Flash’s of Memory….

Remember in the good old days of lousy TV reception and your dad would have you stand by the rabbit ears and move them till the picture was just right and once you got the perfect picture, you could sit down and watch what ever was on…

Only one little problem… 9 times out of 10, the minute you let go of those rabbit ears, the picture went to looking like the funny mirrors at carnivals and dad would say try again and this would go on through the whole show and by the end of the show, everyone got to watch but you???

Happened to us when we got to Hawaii… I bought antenna, because we knew satellite would be hooked up in a few days and hubby is standing there playing with the modern form of rabbit ears and the minute he let’s go, there went the picture… I even posted a picture on face book… have to look for that on my iphone…

These moments when memories roll by and usually its just something to do with me and I say that only because this has to do with my damaged body…

I constantly correct my left leg from turning out, tilt the pelvis correctly, hold the core tight and strong, keep the neck back, and most of all try to get the left side to do more without me having to be mindful, and none of this will ever change, it will get worse, if I let it…

Yet I am still getting a flash of me walking like a person who had a stroke and honest gang, my medical records and myself can attest, never had one after 1972, when I left home… that memory, that lost time when I was recovering from the stroke, that time is what is coming back… and if it does, I have a good chance of remembering more about my own death at 13….

The rice is cooking, can smell it in here… the house is turned upside down and the buyers want to come and play with all the toys before the appraisal happens, in other words, instead of doing or having a professional come in and do an inspection, they trust us enough, to waive the formal inspection and just want to explore all the new gadgets we installed, in case they have questions… other than tomorrow, I doubt we will see them again, as we close before them and are getting on a plane a day later…. so I hope they didn’t expect this not to be a packing war zone… just saying….

TimesUp #MeToo WhyIDidntTell… because you won’t listen…

I Remember… Margie…  who just wanted to be loved, instead they damaged her brain so that emotion was not a part of her life…

Sgt. USAF DAV