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Daily Food Diary – Day 142 of 365

by annemariedemyen, posted in 2025, Health and Fitness

Today marks 142 Days since I began posting my Daily Food Diary.

Today also marks what would have been my Mother’s 107th birthday!  There are two things that make time fly by as we age – having grandchildren and losing parents.

Mom with Rory and Genie. 

It has been 12 years since Mom passed away  and about 20 years since this photo was taken.  It never seems possible how many years have passed.

I always knew, but it is only since Mom is gone, that I fully appreciate how hard she worked to provide a home for us.  I see posts from young mothers talking about how hard parenting is.  My Mother didn’t really talk about it that much.  She probably didn’t have time. 🙄

I am the youngest of six siblings, spanning fourteen years.  My Mother first had indoor plumbing when I was SIX years old.  I remember boiling water to do dishes.  I can’t imagine the work involved in filling her wringer washer, processing each load of clothes, and hauling it out to the line to dry.  I will never forget the smell of frozen laundry being hauled in during the winter and the sight of Dad’s long johns – stiff as a board and leaning against the sofa to defrost.  Our clothes were always clean and fresh.  Our socks always matched and much of our clothes and household linens were ironed – every week.

The laundry was only one of multiple herculean tasks that my mother performed on a regular basis.  She sewed, knitted, or  crocheted much of our clothes and household linens.

Our home was always full of fresh baking and bountiful meals.  Always!  And come fall, she spent her days canning, pickling, and preserving.

My Mother never stopped at the basic necessities. In the spring  I am reminded of her so much.  As I am out working in our yard and garden, I remember her huge garden – rows and rows of corn and peas, lettuce, beets, cucumbers, tomatoes and the like.   But it didn’t stop there.  From the ‘rock garden’ to every nook and cranny and corner of the yard my Mother grew flowers.  Gorgeous flowers!  And nary a weed to be found.

Our home was ALWAYS clean but on holidays it shone!  (And Mother never met a holiday she didn’t love).  Obviously Christmas and Easter were the BIG ones, but every birthday, Thanksgiving, and Canada Day was celebrated.  I think she may have made up a few holidays just for the opportunity to decorate and celebrate.

I don’t remember my Mother ever being in any particular rush but she had hard work and efficiency down to a science.  Even on a shoestring (and that shoestring got pretty thin at times) our house ran like clockwork.   And she ran it with classical music playing in the background on our cabinet phonograph.   I have no idea how she managed to stow away enough money to buy that phonograph or the racks of records she played, but she got her money’s worth out of it!

Anyway, I know it’s a few years late, but thank you Mom.  For everything. I may not have always noticed all you did for us, but I sure appreciate it now. 💞

Daily Food Diary – Day 142

Breakfast:

(1) c coffee (2)

(1/2) grapefruit (39)

(1/2) tsp sugar (8)

(1) granola bar (160) (2.5 grams)

Lunch:

(1/2) c potato salad (160) (3 grams)

(1/5) c red onion

(3) radishes (4)

(2) oz Pullers shaved ham (57) (.5 grams)

(10) Lay’s lightly salted ripple chips (145) (1.4 grams)

Snacks:

(30) oz water

(1/2) c bbq corn nuts (230) (1 gram)

Supper:

(1 1/2) svg. Spaghetti with ground turkey meat sauce (465) (1.6 grams)

(2) Bicks baby dill pickles (6)

(1/4) c shredded cheddar cheese (114) (6 grams)

(1) Lemon oatmeal cookie (68) (.6 grams)

Total net calories: 1154

Net calorie goal: 1243 – 1154 =   89 under 👍

Total saturated fats: 16.5 grams

Saturated fats goal: 13.75 grams 👎

That’s it for today.  Take care and have a great day! ❤️☺️

Happy Birthday, Mom!  If you need me I will be out back trying to transplant a pansy without killing it!

*** Funny story – one year I had Genie and her stepsister helping me transplant lettuce seedling (don’t judge – I cannot grow lettuce from seeds).  Apparently, I cannot ‘teach’ gardening either.  Genie had a perfect little row of lettuce plants.  Brook had a perfect little row of lettuce plants deep in the ground – with roots topside up, swaying in the sunshine. 😂

April 22nd Update

by annemariedemyen, posted in 2024, Health and Fitness

It is incredible that we are 1/3rd of the way through this year already but HERE WE ARE!

