Jo Mayne Casey

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Casey’s birthday #60…

In Special Edition, Uncategorized on November 30, 2014 at 2:07 pm

He is my beloved husband, my best friend, the love of my life.   Wait, that’s about me…   Okay, he is a great guy, a good man.    He was born 60 years ago today.  Let’s celebrate!

DSC_0004We met the Jrs. for lunch at Applebee’s, then ran into Kohl’s to buy some Birthday-flannels…   He’s outside hanging up the Christmas lights now and I’m getting ready to take a nap in his honor…

Happy birthday, Casey!  I love you forever and ever and always…

 

 

 

The decorating begins…

In Christmas, 2014 on November 29, 2014 at 4:04 pm

Olivia came by to help…

 

I have eaten so much that I am miserable, yet still feel morally obligated to finish up  the “Frozen” cookies that we baked.

Wish you were here…

 

Thanksgiving Edition…

In Special Edition on November 27, 2014 at 3:14 pm

We woke up to snow…

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Usually Casey would get a call to go out and catch flurries during such weather, but this year they called Jr. at 1 a.m.  The torch is being passed…  Still, Michael was here with Olivia by 10 or so and we were feasting on crockpot roast beast, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole, and crescent rolls by 11.   Jess is afflicted with a bug of some sort and couldn’t be with us, but we soldiered on…

After they had left to attend another Thanksgiving meal, I muted the Dog Show and fell into YouTube, remembering…

Looking for a simple version of “We Gather Together”, I came across this little gem.  I Loved Tennessee Ernie Ford–bless your pea-pickin’ little heart– and grew up listening to an album of him singing hymns.  It was such an innocent time…Was the world really so much simpler, or was it because I was so much younger?   I don’t know…  At any rate, I never knew this existed, from 1963…

 

Thinking now of present-day…Emma’s in Philadelphia competing in a major Irish Dance competition and somehow the sight of those Red-Irish Dubliners made me smile, gratefully, for all of our gifts…

Same prayer as last year, still hoping…

With Your feast You feed us.  With Your Light now lead us.  Unite us as one in this life that we share.

I’ll drink to that…

 

 

 

Week-End Wrap-up

In week-end wrap-up on November 23, 2014 at 4:47 pm

What can I say?  Snow Day on Monday…It was a heavy snow that buried my pampas grass.  By Saturday, we were back to Autumn and they had bounded back up,  their feathers flying proudly.  There’s a lesson there, but it’s  hard to learn.  I don’t like the aggressive weather we’ve had in recent years and think more and more about retiring to a more temperate clime…wherever that is…

In the News

This year’s Thanksgiving holiday is the lull before the storm before the lull…  We don’t have a strong tradition for this particular holiday.  2014 finds the Jose’ fam feis-ing and the Jrs. will have a brunch and nap here before spending the evening with Jessica’s grandma.

We’ll be pulling out our Christmas decor…always a treat.

Since I can’t get too inspired with the current jet-stream, I’ll just keep ya’ll on an Alert System:  if anything interesting happens, you’ll be the first to know…

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Meeting with Myself…

In Writing Prompt on November 16, 2014 at 9:12 am

Present-day you meets 10-years-ago you for coffee. Share with your younger self the most challenging thing, the most rewarding thing, and the most fun thing they have to look forward to.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/good-tidings/

Intriguing, eh?

Step into my Time Machine and follow me back 10 years…doo-doo-doo-doo…

It’s 2004, November.  I wouldn’t look for me in a coffee shop, though.  I think I’ll poke my head into the neighborhood dive…yup, there I am, hunched over the bar, making small-talk with the bartender, belting down a beer and putting away a pack of smokes.  I’m 51-years-old, but feeling like I’m on my 9th life.

I tap myself on the shoulder, but before I turn around I catch a glimpse of myself standing behind me…

“Whoa, ” says younger me.  “Are you..?”

“Yeah,” I shrug.  “But don’t worry, you’re not dead or anything.  Let’s sit over here where we can talk.”

Settling at a corner table overlooking a dreary day, I order a Makers on the rocks and turn to smile at young me, who is staring at me curiously.  “What?”, I ask.

“How old are you?  Those jowls are quite pronounced.”

“Shut up.  I’m currently residing in 2014 and you’ve always known the jowls were inevitable.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know I’d look so much like Mom.  Oh, well, at least I haven’t quit drinking.”

“No, but I did finally quit the ciggies.”   I sip my bourbon, staring quietly at myself as myself stares quietly back.  ” I wish I could tell you more, but I can only share 3 things…

The most challenging thing you will face in the next 10 years is facing you right now.  You have fallen apart this past year.  Your daughter is very ill.  You have just returned from your 4th trip to NYC, the one you hope is the last spent at Mt. Sinai.  You have slowly, sadly, let go of any hope of spontaneous healing or miracle cure and you have committed to simply supporting her and the decisions she makes, trusting her and Eric to know what’s best, and letting go of any delusion that you can control whatever happens.   Your marriage is on the rocks, and you’re struggling to determine which way to turn.  You think you’ll never work as a nurse again, believing that the women who hated you had good reason.  Your son seems unhappy and a little lost, but you can’t seem to cheer him or guide him.  Your birth family blew up last year and you still feel a hole in your heart where they used to live.  The house you bought to save your marriage is a money pit.

