My Nightmare Story

As a night shift worker, I sometimes have sleep problems so I get up and write. Writing can be done at any time. Writing clears my mind and brings a sense of accomplishment. One can write anything that their heart desires. So here I sit writing at midnight about something that happened which was rather alarming for a short time.

As a night shift worker, I sometimes have sleep problems so I get up and write.  Writing can be done at any time. Writing clears my mind and brings a sense of accomplishment.  One can write anything that their heart desires.  So here I sit writing at midnight about something that happened which was rather alarming for a short time.

The day was overcast with no sun in sight as I drove to the bank, post office, and grocery store.  After completing my chores, I returned home. I stuck a nice pot roast in the crock pot for dinner. I prepared myself some comfort food for a very late lunch. For desert I ate chocolate peanut butter ice cream.  As normal, I started to feel drowsy. I laid down on the cot by my computer to rest a bit.

Suddenly, odd things started to happen with the computer.  My face book screen was flipping.  Then something even more unusual took place.  Up popped different kinds of screens.  One had my favorite movie on it.  Another pop up stated I had just won a meat market.   A cartoon character appeared on the screen dancing around. The speakers came on very loud.  Heavy metal rock music started to blast through them.  My printer started printing.  Then it began banging.  After all this confusion, face book totally bit the dust.  None of the problems on the screen had any x out buttons.   I just used my mouse and started clicking.  The more I clicked, the more the computer went wild.  There were dogs playing on one side of my screen.  Then I received an email demanding that I publish a story.  Another pop up had a picture of a big hairy thing sticking its tongue out at me.  Having had enough of this nonsense, I tried to shut the computer down, but failed.  “Oh my, I must have been hit by Trojan horses and hacked.”I thought to myself.  I grabbed for the computer plug and disconnected it.  The printer continued to print. The heavy medal continued to play. All the nutty stuff continued to invade my computer screen.

Suddenly I awakened.  My dog was sitting on my stomach. My body was drenched in sweat.  The cover from the cot was on the floor.  The television had a crazy science fiction movie playing.  I glanced at the clock which said 12 midnight.  I looked over at my computer which was turned off.  My broken printer was silent.  What a drag!  I had fallen asleep and had a  NIGHTMARE!

According to wikipedia.org/wk./Nightmare, a nightmare can be caused by fear, stress or anxiety and  psychological problems.  Nightmares can also be caused by some foods that we eat before falling asleep.  “That is it!” I thought to myself as I began to remember what I had eaten earlier.

My suggestion for the prevention of a nightmare and peaceful rest is; Don’t eat a chicken salad sandwich, cheddar and bacon potato skins, dill pickles, and peanut chocolate ice cream before laying down after a comfy food feast. If you have a hairy dog, make sure it has its own sleeping spot.  Set your alarm clock in case you fall asleep since you may not want to mess up a good evening.  Above all, be more reasonable about your eating habits than I was.  Henry The Eighth I am NOT!  Even though I love to write stories, I would prefer to eliminate the Nightmares while I continue to write at odd hours of the night.

Originally posted 2011-03-10 21:24:07.

Using Boomer Wisdom To Be Healthy

There are four important parts of the human make up to have a healthy life style: Physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. In my younger years of life my priority focus was on how I looked on the outside. With age comes that wonderful part of our life called WISDOM and a more balanced approach to healthy living.

There are four important parts of the human make up to have a healthy life style and to improve Boomer health: Physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual.  In my younger years of life my priority focus was on how I looked on the outside.  My favorite exercise was walking.  Sometimes I would walk at least 5 miles each day either on a treadmill or in the park.  I was constantly dieting, measuring my waistline and switching from one health club to another.  After years of this I realized that there was more than just looking good on the outside in order to be a whole person.

Boomers Should Maintain a Healthy Balance.

Today it is important for Boomers to maintain a healthy balance.  Meditation deepens one’s self awareness and strengthens self esteem and acceptance.  It empties our minds in order to let the good stuff in.  At night I play meditation Cd’s which help me to relax.  I practice slowing down and deep breathing to deal with stress.

Spiritually nourishes us in a deep place, provides us with a sense of meaning and purpose, and brings us home to ourselves  to be a better person.  I read the Bible daily.  There are many good books out there such as ,The Art of Happiness: a handbook for Living by Dalai Lami and Howard Cutler.  In addition there are audio books, tapes, and spiritual music to sooth one’s soul.  The public library, places of worship and many other sources provide these aids at little or no cost.

When my mood starts to get a little low I find that it helps to be around positive, healthy spiritual people.  Just being outside and enjoying the sunlight helps to lift my spirits. An hour spent in a park  walking, listening to nature, looking at  ducks in the water can be uplifting.  The joy of getting out of myself by helping another person is the biggest reward of all.