It has been four months since I ran across an article on sinuses and upper respiratory infections and gotten back on track to a fit and healthy life.  I have been hitting my aerobic workout six mornings a week and acing the most intense ones.  I am doing weights three nights a week and that is going well.  I am consistently gaining strength and beginning to show some toning in my arms and my back.  I have begun working on muscles that I did not even know I had.  

I have also been continuing my sinus care,  including the Neti Pot rinses every evening.  The results have been phenomenal.  I am breathing easier, my coughing is minimal compared to what it was, I have not had any asthma/COPD/or bronchiectasis flare ups  and my vision continues to improve.   Even when we are out at night, the glare from headlights and streetlights do not bother me in the least!

On the family front, I had a good visit from my daughter this past week.  A stop in for a few minutes turned into a tea party for a few hours.   We also had a visit from granddaughter Genie who came to get Grandpa to trim some boards for her.  She brought me a beautiful bouquet to honor my mother’s passing eleven years ago Saturday.

Saturday, we had the pleasure of attending a band concert that granddaughter Maddy was performing in.   It was an amazing opportunity for her to be accepted into the Saskatchewan Youth Honor Band.  There were three bands involved – elementary school, high school, and adult.  They had ONE DAY to practice together before the concert.  Each band played for thirty minutes and to wrap up the night all three bands joined together to perform “Let’s Go Band”.    The joy and enthusiasm and passion of the performers (especially in that last piece) was just over the top.    The performers and their directors did a fantastic job of coming together! 

Trombonist ….  Maddy 💞

Finally!  Molly has been really good for the past week or so.  She stayed home alone while we attended Maddy’s concert and there wasn’t a thing out of place when we returned home.   She is doing great!

Mature Molly 💞

That is all I have for now.  Take care and have a great rest of the day!🌞

Spring Has Sprung…

by annemariedemyen, posted in 2024, Health and Fitness

Today is the first full day of spring! Even though it is a dull and dreary day, I am such a fan of spring that I can’t help feeling this is a day to be celebrated.  💐

It is a day that I am reminded of my Mother.  Like me, she loved spring and I remember her often reciting the following  poem….

“Spring has sprung, the grass iz riz…

I don’t remember the rest of the poem and from the variety of versions I found on the internet I am confident no one else remembers either.   

I did find one particularly shocking version from Australia that did not sound familiar…

“Spring has sprung,
The grass has riz.
I wonder where the birdies is?
Tiny weeny wittle things,
Have no feathers on their wings.
Cannot fly and cannot sing…
Chop their bloody heads off.” 😲

There was another (less shocking) version that claimed the birdies were on the wing, high in the sky, dropping bird poop in my eye.     That one didn’t ring any bells either.  🙄

Mom,  with my teens (at the time)  Mark, Jennifer  & Daniel.

A more recent memory of spring that will never fade for me is a flashback to a month and a half  before the official return of spring two years ago – February 2nd, 2022.

I was sitting in my rocking chair, as I am now.  Unlike now, I was cold and miserable and exhausted and ill.    My King Charles Cavalier (Kat) was on the sofa close to me.

I was feeling down because the groundhogs that reported had indicated that we were in for another six weeks of winter.  I wanted spring.  I needed spring. I had so many plans  for spring – spring cleaning, spring planting, spring painting.  Then reality struck and I realized that if I did not get up and moving and building up some strength and stamina,  the arrival of spring would mean nothing to me.  I would not even be able to walk my precious little Kat when the sun was shining, the skies were blue, and the grass and leaves were green.   I would be sitting in my rocking chair feeling cold and miserable and exhausted and ill. 

It took me two weeks but I got off my chair and started my journey to health and fitness.

This year I can legitimately anticipate spring and start planning accordingly.  On Sunday, I planted containers of flower seeds to be transplanted outdoors when the time comes.  Our shed/grandkids playhouse is overdue for attention.  Our patios need pressure washing.   Sadly our little Kat is gone, but I am looking forward to hiking with Dan and Molly.

Molly is ready to go!

Spring is here and this year I am ready for it! 🌞🧑‍🌾💪

Take care and have a great (spring) day! 💞🌞

Thinking of You

by annemariedemyen, posted in Uncategorized
Mom and I

It has been ten years today since my mother passed away.  It could have been last week.   I don’t have to close my eyes to imagine my mother just as she was – at the end of her, or at any point in my, life.

