Moving Day March 25,2021

Today is moving day for my daughter Ruth and her husband Chris. They built a new condominium after a year of renting. They have moved 5 times in 7 years of marraige. So I looked up some statistics from the census bureau.

In 2013, the average person living in the US moved 11.7 times in a lifetime. People under 30 will move anaverage of 6 times before they are 30. Persons over 45 years will average 2 more moves in their lives. Wealthy white people move fewer times than poorer non-white populations. The three major reasons for moving are up or down sizing , better housing or relocating for a job or family.

With those numbers in mind, I have found that I have moved 8 times in my life. That is close to the average. My Husband, John has moved only 3 times, two of those moves were during our marriage. I have to remember that statistics don’t tell the whole story.

Speaking of moving and stories, I would like to relate the strangest move in my life. This was when I was a young teen. We were moving from our childhood home to a house across the street.

My Mother had loved the old Eaton homestead. She thought that her anitiques would be better suited to a vintage house.

My brother Brian was 6 years younger than myself. He heard we were moving but didn’t hear where. He said goodbye to all his friends. Some gave him parting gifts. To his chagrin, he had to give the gifts back and explained how they could still be friends.

On the day of the big move, a large number of extended family showed up to help with the move. Starting in the bedrooms, aunts, cousins and my my brothers started to move the itens in the room. Drawers were removed from dressor, desks and night stands. The larger pieces of furniture were taken by the men across the street. Others followed with the drawers for that piece. Clothes from closets were grabbed with their hangers and hung in the new closets. Little by little the contents of one home was walked across the street to their new location.

When the old home was emptied, half the family went to clean each room while several men started the grill to cook hamburgers and hotdogs. The family had a large picnic in the new backyard. The whole move was finished in half a day and the picnic and cleaning took up the afternoon.

I imagine the neighbors were entertained watching rockers, tables and bureaus waiting for traffic to clear to make their way to the other side of the street.

Ruth and Chris are having movers take their items to the new home and place them in the correct rooms. They will move the three cats themselves. Such moving is normal but not as exciting as the family parade of belongings.



It’s a Family Affair

Uncle Don and Aunt Marion were first to arrive.

Then cousins Gail, Jimmy and Barb.

Uncle Al and Aunt Jan brought their older children Billy, David and Peggy.

Aunt Cathline and Uncle Ed too, added to our own family number.

Men took the heavy things, women took the rest.

The move was performed with military precision. Dad directed the items to move and Mom directed where the items should be placed.

Cheap entertainment for the neighbors.

copyright 3/25/21

National Puppy day March 23, 2021

I wondered what National puppy day entailed. No pun intended. It is a day that promotes adaption of puppies. Raising a puppy is as hard as raising a child but the training is quicker. Puppies need time, attention and love. They learn to obey and please.

I adopted an older puppy that was in an abusive situation. His name was Panda, but he didn’t respond to it. I renamed him Koke. He wagged his tail at the first mentioned of his new name. But It could have been the full bowl of food that I was holding.

Koke was an American Eskimo Spitz. He was white with a curly tail and black eyes about the size of nickels. He loved walks, running through the snow and chasing squirrels. He was a good companion but he was not a service dog.

If you have an interest in raising a puppy, but don’t have years to invest in a growing dog’s care, Paws with a Cause may be a way you can raise and train a service dog to be social and follow simple commands.

Our local news station have several puppies that they are raising and come with their trainers to work. This is the first of several places and people that will test, train and work to pair a dog and the dog’s skills with a person needing help. Puppy training is the first step for independence for a person with a disability.

Blind, hard of hearing, epileptic, physically challenged or non-verbal , there are more needs than trained dogs.

If you can’t spare time to train or adapt a puppy, this would be a good day to consider a donation of time or money to a local Humane Society. There are needs for food, toys and old blankets and towels. A donation of time to walk or play with dogs will help to keep them social.

Don’t forget about those kittens and cats. When you finally adapt an animal be sure you have your new pet spaded or neutered.




I am full of play and joy,

But when it is time to learn,

I work to earn praise and treats.

Between you and me, I like the praise the best.

I can sit, come and stay when commanded.

I will grow into a service dog who works for belly rubs. copyright 3/23/21

Awkward Moments Day March 18,2012

This date has several celebrations. But I picked awaward moments for it’s universal appeal. I delight in such moments as a teaching tool for the blind to enlighten the visual community. You don’t have to be blind to have embarrassing incidents. But they seen to happen to the blind more often.

During this time of mask wearing and keeping distiance, I have longed to reach out to touch more than my husband. Eye contact or a friendly nod is lost on me. Other people’s phone calls and conversations invade my hearing . Wishing to to be social, I smile. Opps, the mask hides that. Touching is not allowed and words of greeting are muffled and not heard. An example happened at the local pharmacy, picking up my perscriptions. First, I have to tap the heel of the person in line before me with the tip of my white cane. This is how I can keep distance but most people feel annoyed and some say so.

