Betty and the Iron Maiden

A week ago, Betty came home from the hospital after a total knee replacement. She's been walking around the house on her walker and has been working with nurses, ocupational therapists and physical therapists here at home. Part of her therapy is to use a CPM (Continuous Passive Motion) machine. We have affectionately named it The Iron Maiden as each time she gets comfortable, we get to increase the setting. She's using the cpm two hours at a time and is looking forward to the time that she no longer will need to use it.

Notice the ice pack on her knee.  It's an inexpensive icepack you can buy at any grocery store.  We've never gotten so much mileage out of one bag of frozen peas.

Goodbye Dear Auntie Esther

Today was the funeral of Betty's dear aunt.  She was a wonderful person and she will be missed.

Esther May Freed Garten, age 89, passed away, October 13, 2011 in Colorado Springs. She was born August 9, 1922, daughter of the late Walter Hiram and Grace Elizabeth Freed. Esther was a master seamstress and loved to spend her time crocheting afghans for her children and grandchildren. Esther became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in February of 1975 while living in Security, Colorado. She served a mission and worked in the Denver temple 14 years. Esther is survived by two sons, Walter Garten and Steven (Diane) Garten; a sister, Naomi Noble; half sister, Eilene Clay; daughter-in-law, Jodie Garten; 14 grandchildren; 9 great grandchildren and numerous nieces, nephews and cousins. She is preceded in death by 4 children; Robin Garten, Jeannette Garten, Loretta Garten and Alan Garten.

Her obituary from the Gazette is available online.  It is also available from Evergreen funeral home here.

Old photos

I have finally found a way to scan and share some of our old family photographs in the form of slides that have been in boxes for years.  If you are interested in seeing them and sharing them, just let me know. 

Betty's special day / Father's Day Visit

Betty had a special day this past week. 

It was so nice to see Andrea and her family when they came to visit.

Luke is getting as tall as I am and his voice is deepening.  I cherish every moment that we have to spend with him before he grows too "mature" for his grandparents.

I enjoy being with my daughter.  The white hair you see on me was earned by the two of us, that is the hair that I didn't pull out worrying about her.  She's my sweetheart.

In an effort to keep from boring the kids to death at our house watching old movies, we took the kids to Bear Creek park for a stroll in nature.

Ashleigh and Betty were catching up on their girl talk while the rest of us were stepping it out and setting a bit faster pace.  They didn't even notice that they were getting left behind.

I got to try out my camera on some of the wild flowers in the park.  They were beautiful, but this is one time that I was glad that I didn't get the point.

No treck on the west side would be complete without a stop at Old Colorado City Creamery Ice Cream Parlor.

You would never know it by looking at this innocent looking face, but Andrea enjoyed her ice cream too.

Luke is a man of a few words, but me thinks he is savoring the last bite of ambrosia.

Betty is already anticipating their next visit and the treats afterwards.

A new trail buddy

 Twelve years ago, Betty and I bought a Sheltie puppy at a pet store.  Many told us that it was a horrible mistake, but we named him Brewster Dogburn and showered our love on him.  Once we took him though obedience training and got him the medical attention he needed, he was a wonderful pet.  For over ten years, he was a member of our family and we loved him.  When he died, he left a hole in our hearts and we swore that one day we would replace him.

The opportunity finally came.  We got news that this cute little guy was available from an animal rescue.  We picked him up Monday, and the adventure begins.

Since he's not a puppy, he comes with some challenges, and we have some serious training to do.  He knows his name, but he doesn't always respond as I would like.  This little guy eats like a horse and his manners are almost absent.  He barks at every dog or person that  he sees.  He is persistent with his need to play and isn't as affectionate as we would hope. We just might find that Caesar Milan's programs just might prove useful after all.

Today was our third day.  He has been walking with me at least once a day.  He keeps me moving.  He's good for my heart in more ways than I anticipated.

July is going to be a busy month for us.  We need to get this little fellow ready to meet our family.  He's sweet, but rebellious; playful but determined.  

He comes pre-named and he knows his name well, so that's the name we will use with him as well.  His name is Corin.  We were told that is the name of one of the characters from Tales of Narnia by C.S. Lewis. 

Week two of retirement

Today was the end of week two and I thought I would be able to sit back and chill out.  That hasn't been the case.  I've been busy with yard work, medical appointments, insurance appointments, and the honey-do list.  I find that at the end of each day, I have items on my daily to-do list that I haven't gotten accomplished. 

The lawn is mowed, the flower beds have been weeded and I have spread fertilizer.  There is still a long list of tasks that need to be done in the yard and in the house. 

I have enjoyed spending time with Betty.  I've also enjoyed the looser schedule.  I have enjoyed taking longer for lunches. long walks and an occasional phone conversation with a more relaxed tone.

I have rededicated myself to my weight loss program, and it is already showing up at the scale. 

I think that the thing that I enjoy most is being able to work and live by my own schedule.  I enjoy sleeping late and I enjoy staying up late if I want to watch an old movie.

