Author: Dackel Princess

I Know, I Know…

Okay, so I know what you will all say. Yes, I probably did too much, so I have no one to blame but myself for the eye ache I’m having tonight.

My only defense is: I’ve been bored! I’m passionate about my Soap Operas, but I have to tell you, when all you do is sit on your proverbial bottom and watch, (in fact listen) to the TV, you get bored fast. Even with the Soaps!!! (I know, you are shocked!)

I’ve never really known what a putterer I was until now. I will go from one thing to the next to the next and sort of watch the Soaps while I’m doing my work. This down and out stuff is murder.

So, I started doing my stuff again. Changing sheets, doing laundry, cooking meals and (I know, I know, the forbidden) I vacuumed. I couldn’t stand it another minute.

Then this afternoon after I got back from driving Greta to have her nails clipped and her ears plucked, my eye started to hurt. Ooops. Let’s see, not supposed to be driving, or vacuuming, or bending over to change the sheets. So guess the sore eye is a natural thing. Better sit down.

So I sat down and rested a bit, took some Tylenol and waited. The pain got better.

You see, although many of us think we could just give up doing the stuff we do, it’s not always as easy as we think. The first few times I did stuff, I felt good and so I tempted fate a little more and a little more. Today was my comeuppance.

So with hand over my heart I promise to be a good girl and not over do. I will do some things, but not overdo. I promise!

Tomorrow I want to make Plum Jam. It’s not hard at all. I can sit while I am slicing and pitting the plums, I can sit while I cook the Jam and then it’s just a matter of putting the Jam into hot jars and sealing them. No bending or anything required.

I guess we all need to be reminded from time to time to take it easy. Just wish my reminder didn’t make my eye hurt. Now that’s not fair! Couldn’t my Fairy Godmother have just come and hit me over the head with her wand?

Thursday Thirteen

Thursday 13 Love

Thirteen Reasons It’s Good To Be Loved By Man, Woman, Child Or Beast

1. You get that warm feeling in your heart when you are close to the ones you love.
2. Coming home is a great thing, when you have someone waiting for you.
3. Nothing softens a bad day better than a hug, a kiss or a snuggle.
4. A bad dream can be soothed easily with a warm touch or the snuggle of a little body.
5. No matter what, if you are loving right, you will get back way more than you will ever give.
6. Seeing happy faces around you will always perk you up.
7. Giving love and having love will get you through the toughest of times.
8. Being loved will inspire you to great things.
9. You will find yourself amazed and amused by your loved ones.
10. The pride you will feel at their accomplishments with make your spirit soar.
11. You will never be happier than when your loved one succeeds!
12. Your arms will never feel empty, because of endless hugs.
13. When all is said and done, isn’t loving each other what it’s all about?

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A New Life

As we bid Steve Irwin goodbye and felt the tears in our eyes and hearts, I received an email and pictures from my best friend, Uschi in Berlin. Her grandson arrive tonight , (September 5th) at 9:15 PM. This is her daughter’s first child and his name is Anton Paul.

Anton Nadine

You see, dear readers, life goes on. One life passes and another comes into the world. It gives me hope. Hope that even though there are times of great sadness, if we but wait a moment, great happiness will be ours again.

Welcome, sweet Anton! Congratulations to my dear Uschi!!!

Eye Am Doing Better!

My black, blue and yellow eye has almost faded. I’m actually starting to look normal. People don’t notice or stare and I’m thinking perhaps I need to actually start wearing make-up again so I don’t look so pale. I think this will be the last sick picture you will be seeing. After this I think I will be posting only flattering pictures. When I have looked at these I have thought, Yuck! I really look bad. Anyway, here is today’s picture.

Sept 5abc 003

Life & Other Thoughts

Today I’m thinking that life goes by us far too fast. I wrote about Andre Agassi ending his tennis career yesterday and today Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter,, has passed away. So, I guess I’m feeling a bit blue.

Steve Irwin made nature fun. He had a quick smile, made people laugh at the same time he was teaching us about animals we might never have considered.

My nephew, Taft loves Steve Irwin. He loved to play “Crocodile Hunter” in my sister’s living room. Taft and his brother Luke would pile the seat cushions up and hide the croc and then discover and tame it ala Steve Irwin. One of Taft’s birthdays we even had a croc cake and Taft dressed up like Steve Irwin. Luke was often forced to be Taft’s faithful sidekick, Baby Bindy. They had so much fun and Luke never did mind being the side kick of the “Crocodile Hunter”.

The other day I got sent one of those “Getting to Know You” email questionnaires. One of the questions was, “What are you afraid of?”

Well, there isn’t much. I mean, I don’t like snakes or mice, or those types of vermin, but I can survive them. I’m not afraid to die, although I admit, I’m sort of busy living my life right now and it would be a terrible inconvenience for me.

What I’m really afraid of, came to me while I was showering this morning. It was after I heard that Steve Irwin had died.

I am afraid of the people I love, dying.
I want my loved ones to live long and happy and healthy lives. I want to watch them all get gray hair, wrinkles and watch their children and grandchildren grow and to see and to know that their lives are good.

So yes, I have a fear. It’s just not one I knew I had.

Rest in peace, Steve Irwin, I bet Heaven is filled with wonderful wild animals, who were there to greet you.

Thank You, Andre

I watched The US Open Tennis Tournament from New York today. It was nice to see that somewhere the weather was good, as we have had rain all day.

I’ve always enjoyed watching tennis, especially men’s tennis. There is something about watching these men serve a ball at mind boggling speeds, and then equally amazing to see the ball returned.