When I finally get to the front of the line, I am confronted by plexiglass and a masked pharmacist. I am asked name, birthdate and address of the recipient. Both of us have trouble understanding questions and responses. My husbnad, seeing I am in trouble, comes to assist me.

Another time, I was waiting at the fish counter. I heard the customer and the clerk in front of me. When the customer was finished, I stepped forward to give my order. There was no responce. I waited and after a moment, I was asked what I would like. The clerk had left or turned away and I was talking to no one.

Share one of your awkward moments with me at I would love to share the experience of being human.

Another important national celebration, will occur on Sunday. This is International Poetry Day. One way to celebrate is to write a poem and share with another. Another way is to have a poetry party or share writing a poem with each person writing a line. So for my poem today, I will start two haiku poems and I would like you to finish it. The last line should be 3 syllsbles in length. Good luck and happy writing.




I sit, wait,

people rushing by,

______ ___ _____

Bless the Poem

I bless you,

with poetic whispers,

_____ ____ ____

carol Farnsworth

copyright /19/2021

Tomorrow Everyone is Irish March 16, 2021

“May you be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you are dead”

An old Irish Blessing.

I have a little Irish in my DNA. But on St. PATRICKS DAY ,I will wear green and offer Irish blessings.

I decided to have an Irish dinner on Sunday ,when I had more time to cook. I bought the cabbege, potatoes, carrots, Irish soda bread and corned beef. For those of you who wonder what corned beef is. It is a beef brisket salted with spices to soften and tenderize the meat. The trational salt used was rock salt. The salt pieces were refered to as corns. So the meat was corned beef.

The corned beef comes in a bag. I forgot that the liqhid is red with blood. I rinsed the meat and patted it dry. My husband came to the kitchhen and wonder what I had cut. There was blood on the floor tiles, in the sink and on a towel I patted the meat dry with. This was funny after I explained where the blood was from.

The meat was covered with broth h and spices from the included spice packet. The meat was put in a dutch oven to simmer for 2 and 1 half hours. The carrots and potatoes were added and cooking continued for 40 minutes. Quarters of cabbage were added and cooking continued for 15 minutes. The point was the dinner took 4 hours to prepare, cook and watch, The meal was served and finished in less than fifteen mintues. How did our grandparents have the time to cook such special meals. I bought my Soda bread, but the preparatioon for that treat would have made the prep time another 2 hours.

How many people know how to cook and have the time to do it? I looked at my donations to the local food bank. It was full of soups , spagetti sauce and pasta. I thought that I might add more meat in cans and increase peanut butter and jam. The last thing people need is food that takes a long time to cook.

I did enjoy my Irish meal. I have two containers filled with left overs. But I would not work so hard to produce the meal again just for the two of us.

So tomorrow wear greeen. Have a green food and think of blessing the people in your friend and family circle.



a Blessing

In the Irish spirit of

St. Pat,

Raise a toast to your family and friends

In the hope that a new beginning of wellness,

Springs forth as the green shoots reach for light.

Hugging each person with blessings not fear.

copyright 3/16/2021

Pi Anyone? March 11,2021

This Sunday is National Pi Day. My daughter, Ruth a mathematician, has celebrated ths day since she was in high school. She and her friends purchased shirts with the Pi symbol. The shirts had a catchy slogan such as, “Share some Pi with me,” or “There is more than enough Pi to go around.”

Pi helped her to have a ship board romance. We were on a cruise to Alaska. Ruth, a 17 year old was too old to be in the teen group. One morning, she was in the ship’s shop and wearing her Pi shirt. A young man approached her remarking,”I like your shirt!” They struck up a conversation and aggreed to meet in the game room later.

The young man was traveling with his family and a year older than Ruth. There was a miscommunation and they didn’t meet later that day. We encouraged her to call his cabin. Returnng from dinner, Ruth found a return message on our cabin’s phone.

“If you want to try to meet again, I guess we could meet at the game room sometime…” Our daughter was crushed. My husband took the phone to disconnect. Instead, he listened and a smile formed on his lips.

“Sunshine, you better listen to the rest of this message.” After the young man was done, you can hear his sister lambasting him with comments,”That is no way to ask for a date.” Call her again and ask to meet now.” You and I could have dates for the show this evening.”

Soon, Jeff and Ruth were hanging around together with his sister and her date. She enjoyed the rest of the ship board time.

So with the idea that Pi can bring people together, I have a gift of a Pi poem for your enjoyment. Each line has the number of syllables that are in the progression of Pi’s string . The blank line is the zero. Enjoy sharing Pie.