Good Tidings!   You will not only survive this challenge, but you will overcome!  Melissa’s Crohns is still a bitch, but stable.  We are still married, happily, enjoying our beautiful home.  You are working as a nurse in a job you love, though looking forward to retiring.  Michael is still an Eeyore, but he and Jessica are married and living in Evansville now.  You are free from the pull of your birth family.   Everything is really all right now…

The most rewarding thing about the last 10 years is the wisdom acquired with living life,  learning lessons.  Every mistake, every blunder, each gaffe and miscalculation has resulted in a treasure trove of understanding, finally.  Just don’t worry…  In fact, Everything that you are worried about happening right now Never Happens!  On the other hand, many problems appear that you did not anticipate.  It becomes much easier to live in the plain old here and now.  As time goes on, it becomes more clear that not a moment should be wasted on anger and the antidote is forgiveness, for yourself as well as others.

The most fun thing you have to look forward to in the next 10 years is…… Grandchildren!!  Melissa has 2 daughters, Emma, 8, and Eliza, 3;  Michael has 2 daughters, Olivia 6, and Samantha, in utero (due 2/28).  They are sheer joy, unadulterated love, and complete bliss!  And Walt Disney World Really, Truly, Honestly Is the happiest place on Earth…”

Young Me has tears streaming down her relatively-unlined cheeks, and so do I as I reach across the table and pat her hand…

“Oh, and give up the beers, honey… you’re going to gain a lot of weight and it’s a drag losing it.”

 

 

 

Week-end Wrap-up

In week-end wrap-up on November 9, 2014 at 12:04 pm
The Great American Novel:  
What every blogger is writing in their spare time, when not at work, parenting or surfing the internet
—-the Urban Dictionary…

 

I’ve started researching for a book, studying up on American culture around the turn of the 20th century.    It’s just fascinating, obsessing me as I try to set the scene…how did they dress?  what did they eat and drink?  what sort of transportation did they use?  what music did they listen to?  what books and newspapers did they read?  what was school like?  on and on…

I got to cogitating on women’s undergarments and how they speak of our ever-changing, but always confusing, body-image…

My novel starts in the Edwardian Era,  which was the mid-1890’s  until WWI.  During that time, corsets loosened and desirable women’s shapes  changed rather dramatically.  You can see  by these silhouettes:

 

Corset Evolution

 

I remember my mom and her sisters wore girdles, but by the 1960’s young girls were not expected to cinch in their waists, though we did have some elastic in our garter belts…  Oh, and we didn’t  really burn our bras, we just threw them (and any girdles we may have had) into the trash can.   It was a symbolic gesture, meant as a serious critique of the whole beauty culture and  valuing women for their looks instead of their whole Self…obviously, most people didn’t get it.

Lately I’ve had to face the fact that I’m much thicker in the middle than I used to be and this shift has necessitated a general revamp of my wardrobe as I accept that no amount of wt. loss or sit-ups is going to make me look good in those old hip-huggers…   While I’ve  had to change my Style (and size) some to cover the flaws, I haven’t even considered girdling my girth into a bodice…

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But that’s only the tip of the research obsession…Because I am free to google it (u r 2), I have immersed myself in the sights, sounds, and songs, as well:

I’ll be keeping you in touch with my progress on this endeavor…


 

I’ve got Christmas 2014 planned and it is filled with Rockettes…NYC Radio City Music Hall 12/13 with the Jose’ fam, Nashville TN Opry House touring show 12/20 with the Jrs.  We’re having a traditional Thanksgiving Dinner to celebrate Casey’s 60th birthday, and I was hoping the weather would be good for a little travel that weekend, as well.


 

In the meantime, it’s all about the book, setting the scene, building the characters, and putting myself into the girdles of my grandmothers…

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my great-grandmother , around 1898

 

 

 

 

Take your pick…

In Uncategorized on November 4, 2014 at 7:22 am

I continue to uphold the TV-news ban, but I don’t consider it an infraction if I watch our local news stations and  I do read our local newspaper.  The midterm election in our burg is all about local, city/county council offices, school board, sheriff, some state reps, etc.  Our congressman is up for rel-election, too, but our district has been so effectively gerrymandered that it’s not like a real election. With the current group of folks running,  it seems to me like our ballots are going to resemble a circus program.

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But you know what?  I’m going to go vote anyway.

You should, too—even if you don’t vote it my way.  It will make you feel better.

 And we all win.

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