Poison Ivy and Bouncing Cursors

The view from my perch in Starbucks.

A few weeks ago on a day that was actually delightful, which frankly doesn’t seem possible, I went outside and did something that was not at all on my docket. I spied the seemingly dead, thick layer of English ivy near my house and attacked it. It got back at me, however. Nature Mama got revenge. In ripping out an intense layer of the stuff near my house and windows, I apparently was given a small dose of urushiol, the oil found on good old poison ivy, an ivy that was growing among the other. I had been attacked by this once before, and unfortunately for me, on my thin skinned, old man shins. Although not agreed upon by my doctor, I had the feeling that my reaction was more severe since it hit there. This time I got it where my gloves ended. The poison ivy had been long gone, but apparently its oil was not.

I now have a mild case of it, showing up about a week after contact or so, I think. It isn’t too itchy, but other than two spots on one wrist, and maybe one small spot on the other, I am untouched by the nastiness of the experience. I am not complaining, if this is poison ivy, it is way easier than my last bout, requiring steroids to get relief.

For whatever reason, this brings me to the laptop cursor. Am I the only one who is typing furiously away, keyboarding something, only to find that one has jumped from the end of the writing to somewhere midstream, and is now inserting text in the wrong place? What is up with that? How does it happen? Am I emitting strange electronic signals telling my MacBook to insert text elsewhere?

Oh well, I am finishing up my double shot, decaf Americano at Starbucks. I have found that my wonderful Misto, an inexpensive but good alternative to an expensive Starbuck’s drink, is never available in decaf anymore. Hmmm.

I think all of this is a plot by the current régime. What do you think?

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Orchid Children

Listening to some podcasts and pondering my own life have made me wonder about an allusion to something that I heard yesterday. In the podcast, they talked about introverts and how there was decidedly discrimination against them in terms of college entrance. It clearly pointed out, and I agree wholeheartedly with it, that those who are extroverts are often the ones who come out on top. They made it very clear that statistics point out that introverts are very accomplished and shouldn’t be ignored.

Introverts are not always the best at pushing themselves forward. As a ‘reformed’ introvert, one who was clearly not happy being typecast, I concur with that and am well aware that the extrovert, sometimes a very ‘squeaky wheel,’ is often at the forefront of success.

As an individual, I always thought deep down that if I performed to my utmost, that people would take notice, and that my successes would occur. I am not saying that I wasn’t successful, but I will say that because of my personality and my central goal of meeting the needs of the kids I served, that sometimes things fell in a less than perfect way for my advancement.

I am thinking of my grandkids, some of whom have inherited some of the sensitivities. I bleed for them and yet I am very happy since I know that my family is taking very good care of them. I thank my lucky stars that they were born in our family. They will be happy and successful.

Susan Cain calls our progeny with a sensitivity, orchid children. They are not the easiest to grow but when placed in the right situation, they thrive.

I was one of those. I always viewed myself as shy and even today, I believe that I am. In reality, I have left that behind. I have put aside the days when, for example, I won something (as a child) and refused to put myself in the limelight and didn’t admit to being there. I never did get that fishing pole and accessories, but I did manage to get oh so much more.

My successes? Unbelievable, in my estimate. I was a terrific success in my profession, but my biggest accomplishment, and truly the one that always meant the most to me, was my family. I intended to found a healthy dynasty and that I have done.

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Happy Mother’s Day 2019

We have no special plans for Mother’s Day. I remember the days when my mom was alive and when my mother-in-law was ‘operational.’ As it turns out, the latter is turning 100 this June 13th. Mother’s Day was a big deal and we would usually have a dinner together. Father’s Day was the same way.

Now times have changed.

We are not sure what we are doing, although we know our youngest and his wife shall be coming over.

It might sound odd, but it is not. Every day in the Koerner household is Mother’s and Father’s Day! We are a family that celebrates all the birthdays and we get together, sometimes even without a good reason, other than that we enjoy spending time together. We are a part of our children’s lives and also of our grandchildren’s lives. Mary Kay will be asked what we are doing on Mother’s Day and she might say nothing special and she came up with the philosophy that every day is a Mother’s and Father’s Day celebration. She is so right!

On Saturday, we picked up some lovely flower baskets from Heinen’s with a kalanchoe and a baby, Canadian rose within for each of our ‘daughters.’ We delivered the two for those that we shall probably not see tomorrow.

We are blessed because I don’t know how many people have the wonderful situation that we do of being an active part of our children’s lives.

Happy Mother’s Day to all!

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Sunny, finally!

The dead twiglike plant in the center is one of the Marionberries.

It is cold but the sun is out; that makes it tolerable.

I just dealt with Gurney’s Seeds and Nursery regarding a purchase I had made, killed off as far as I can see by the strange weather we have had.

When we went to Portland in February, we came across the local specialty: Marionberries, a special cross of different blackberry varieties. Although the climate of Oregon is way different than ours, I found out that a variety of Marionberries was available for the Midwest. I found it online at Gurney’s and ordered two bushes. They arrived before we went to Florida and I planted them. Normally, when you receive them, you plant them. I was hesitant to do so, but I was even more hesitant not to as I was going to be gone for over a week and could not monitor them.

They didn’t make it.

I contacted Gurney’s and received messages from two different people. One told me what I needed to do to help them along. I responded that I knew what to do, had done it, and they had not survived. The second one, which came a day later, told me that I now had an in-house credit.

I wanted Marionberries and I am willing to take another chance on them.

I contacted them on the phone this morning and re-purchased them. I am not sure why this wasn’t an option in the first place; it seemed to be the most logical thing to do.

They should arrive next week. Time will tell.

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Groggy

I just had a ten-minute nap.

When I was younger, napping was something I could never manage to do.

Napping was a talent I picked up when the boys were young. I remember that the fatigue was so much that I could almost sleep standing up. In recent years, I have managed to sit down, and if the mood struck me, take ten to nap.

Today, we were watching Daniel Tiger and the mood struck. MK says I was definitely sleeping. I felt as if I was still awake, hearing everything, but just relaxing. Now that I stood up, I realize that I was sleeping. I am feeling a bit groggy. Luckily, that will pass.

The weather is odd. The sun has been trying to shine, doing its utmost to tear through the cloud cover. The humidity level, due to the intense rain last evening, is heavy. It is surprisingly unpleasant when you walk out the door. The temps are pushing sixty and it seems much warmer.

The charges are eating us out of house and home. By 12:30 PM, we were on our second lunch. It is funny how they seem to need to tank up when they are at our house: cream of wheat with butter and real maple syrup, peanut butter and jelly on Brioche bread, raisins, craisins, and more. It was a tanking up day.

It is a bit quieter now. Our youngest charge is in the Pack N Play after reading Go Dog Go and a book about Marcel the Moose.

Now for sure I need a nap.

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