A tasty Pi Poem

A tasty Pi Poem

Apple pie


in the oven


of sesame oil,

ingredients are, mixed ball is formed,

rolled thin,

in between waxed papers

lifted carefully to

the pie pan.

Fingers push air out,

to form a seal around the pan.

apples are sliced, sugared, and ready,

poured into the pastry pan

awaiting for a pastry crust cover

roll the dough

till thin

peel paper

lift carefully to cover the pie

dot with butter

flute the edge of the crust

to seal

sugar mixture thickens

with cooked apples

cut top holes

for steam vents

bubbling and browning will start,

through the vents

of crust

aroma fills the kitchen

soon its time to open and remove

the bubbling pie

it tempts….

but please wait until it is cool!

Carol Farnsworth

copyright 3-11-21

Is Really Spring? March 9, 2021

Today is a day of firsts. We had the first tandem ride of the season. The ten mile trip to the library and back was delightful. This is also the first anniversary of this blog. I hope you have enjoyed the road. In the coming weeks, there will be some changes to the look and feel of this welcoming space.

Here in the upper Mid-west the increased hours of sun in the day signal that we are starting spring. The ground is covered with a chilly blanket of snow. The water is starting to drip down gutters, driveways and roads.

I look outside straining to see any touch of green in the unbroken white.

The pointed leaves of lenten rose poke through the winter cover to reach the warming sunlight. They will soon blossen even before the last of the snow is gone.

I search the areas where tiny crean snowdrops raise their blosoming heads above the snow.

When the white cover has melted to a brown and grey hue, I look forward to crocuses in Easter colors circling the trunk of the red maple with thickening buds.

Garlic, rhubarb and asparagus shoots will soon follow.

Before you know it, Spring is in full bloom.



Sun warming

snowdrops on the hill

herald spring

Carol Farnsworth

copyright 3/9/21

What we say, how we say it March 4, 2021

Today is National Grammer Day. It was established in 2008 by Martha Brockenbrook , a school teacher sought to promote good grammer in her student’s speech and writing. The day was Nationalized by President George W. Bush .

What is language without the rules of grammer. They are the framework for understanding each other’s words and writings.

Many of us have cringed when a grammer rule is bent or broken. But what can we do to help?

I find filler words in conversations hard to listen to. When I hear a string of fillers, I know that the speaker is uncomfortable with silent pauses and must keep the speech stream continuing. Examples of fillers are,”and um”, “you know”, “like”,”er”, “right and “ok”. When I an having a conversation with an individual that has the habit of using fillers, I wait until they finish their thought. Then I will repeat the information with the question, “I believe that you said …” Using the information minus the filler words under the guise of accurate information will give a concise example . Asking for clarification takes the stress from the speaker. They may find that hearing a sentence without fillers gives clear communicaton.

Today, I will strive to use good grammer in my writing and speech. By using the building blocks of grammer to bolster theunderstanding of language.

I will be the example of good grammer in my home, community and world. One article or conversation at a time.



Wayward Pronoun

Who is on second?

Has he left the bag?

I think of him as a stealer.

No! he is going for third.

A throw towards him missed

His speed saved himself from the tag.

I hope he stays there.

He is inching the base

Playing dare with the others.

A ball goes over his head..

He goes past third towards home

Wow, slide! He can’t believe himself.

He is safe.

Copyright 2021

Carol Farnsworth

My Number is up, March 2, 2021

I have never been in the draft, nor won in the lottery. But I felt elated and surprized last Friday when I received the call. “We have open appointments for today from 12 to 4. what time would you perfer?”

My name finally came for the vaccination for the Carona virus. Now , how would I get there? The call came at 10 am. Two hours before the first appointment. If I had to call for a ride, it would leave me little time to get there.

The vaccine center was 9 miles away. It was in the pharmacy area of a larger food store that I was not familiar with.

I was fortunate that my husband had no other scheduled errands that afternoon.

We arrived fifteen minutes before the appointment time. We were herded to a line for the first check in. I was asked my name , birthdate and that information was checked with the list of registered recipients. Then we were ushered to another area to check the number of vaccines to be given.I was asked to answer a questionnaire similar to the one to register initially. A third station checked my I.D. and requested a insurance card and the last 4 digits of my social security munber. I guess that was for billing purposes.

Finally, I was faced with the person that would administer the shot. The shot was quick with a very small needle. Finally, I was directed to sit in a waiting area to check for reactions from the vaccine.

Through the whole procedure, I had no clue where I should go or what to do. The areas were vibrating with voices and echos. Even when I increased the volume of my hearing aids, I could hear only a portion of the questions posed to me. At each station, social distancing prevented me from asking others for information. I was alone in a crowd.