Exercising in a chair.

For several years now, Betty has been taking classes from Silver Sneakers.  It just didn't make sense to me because I just couldn't imagine getting good exercise in a chair.  Lucky for me, I thought, the classes were offered during the day and my work schedule did not allow attending with her.  Well, I am now retired and have run out of excuses.  Today was the first class, and I found that I enjoyed myself.   We will be attending regularly, and I believe I am looking forward to it.

The Window

Three friends stood at the classroom window
One saw light, two saw only shadow.
One seeing beauty shared his view
Two listened, but chose to feel blue.

Burdened then with impending gloom,
Two paid attention to darkness in the room.
Two lent an ear to their dear friend
Hoping their burdens ere long would end.

Three returned to the window another day
Eager to hear what the others would say.
Two saw hope in the blossoms of spring.
One saw the weeds that summer would bring.

Seasons quickly came and so they went.
In different ways each friends' time was spent.
Til three friends at the classroom window,
Again shared views of the city below.

Colored by experiences each one would know;
Experiences that helped each friend grow,
Three saw the beauty in the landscape below
As each talked of their view through the old window.

Kent

Beginning my last month.

The branches of the weeping willow sway in the breeze. Their flexibility allows them to move and adapt as atmospheric changes come. More rigid trees snap and break under the pressure of winds.

I too am being the given an opportunity. My life is changing and I can either flex with change of employment opportunities. What are the things that I need to do to prepare for life after my life with the same employer for over a quarter of a century?

I am facing the future with eager anticipation and with some trepidation. What things will remain and which will be discarded to lighten the load? What things are wants, and what are necessities. Time will tell.

Aubrey

Our precious Aubrey passed away today at 11:41am.  Her struggle on this earth is over.  Although we will miss her,  we still celebrate for her.  Surrounded by her parents, sister and Grandma, she died peacefully.  She passed quitely, without fear or pain.  Thank you all so much for your devotion and prayers. 

When life seems overwhelming

I've always been easily discouraged when faced with situations that are difficult and out of the ordinary.  Many times in life, I have found myself quitting when the going got difficult.  This last two years, I have gained a new perspective as I have watched my family adjust and grow with some challenging situations.  My granddaughter, Aubrey, was diagnosed with a rare tumor in her brain stem.  Although there have been difficult times, I have watched her, her parents and my wife face difficult situations with amazing courage.  One such time was our trip recently to the local library.

Aubrey has consistently gotten sicker.  As she has faced new situations, she and her parents have done it with courage and with a sense of determination that is to be admired.  One day, after being confined to her bedroom for months, she announced that she was tired of being shut up and wanted to get out.  She wanted to go to the library and get a new book to read.

Her parents took hours to prepare her for the trip and make arrangements to get transportation arranged for her as it has been too difficult to take her in the family car.  The weather was cold, but she was determined.  Tim lifted her from her bed and got her situated in a specialized wheel chair.

She posed with Grandma and me for a photo while we waited for the Bus with a lift to arrive.  Her voice was weak, but her determination was strong.

When our little party reached the Library, the staff treated us well.  They knew Aubrey well because of the many hours she had spent in the library before her illness.  The welcomed her back and offered assistance. 

When we got to the library, she asked the librarian if she could visit the special historical collection.  She wanted to know about a hotel erected in 1899. 

We all got busy searching what for we could find, but to no avail.  Aubrey was having the time of her life.  She was doing something that she enjoyed doing.


The library staff brought an armful of books and showed them to Aubrey one by one.

She was delighted when she found a book that she was interested in.

Our visit to the library was short, but Aubrey had done something she wanted to do.

Her dad packed up in her wheel chair, wrapped her up in a blanket and took her for a two block walk to a Chinese Restaurant to end the excursion.  She was out of her bedroom for a time and enjoying it. When when got to the restaurant and took one bite, she was ill and needed to be taken home.

Over and over again, I have watched this young lady be faced with difficult situations.  For the most part, she adapts and handles the situation with courage and a good attitude.

Life isn't always fair.  Sometimes we have to deal with things that seem impossible.  By watching Aubrey, I have learned, and am determined that I will face those situations with a positive attitude and determination to make the best of the situation.

Freedom in 1948

It's hard to believe that this was created in 1948. It's just as true today.

Freedom in 1948

Thanksgiving

Ashleigh watches TV

This year, Thanksgiving was in Colorado Springs for part of our family and in South Dakota for another part of the family.  Andrea, Matthew, Luke, and Ashleigh came to our house for a meal, and we were joined by Grandpa Wagner.


Betty was in South Dakota with Tim, Brenda, Aubrey and Chloe.  Grandma wants to spend as much time as possible with Aubrey and to help Brenda. 

Robert is in Longmont, we think.  Wherever he is, we love him and wish him the best.

Matthew plays with his machine

Grandpa Wagner misses Betty

Andrea is sleepy, but musters up a smile

Grandpa is glad to have part
of the family here with him

Matthew forces a smile as
Grandpa tries out his new camera.

