respite fell through soon after I last wrote of them. I am writing this from the screened porch with birdsong and faraway thunder nourishing my ears.and white sheets hanging on the line and the green apples peeking through...
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: November 2012
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Friday, November 30. Looking for a photo to place in her hands, of me and my brothers, I leafed through the album I had made for my parents thirty-some years ago.and for the first time in a very long time, was able to feel the joy and pleasure of my mom's life again, seeping through all of the rest.I was almost giddy with it.for awhile. There was one more good-bye, tho'. In the good old days, Mom would beep the horn of her sky-blue Beetle when she saw us waving towards the dip. On this day, there was...
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: October 2011
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Monday, October 3. Mom and I went to visit her brother, my Uncle Jim, last August. Mom used to often speak of him and tell me that she missed him. I hadn't seen him in many years and was old enough to know that visits with aging loved ones shouldn't be put off, so we planned a visit and it came off very well, all things considered. She hasn't brought him up in a month or two. Hanging over my own grief and the concern for my cousin and my aunt, has been the cloud of "What do we tell Mom? I feel much more ...
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: wouldn't it be loverly?
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Thursday, November 29. Wouldn't it be loverly? Mom in Hawaii-her favorite place). We had the thought, now and then in recent days. wouldn't it be lovely. Scroll down to the little film at the end of the link) if Mom left on the night of the full moon? The moon that was her special thing.the moon she would watch rise over the water as she gracefully reclined on the chaise on the deck of her home overlooking the bay? The moon that she wore around her neck in gold and diamonds for as long as I can remember?
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: May 2012
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Friday, May 25. More than a year ago I first discovered Bob DeMarco's Alzheimer's Reading Room. I've been visiting ever since and have learned so very much through what Bob has shared with us there.especially from his journey as a caregiver for his mom Dotty. Had gone. When I came home, I found that my husband had added Duncan's name to those of Bob and Dotty that I had spelled out a few weeks ago, near the beginning of the last part of their journey together. And then this morning I found this. Sweet Do...
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under my wing-a caregiving blog: weeks, days, hours
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Sunday, November 25. Weeks, days, hours. This was written many days ago and newer posts have been made since.you may find them to the left in the sidebar.*. Just three weeks ago, we were steeping ourselves in the gorgeous Autumn, the days full of their usual beauty and hardship. Encouraging Mom to eat while we sat in the sun in her pretty sitting room. Finding new thrift store outfits to work with her always declining abilities. Just a week ago, Mom was tucked up in bed, eating her own supper, watching h...