I can see my mother bringing the frozen laundry in from the line, smell the fresh air, and feel the icy cold that she brought with it.

I can see my mother playing badminton with my sister Lorraine, sitting at the card table working on a jigsaw puzzle, or at the kitchen table playing Scrabble with us and our children.

I can see my mother at church – weekdays and Sundays, attending funerals of friends and neighbors, serving up food at Parrish suppers and get togethers.

I can see my mother knitting and crocheting sweaters and dresses, mittens and scarves for her grandchildren. I can see her at the kitchen table sewing dresses for my sisters and I.

I can see my mother cooking everyday meals, Sunday dinners, and holiday feasts – as well as baking an endless supply of fresh bread, buns, cakes, desert squares, and pies.

I can see my mother cleaning, painting, and decorating our home – throughout the seasons, over the years.

Mom with my kids – Mark, Jen, & Dan

I can see my mother arriving at my home – bearing baked goods and gifts for myself and my family. Making herself at home by doing laundry, washing dishes, making meals, and poisoning the dog (the last one may have been an accident but you don’t put chocolate under the Christmas tree when there’s a dog in the house 🫣)

I can see my mother in the nursing home, her final home on earth, visiting with her grandbabies’ babies – pushing them up and down the hallway on her walker, introducing them to nurses and residents, and proudly accompanying them to Sunday brunch at the Mayfair.

I can see my mother doing a million everyday, ordinary things that mothers do. It could have been decades ago or it could have been last week.

I hope that where my mother is now, she can see that we noticed and appreciated all that she did – and that it has not, and never will be, forgotten.

Rip Mom

Keeper of the Stars

by annemariedemyen, posted in family, life
“It was no accident, me meeting you…”. Tracy Bird

It was 1994. With three teenagers to raise and provide for and a recent escape from unholy matrimony (as I referred to my first marriage), the last thing I wanted or needed in my life was a man. My life was good, happy and fulfilling.

For a couple of years things went along great. My kids and their friends filled our home with love and laughter. I filled it with groceries and other basic necessities. As the months went by, we were able to take my mother on an unforgettable family holiday. We moved from our little basement apartment to a much nicer and roomier duplex in a better part of the city. I traded in my battered and worn sedan for a sweet turbo charged convertible. Life was good.

The only downside to my life was that I was grieving the loss of my father who had recently passed away (although I always felt that he was very much with us through those years) and my health. I had lost an unhealthy amount of weight in previous years. I was working for a millwork company and was frequently in the warehouse, which was in the same building as our offices and showroom. I was, and am, asthmatic and seriously allergic to trees and everything tree related – wood, sawdust, wood smoke, feathers (birds have feathers and they live in trees). It still seems rediculous that I would put myself in such a situation but I loved the place and everyone in it.

Although everyone else at work was male, I didn’t really think anything of it and I didn’t really think anyone considered me as anything but one of the guys (who happened to always wear skirts, heels and makeup). A couple of years in, my bosses hired an autocad guy to work in the office. Since said bosses were busy on Dave’s first day, I took him out for lunch to welcome him to the team. He took the opportunity to hit on me. I told him in no uncertain terms that I did not date, would not date and dropped it. He did not, but he was not there long and he just never got anywhere with me. He did however, tell his friend Dan about the company. Dan had years of experience working for industrial steel companies. With a downturn in the economy, the company he had been working for went out of business and he had found himself unemployed.

Soon after, Dan walked into the office and asked to speak to Ken, one of my bosses. I took one look at him and ran to the other side of the warehouse to find Ken and to tell him that there was “a BIG native man there to see him”. (In my defence, I knew very few natives, had never seen a Hungarian before – and I was very sleep deprived at the time).

After a short interview, Ken hired Dan. Dan went home and was to start work in a couple of days. The day before he was scheduled to start, his mother passed away suddenly. He came to the office to explain the situation and his pain was obvious. He was very close to his mother. She was, to him and to all who knew her, a very special woman.

A few days later, Dan returned to start work. He was introduced to everyone and announced to the rest of the guys that he was there to work and marry the receptionist – me. Nobody told me of his plans or that he was Hungarian (which was totally irrelevant but it was hilarious that I was oblivious to the fact until a year later, after we had been living together for a month).  I did however learn that he worked hard, took pride in his work, and that he stood up for himself and supported his fellow workers. 