Before I left, I had an appointment for my second vaccination. Without the assistance of my husband I would have been lost. If you make an appointment in the future, be sure to request an assistance to walk with you through the area and mark your questionnaire for you. Be prepared even if that means deferring the vaccine for a week until you have talked to a person and secured a guide to help, discribe and guide you through the experience.

As to reations, I had a sore arm for 24 hours. It was similar to reactions from other vaccinations. A little preparation will ease your vaccination and help you and workers know what you need and don’t need.



A Little Poke

So much to do, before you’re called.

waiting, wanting to know what is going on.

Finally, you are in the crowd, herded,like cattle.

You reach the seat for the shot. And

a little poke and you are sent away.

Carol Farnsworth

One In A Million February 25, 2021

Today is my son-in-law’s birthday. Like many things in my life, Chris and I had a rocky start.

Seven and one half years ago, Ruth came home for Christmas. I didn’t know at the time but she was engaged to a young man named Chris. Ruth hoped that we would invite Chris to Christmas dinner. We didn’t know that they planned to marry two days after Christmas.

I found my daughter crying in her bedroom. I tried to tell her to give us some time to adjust to her boyfriend.

Ruth must have thought that we would disrupt her wedding so she and Chris married in a small ceremony at their condo. We were not told of the event.

Ruth and Chris posted the wedding on “Facebook”. My niece saw the post and told her parents, my younger brother Brian and his wife Ann. Brian called me up to wonder why he wasn’t invited to the wedding. I didn’t know what he was talking about.

Eventually, I called Ruth to ask what was going on. She admitted that she was married.

I indicated that I would like to meet this stranger that was my son-in-law. Ruth said, ” I will pick you up on Tuesday after work”. She pulled into the drive and drove us to a Panera Bread resturant. I think that they wanted neutral ground for the meeting.

Ruth and I ordered coffee and made small talk. A tall handsome man approached our table and smiling, kissed my daughter.

I put out my hand ,”This must be Chris”. He looked as nervous as I felt.

I don’t recall what we discussed, but by the conclusion of the evening, I remarked to Ruth, “I can understand why you are in love with him”.

During the evening I witnessed love and caring by the young couple for each other.

I gave my hurt feelings to God and decided to give them the chance they deserved.

It has now been over seven years and I still see a couple that shows affection and care for each other. They have weathered heart surgery, foot surgery, job losses and several house changes. Through all the highs and lows, Chris continues to love and support Ruth in her ambitions. She went back to college and pursued her doctorate and is finishing her dissertation. Through the long hours and time of seperation, Chris is Ruth’s number one cheering and support team.

Chris has called my husband and I Mom and Dad, this endears him to me. I have grown to love this tall man in my daughter’s life.

I have learned to forgive and look forward to many years with this addition to our family.

Happy Birthday Son!



Tall as the trees

A straight arrow

A smile that melts hearts

He looks into my eyes

With hopeI shed my fear

To give this love a chance.

Living In The Present February 23, 2021

“Yesterday is history,

Tomorrow is a mystery.

But today is a gift. That is why we call it the present.”

Quote by Helen Keller

My day starts with a cup of coffee in bed, talking with John. Whoever is up first, starts the brewing, and bring two mugs to the bedroom.We have shared this private time during our whole marraige. It is a time to discuss, share thoughts or be present for each other.

During the rest of the day, I start tasks but regrets from the day before invade my thoughts

You should have called Ruth” or “You forgot to send a birthday card to Pam.” I am not paying attention to my present task and spill Jiffy Mix on the floor.

Later I think of the next day’s meeting. I forget to run my blog through spell check.

“Sufficient onto the day is the evil thereof” Matt 6, 34. The passage warns to let tomorrow worry about itself. Today has enough worries of it’s own.

Like many people, I worry about the past and day dream about tomorrow, but I fail to live in the gift of the present.

“Live today as if it was your last, for some day it will be.”

Steve Jobs

How much time and energy do we invest in the past or future and ignore what is on our platter for this day? What can we do to change.

Mystics train themselves to think about the steps to complete the task at hand and then preform the task. When completed, the task is put aside and the next task is started. Our multi-task training rebels at this mindful working. In the long run, you will get more done and enjoy the process when you concentrate on one task to it’s completion .

As I age, I find staying on task and focus keeps me from forgetting a step. So this lent, I will try to be in the gift of the present and allow tommorow to take care of itself.



The Present

People line up their tasks.

Relying on memory to

Enjoy the multi-tasking each day.

Sadly, they think of yesterday’s work.

Even wondering what tommorow holds.

Not living in the moment,

Their time is running out.

Carol Farnsworth copyright 2/23/21