Sometimes I use slogans that I have pasted on my wall or counter top.  One is H.A.L.T =  Hungry, Angry, Lonely or Tired.  This is such a simple word but has a large impact on my life.  When I ask myself what have I eaten today, was I angry about something, did I isolate too much, did I get the proper rest I then can see what I need to improve.  I used to keep this posted on my bulletin board in front of my desk when I worked in oncology.  It proved to be my measuring stick for a better healthy balance.

Now that I am entering into my senior years, I am grateful for life’s experiences.  I understand that there is no one quick fix to being healthy.  It does not come in pill form that one swallows then all of life’s problems disappear.  It can not come in one visit to a place of worship or a one time visit to the gym.  It instead takes daily practice and the willingness to live.  When that last day arrives I want to look back and be able to say, “Life was a challenge but I did the best that I could do to contribute to the meaning of my life and the lives of others.”  With age comes that wonderful part of our life called WISDOM.

Originally posted 2011-01-04 13:42:45.

How Being Age 62 Is Today

When my mother was age 62, I was about 22 years old.  Mom had white hair and worn an apron over her dress.  All her meals were made from scratch.  She worked in the garden and canned vegetables for the winter.  Mom relaxed at the end of a day under a shade tree in her favorite lawn chair.  My parents did not have air conditioning and did not complain about that.  She was poor but proud.  She enjoyed the simple things in life until she passed on at age 70.  Mom enjoyed small town living.

Now I am 62 and my oldest daughter is in her 40’s. Unlike my Mom, I am divorced and still working.  My wardrobe consists of uniforms, jeans, tee shirts, sandals,shorts, and leisure outfits.  There is no apron and my hair is bright RED.  I only put on dresses for weddings and such.  Most of my meals are fixed in the microwave.  My air conditioning runs at top speed in my apartment.  I DO complain if it does not work properly.  The nearest shade tree that I can sit under is down the street at the city park.  There is no garden to work in because my little concrete patio is outside my front door and gardening is not allowed here.  The patio is big enough though for a potted plant.

Mom was so happy to see 62.  Sixty two meant that she and my Dad could finally draw their social security and not have to worry about working outside the house.  It even enabled them to be able to purchase their first little home.  At 62, I have owned and sold five houses which are gone along with husbands.  Social security does not mean security nor the ability to purchase a house.  Mom wrote me letters each week and sent them by the United States Postal Service.  In them she made many strong suggestions on how I should live my life in the big city.  I don’t write letters to my daughters but do read about them on face book now and then.  I don’t tell my kids how to live their lives because that would not go over well with them AT ALL.

At 4a.m. most mornings, my Mom was ready to get out of bed to fix a down home cooked breakfast.  Since I work the night shift, 4a.m. is a time to stretch, rub my red eye balls, and dream about going to bed.  Mom never drove a car.  I drive one all night at work.  I wonder what she would say about THAT.

Yes, being 62 today is a bit different than when my Mom was age 62.  There are still some things that are the same.  My mother loved her children and I do too.  My mother appreciated the value system that her Mother taught her and I do too.  My mother did what was necessary to live her life one day at a time and I do too.  My mother had pride and I am grateful to say, “I do too!”

Originally posted 2011-04-14 22:06:50.

Opinions Are Like …

The Working Boomer knows everyone has their own opinion and urges Boomers to speak out and strive to make the world a better place.

I am a free spirit Baby Boomer.  Sometimes that is good and sometimes it is not.  Tonight I am trying to get some cleaning done on my day off but I have a deep urge to write.  The computer is drawing me back like a magnet so I have to just do it!  I HAVE to WRITE!

My oldest brother that has been deceased for many years said, ” Opinions are like a…  Everyone has one.”  He was a great person in his later years and everyone loved him.  I will try to do a story on him at another time because he was a free spirit also and inspired me.  I found him in his many travels when I was 20 years old.  My life has changed and continues to change from that day forward.

My point here is just this.  We all have opinions.  Some are good and some are not.  We all are human.  We all make mistakes.  We all have the right to CHOOSE. Today my choice is to be the person that I am meant to be.  I am real.  I am alive.  I am who I am.  I can change.  I can have an opinion.  You can choose to agree or disagree.  You are you.  You are alive. you can change. You have the right to your opinion.  You fit in your own mold.  I fit in my mold.  Our differences make Us even stronger.  Thank God for a country where we can have the RIGHT  to SHARE our Opinions.

Now in conclusion I will just say, thank you to ALL that express your opinions, speak out and strive to make the world a better place in EVERYTHING YOU DO.  Now that I have written, I will be able to get back to some serious cleaning.  Keep smiling Folks.  Life is what WE  make it!