On July 31st, 1999 we were married. Our family and friends were there to support us. We had a beautiful wedding. We both agreed that as heaven’s gates opened for his mother, my father had been there to welcome her. Together they had conspired to bring us to each other.

By that point our economy had improved, Dan had gone to work at the pipe plant of our local steel factory and I had moved on to a healthier environment. We moved in to Dan’s house (an ongoing project) and we built a good life together. We have definitely had great times together, good times together and faced difficult and heart wrenching challenges together. We have come to love, respect and and admire each other. We have definitely learned to annoy each other and at times to take each other for granted.

This week, I realized how very much I love Dan, appreciate him and how perfectly suited we are for this life that we share. This week, Dan had a few days off between shifts. On Tuesday, I called him from work to tell him I was was very sick and struggling to breathe. He rushed over to pick me up and took me to the hospital emergency ward. He stayed by my side for six hours, on his last day off this week, to support me. When we got back home, he went to get my medication and pick up supper. The next evening, when he returned home from work, he told me some silly anecdote from work that made me laugh until my sides hurt. Last night we started talking about people winning large lotteries. I said my biggest concern, if we ever won, was that we would want such different things that it would be hard to find workable compromises. Dan agreed. Then we started talking about what each of us would want and our thoughts on the matter were almost identical. We had even both always thought of how important it was for us to show our appreciation to two special doctors. A few years ago Dan went to the emergency department with a blinding headache. A young doctor looked up from from his paperwork, yelled “get that man on a stretcher – he is septic” and proceeded to save Dan’s life. He was fantastic. My special doctor, went above and beyond to take care of me and keep Dan fully informed of what he was doing, after my lung collapsed and no one could repair it. He saved my lung (without surgery) for which I will always be grateful. Both of these men were such gifted physicians and such dedicated humanitarians – and they were both high on both of our lists of ‘lottery win’ priorities. (In the guise of their dream medical equipment I would expect).

I know – I had no want or need of a man in my life. Until he met me, Dan was quite content with his sports and his cat Hank. I am however, eternally grateful that my father and his mother felt otherwise.

‘I tip my hat to the keeper of our stars. They sure knew what they were when they joined these two hearts.’

Mortality

by annemariedemyen, posted in Uncategorized

From as long back as I can remember, my Mother would dwell on her own mortality. Every Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving would be her last. Every health episode was fodder for stories that would be told time and time again, with every supporting actor placed at her bedside, anxiously waiting for her to gasp her last breath. Occasionally, she would even adopt health episodes that had actually been mine or my siblings, just to shake things up a bit. I am not sure why she was so obsessed with dying but she lived to be ninety-five and was relatively active and healthy virtually to the end.

The thing is, I was never terribly comfortable listening to my mother go on about her near death experiences or her impending doom. I should probably have been more sensitive to her desire to discuss death but death in general just wasn’t my favourite topic.

Mother and I

Over the years, I have done a fairly passable job of avoiding thinking about my own mortality. I have had a few serious, life threatening episodes – although to be honest I didn’t really understand the severity of such situations at the time. Morphine does that for me. By the time the morphine wears off, I am generally on the road to recovery so there isn’t that much to dwell on. Until lately…

A few weeks ago I had an outbreak of shingles. I knew one woman who had shingles. She was my Mother’s next door neighbour and she was about ninety-seven at the time. My first thought was holy hell – I am old! I have since heard from a number of people who had shingles outbreaks before they turned ninety-seven and and even long before they reached my sixty-four years. But my initial reaction to the diagnosis was shock.

My doctor prescribed an antiviral drug that controlled the shingles rash and made my entire body feel strangely numb. The outbreak passed and other than my eye still being quite itchy, I am almost fine. But not really. I lost my appetite, a good fifteen pounds and a lot of strength. I am so tired. I still struggle. I am definitely reminded that my own death is coming, not today, but sometime in the forseeable future.

I am not excited at the prospect of dying – but the idea does not terrify me. I have been re-invented so many times in this life that the idea of radical change does not bother me. I believe a part of me will stay here with the people I love. I believe a part of me will become a part of the afterlife where others who have passed before me exist. I am pretty sure I will know I am back in their presence. I think it will be beautiful and peaceful, warm and pleasant. I am not anxious to get there, but I am pretty sure it will be ok.

The End