Luke sleeps through it all.

Betty, I'll never take you for granted again

This has been a good week and a hard week.  I have been reminded many ways that Betty makes my life a better, more pleasant exercise.

Last Saturday, I bought groceries with the intention of cooking all of my meals.  I cooked one meal or two. They weren't anything to write home about.  One night, I cooked a pizza on Betty's fancy pizza stone.  I put all of the right ingredients on it and it came out like the sole of a shoe that had taken a trip through a garbage dump.  I ate it just because I cooked it and I didn't want to throw the groceries away.  One night, I cooked migas, a Mexican dish with tortilla crumbs and diced vegetables.  I've made this dish before, but when Betty is home, it tastes wonderful.  This time, it was no more than ok.  I ate it because I was hungry, but it would have tasted better if I could have shared it with her.

Sunday, I got up and went to church.  The talks were good and the fellowship was terrific, but I missed the companionship that I get when Betty is with me.  I got my scripture study done, but she wasn't here to help me see  her point of view of the lessons taught in my reading.

I have tried hard to keep the dishes washed, my bed made, my clothes picked up, the trash taken out, the refrigerator stocked, and my laundry done.  The kitchen for is swept, but it isn't clean.  The dishes are washed, but they aren't put away.  The bed is made but not without wrinkle.  A couple of times, I've walked through the kitchen and noticed a foul odor.  After a diligent search, I found a liquid onion and a rotten potato.  Our home is so much more when Betty is here, not just because she does all of these things, but because when she is here the house has the wonderful aroma of her essential oils.

My office is in our family room, which is just off of the kitchen.  At times, I have complained about the noise of the washer, the dryer or the kitchen appliances when I was trying to concentrate on a work task or the conversation on the phone.  This week, the quiet has been deafening.  I find it harder to concentrate with the quiet than with the trivial noises of working at home.

More than anything else, I have missed my conversation partner.  I missed having someone to bounce an idea off of.  I've missed having someone to listen to me when I vent and express frustration.  I have ached to have someone share my little victories when I have worked through a difficult problem or have found a creative approach to an old task.

I have thoroughly enjoyed our phone conversations each morning and each evening before I retire.  I get the latest news about Aubrey and Chloe and Brenda and Tim.  We talk about our challenges and how we've done.  We share ideas and encouragement.    As much as I enjoy them, it's not the same as watching her eyes twinkle or the corner of her mouth turn up as something pleases her.  

Betty and I agree that she is where she needs to be.   Meanwhile, I am learning to cook, clean and do laundry, but more than anything, I am learning to love my sweetheart more each day.

I Took it in the Chin

Yesterday was an emotional day. Betty is out of town helping care Aubrey. Today was not a good day for her and her tumor is interfering with her breathing. The walls were coming at me because I am working from home and don't have a lot of face to face contact as I would prefer. I called Betty's dad and he suggested that I leave the computer for a while and take a walk outdoors.

I laced up my walking shoes, activated my iPod pedometer and headed out for a twenty minute walk in the neighborhood. It was beginning to get a bit damp and cold and I was walking at a pretty good clip. I got to an area where the sidewalks were a uneven. I caught my toe on a lifted section of sidewalk, and down I came into a four point landing. I saw stars as my face hit and my chin and wire framed trifocals took the brunt of the fall. I got up, straightened the frames of my glasses, dusted myself off and looked around hoping nobody say me take a nose dive into the concrete. I was a little unsteady on my feet, but I finished my walk.

After washing my wounds with peroxide and applying ointment and bandages, I went on to finish the day. Although I was a bit sore and a bit wiser about when and where I walk, I felt good that I had stuck to my committment to exercise every day this week. I don't know how it will affect the scale, but I do know that I feel better about working toward a goal consistently.

Eavesdropping can pay off

When I had just returned from my mission in Mexico, I was really proud of my mastery of the Spanish language. I used my new language skills every opportunity I had. There was one situation, though that I kept my language skills very quiet. I was attending Adam State college and taking some basic classes. One that I enjoyed was Art for the Elementary School. The class was taught by a Professor Hatfield. I sat in front of two hispanic students from Espanola, New Mexico. During that class, my knowledge of Spanish proved very beneficial.

I learned that Professor Hatfield had a special affection for anything that came from Mexico. He often spoke of the things he saw there that fascinated him. Among the things he mentioned were black velvet paintings and advertising that was painted on the corrugated tin used to close the open air businesses in the city marketplaces and the bright colored houses that were built in tiers along the winding cobblestone streets of hills of the suburbs.

I tried to weave these themes into the projects I prepared for this class. The two young ladies from Espanola were very adept at criticizing every project in Spanish picking them apart mercilessly, thinking that this fair skinned gringo in front of them could not understand. Oh, I was tempted to set them straight. Their criticism, however, was helpful and I refrained.

Finally at the end of the quarter, I did something that they really liked and they generously gave each other their approval. I could contain myself no longer. I leaned forward and in my very best Spanish, I thanked them for the compliment.