But today was a sad day for me too. It was the day that Andre Agassi played his last professional game, and his last game at the US Open.

For 21 years I have watched Andre play this game. When he started out he was a cocky young man with long hair, a scruffy two day growth of beard and usually some long dangly earring whipping around his face.

But there was that grin, and his ability to make shots and get shots that intrigued me. If he was playing, I was watching.

Back then Pete Sampras was playing as well. He had a serve that few could ever hope to return. Pete and Andre seemed to always meet somewhere along the way during the different tournaments. And if one didn’t win the other did.

But where Pete was always Pete, Andre went through many changes over the years. You could see his game grow and change as you watched the man, himself growing and changing.

Andre searched for happiness, failed the first time he thought he’d found it, and then low and behold he got together with tennis champ, Steffi Graf, whom he married and has had two beautiful children with.

But time and age are an athletes worst enemy, and so it was with Andre. We watched his body giving out over the last year, at the same time we found ourselves feeling so proud of this once cocky boy, turn into a wonderful, caring man.

I watched his match today. His last match. I could feel the pain wash over me when I saw him flinch with a back spasm. He did not stop playing. He gave it his all. The crowd cheered and tears were shed.

When the game was done, his opponent was crying too. Andre had showed us all what a real champion looked like, and how a real champion retired, with such grace.

So, thank you Andre, for 21 wonderful years.

Getting Back To Life

I’m tired.

I decided it was time to get back to life. Actually I couldn’t stand to sit around for another moment of another day, looking at all of the things that needed to be done.

Hubby has done well. He has made sure I’ve gotten my meals and drinks and a nice place to sleep, but men don’t see dust bunnies, (or in our case huge clumps of white dog fur) newspapers on the floor or the laundry basket that has been sitting in the family room for three days.

Now some of this stuff I can deal with. I carefully stooped down to pick up the newspapers, not bending forward which would put pressure on my eye, and I scooped them up. Check

I put all the laundry in the basket and Hubby carried that down to the basement, where I did three loads of laundry. Check.

I couldn’t quite deal with the dust bunnies, so they are hopping around the house, but I plan to have Hubby get the vacuum out tomorrow so I can do that. Check

We had a small amount of plums in a basket from our tree. I got a recipe for Plum cake, and threw it all together and it came out great!! Check.

Dinner was a frozen pre-made turkey soup with German bread. Easy. Check.

So it’s a start. My mind and body are willing it’s the eye and the head that just do not want to cooperate. I know, I know. Time.

Friday Musings

Why is it, when you have nothing to do, life goes excruciatingly slow? Why can’t it fly by, like it did when I had 60 pounds of peaches to can and only a few days to do it?

Ah, sweet mysteries of life!

I saw Dr. W. yesterday and she is very happy with my eye. We both sat there grinning at each other, as I’m not sure which one of us his happier, her or me! Here is my sweet Dr. W. with her favorite patient. I can safely say this because I brought a basket of goodies from our garden and orchard!

So yesterday was a real high. Happy, happy, happy! Today? Not so much. I woke up at 4 AM with a terrible eye/headache that has plagued me all day. I have tried everything and nothing has worked.

Oh well, into every life a little rain must fall.

Last weekend my cousin, Janet and our dear friend Megan
came up for a visit. They cooked, I ate and we watched movies. Life was so good. The cooking included Janet’s wonderful potato salad, a bean salad and Megan’s Chocolate Trifle! I’m still dreaming about that. I just go nuts for chocolate!

Thursday was a quiet day. Quieter than I had hoped or planned for. I took care of some paper work, and watched/listened to the TV. Fritzi kept me company much of the time. As did Greta and Emily.

Greta goes before the German judge in September for her rating. I am a wreck about this, (just call me a nervous stage mother!) and I hope she does well. Could I stand to have some stranger tell me Miss Greta isn’t perfect? I think not!

Finally, I am sad that Caroline Keptchure was fired from “The Apprentice”. I’m thinking that Ivanka Trump will take her place. Who says nepotism is dead?

Thursday Thirteen, “The Grandmother Edition”



1. She was born February 4, 1887. Her parents George and Sarah, named her Mary Francis Daniell.

2. She had two sisters, Sarah Mathilda, the oldest, whom we all called Tilly, and Marionette, who chose to move away and never have much to do with any of the family.


Marionette, Tilly, seated and my very blond grandmother.

3. She met my Grandfather when she was 8 or 9 years old. His family moved into her neighborhood and Gram became best friends with his sister, Katchen. Gram taught them to speak English, as they were from Germany and didn’t speak a bit of English when they arrived.

4. Papa fell instantly in love with her and pursued her all through their teens. (Today we would call this stalking! LOL)

5. Her father insisted she finish college before she even considered marriage.

6. They married right after graduation on June 1, 1921, and were married for nearly 65 years before she passed away.

7. They had one son, Robert and my mother, Rosamond. They always thought of Tilly’s son George as their own too. They adored him.

8. Gram taught school in the Boston Public Schools. She taught 5th grade.

9. She was a member of the DAR, The Eastern Star and worked for the Christian Science Monitor in Boston.

10. She was always busy working for charities and I can’t recall a time, until she was very old that she actually rested.

11. She adored her grandchildren, there were five of us, Carl, Erica, my brother Richard, sister Melodie and yours truly!

12. She made the best cookies and also warm milk with honey and a pat of butter in it. To this day it calms me.

13. Sadly, she passed December 2, 1984. I feel lucky to have had such a great and wonderful grandmother.

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The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others comments. It’s easy, and fun! Be sure to update your Thirteen with links that are left for you, as well! I will link to everyone who participates and leaves a link to their 13 things. Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!