Originally posted 2010-12-08 02:36:50.

The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show Feb 9, 1964

The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show

On February 9, 1964 my wife Mary Ann washed her hair late Sunday PM so that she wouldn’t have to go to church. The reason?  To stay home and watch The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show along with 73 million other people.  She took these photos that she still has. There are like 30 photos and the cost to process was $1.03. The photos held up well. Enjoy!

Mary Ann’s favorite George Harrison

 

The Beatles on Ed Sullivan
Dreamy eyes Paul McCartney

 

John: Sorry Girls, He’s Married

 

Ringo Starr
John Lennon

 

 

 

Photo package. $1.03 to process 30 photos

 

Originally posted 2014-02-09 07:26:27.

Boomer Stories: The Parrot Was Set Free

She put him in his cage as the blood ran down her finger and had a few words to say to the parrot. These were her words, “You are just like one of my ex husbands that bite the hand of the person that feeds you so guess what? I am getting rid of you just like I did him!”

Now I do not claim to be a bird expert and this story will tell you why.  Many years ago I took my yearly vacation to visit my brother and his wife in Florida.  On arriving at their house I noticed a beautiful parrot had been added to their family along with Albert and Duchess the great Danes.  Unfortunate for me they had to leave for work soon after my arrival.  That was the beginning of my bird story.

I sat down in the lazy boy chair to do a little relaxing. The next thing I knew the parrot was flying around the room making a lot of funny noises.  Now I didn’t know parrots had such big wings.  So I stood up.  The parrot came right at me.  I ducked. Then here it came again.  I took off to the kitchen.  Here came the parrot.  The next thing I knew it landed on my shoulder and was snapping at my ear.  This was not very pleasant since I really needed my ear.  When I would raise my hand toward the bird it would snap at my finger.  By this time I was getting a little fearful because the bird had taken up permanent residence on my shoulder and had no intentions of leaving.

Since Albert the Great Dane was brave I decided to solicit his help.  I slowly moved to the floor, laying on my stomach with bird climbing down my back.  I called Albert over thinking he would take care of this bird situation but instead the bird snapped at Albert and Albert took off.  Time passed and my nerves were quite on edge not knowing what to do with this bird on my shoulder that appeared to have a taste for my ear.  I looked for a work phone number to call my brother but none to be found.  My shoulder was aching, my heart was pounding and over an hour had gone by with bird still attached to me.

At this point I was willing to try anything so I found a telephone book and called an exotic bird shop to see if they could give me any suggestions of getting this dog gone bird off of my shoulder.  I was somewhat hysterical when I made the call.  The person on the other end of the telephone line was of no help at all and was very concerned that I was going to hurt the bird.  No way.  Hec, I couldn’t figure out how to even get my hands on it without coming up with a missing finger or something.

Then I came up with another idea.  I got a towel out of the linen closet and slowly folded it over my lower arms and hands.  Now the last thing I wanted to do was upset this bird that was still checking out my ear.  Slowly but surely I raised my arms, threw the towel over the bird, made a quick move and off the bird flew but oh was he mad.  He was diving at me again.  I took off to the kitchen and grabbed a frying pan for protection but I didn’t want to hurt the bird.  Plus now how would that have looked to my brother when he came home seeing his parrot laying in a frying pan.

Well I guess the parrot got tired of playing his silly game and went to his cage which pleased me very much.  Cautiously I slammed the bird cage door and finally after many hours I was parrot safe.

Now that was a story that my brother truly enjoyed with his sense of humor but we made a deal  parrot stays in cage or I go to a hotel.  Now the only thing we could figure out was the parrot just loved my red hair.  Who knows.  Maybe he thought I was another parrot or something.  Anyway, my sister-in-law came home from work not knowing of this happening because she worked late at night.  The next morning, I came out of my bedroom to once again be greeted by a flying parrot.  Lucky for me this time my sister-in-law grabbed the bird but it was not lucky for her.

The bird took a large bite out of her finger.  Now I am here to tell you parrots make mistakes too and that was a BIG mistake.  She put him in his cage as the blood ran down her finger and had a few words to say to the parrot.  These were her words, “You are just like one of my ex husbands that  bite the hand of the person that feeds you so guess what?  I am getting rid of you just like I did him!”

Now that is the end of my bird story.  My sister-in-laws finger healed, the parrot got a new home and my ear returned safely to the city of St. Louis.  Oh and by the way, I have no desire to own a parrot even though they are beautiful birds at a distance.  Every parrot has its place and that place is not with me!  So now that I am almost 62 years old I just prefer watching a Robin sitting in a tree.

Originally posted 2010-12-22 15:27:22.