2014 – was a mix of everything that makes up this thing we call “LIFE”.
In some respects it has been a blur of activity; in others it seemed certain days/weeks dragged on forever.
Close kin had struggles during a good portion of the year; but later made great progress in things they had hope to accomplish.
If I am vague, forgive me. I want to share emotions, without revealing names of persons involved; since they prefer not to participate with Facebook, or other ‘social media’ — that is their choice, and I respect it.
[Now where was I going with this…?]
Oh, yes, a recap.
The early part of the year (January-March) was highlighted by me getting snowed in while I was staying with my mother, in Calcis…It took several days for the roads to clear; and I was very, very glad to get home to the farm, in Weaver.
Spring, Summer and Fall was spent doing ‘typical’ things — but with the condition that I would make frequent trips, staying several days with my mom; who was needing my help.
The best news I do have to share is that she has a new doctor; he has her on the road to feeling much better — she has lost 51 pounds since January; and hopes to lose even more weight in the coming months.
My brother, Mom and I are to a more ‘family’ place when we share time together in Calcis. Mom now has internet service, my brothers comes out to watch the evening news and “Wheel of Fortune” with mom.
He seems to be delighted when I come for a few days — I cook baked chicken and pork chops; he picks out a movie on NetFlix — and Mom gets comrftable in her recliner; and in about 10 minutes she’s snoozing while my brother and I are giggling at an animated film — or critiquing a new action flick…my brother behaves like he did when he and I were kids. When he is trully seems comfortable, he is stretched out on the floor in front of the television.
Mentioning the televions leads me to the other progress for the year. Which was prompted by nothing anything Mom or I did.
A local television station discontinued the local service/broadcast from the tower on Mount Cheaha — this left Mom with NO access to news, TV programs, or daily (weekngiht) dose of “Wheel of Fortune”.
“What am I going to do without my evening news?” – Was our prompt for action, Dave did research on Smart TVs. Mom found information about AT&T DSL internet service and made an appointment for the installer to bring the Modem/Router in.
Dave in the mean while, was also researching various external digital antennas — then one trip he consulted with my brother about some pipe from a previous antenna — they measured it, and it was plenty long enough for the new set-up.
Me? I helped Dave find the TV at WalMart, and set the antenna properly, as well as program the device…with a bit of fine-tuning, and re-scanning the channels available (lost count on this step, probably around a hundred plus, times).
And that was only half of the “technology upgrade” — My cousins had upgraded their iPad; and said Mom could use their older unit.
That’s been a huge step in communcations, and giving Mom and outlet for entertainment besides the television. She now is on her computer (iPad) sometimes for hours playing gmaes, checking emails, reading weather forcast and/or news — and she is delighted with how well, seamlessly the internet, TV and computer work together.
As for things around the farm, in Weaver — the spring and summer saw one of our ‘barn cats’ bring up 5 kittens; 1 black, two with orange-stripes, and two with grey-stripes.
The mother was/is a mulit-colored, long-hair, who we call “Cobweb” — actually this is Cobweb II — she is fiercely independent, and took the role of ‘queen cat’ away from “Bo”, a younger, adult female. Bo was mborn and raised here on the farm. Cobweb and Bo continue to argue as to is trully ‘queen cat'; but Bo has a better claim since she stays here year around…
Months slowly went by, the kittens sparred, and wriggled their way into our hearts. Then, the momma cat decided they should find homes somewhere nearby; but away from us.
After about 6-8 weeks of not seeing the kitten, one of the gray ones returned. He has two names (sometimes he answers to them) the first is more of a physical description “Spot”, and the second is for his personality, “Killer”. He is about half grown now, Maine-coon cat, with grey, and white broken stripes; resembling more a leopard, than a gray-stripped cat.
He is fearless!
He greets us everytime we come home while I unlocked the front gate; then dodges into the hedges and we try to park the truck.
The other 2 cats are jealous of him. Bo won’t have anything to do with him; “Sammi” the youngest female, is learning to play — she never really knew what playing was, until “Spot” started picking mock battles with her.
“Cobweb” has gone back to her routine, passing through our farm on her way to her other’ stops’ in the neighborhood. Guess we won’t see much of her, until spring rolls around again.
So, there are 3 barn cats waiting for us in the morning, and in the evening at their regular feeding times. Plus, Spot loves to sneak-attack, mock fight us — or anything else that moves, it seems like.
Pets inspire a lot of emotion(s) in people, this is their gift — unconditional love (or in the case of cats…endless demands for attention[‘grin’]).
Stress, stress relief with the aid of felines, bonding with family over food and movie night; these cover a lot of ground in the range which human emotions cover. But one more remains.
Another facet of life, is loss of friends or loved ones.
Everyone has lost someone, or several people during the past 12 months to death. Each loss still leaves pain, as it did the moment you heard about their death.
If it was a family members; the emotions run much deeper; and yet…there are certain friends who you may have known for several years or decades, that hold a ‘special spot’ in your heart and memory. Two such friends and talented musicians recently died — Larry “Jojo” Rickles, and Frank C. Lister.
I have much more I wish to say about each of the gentlemen; and that they were, gentlemen.
Yes, 2014 is just about gone.
And yet, things that have happened have not stopped affecting what will happen in 2015, and beyond.
I will sign off for the moment with this thought for the “New Year’s Eve” — “may the coming day be the best that it can be for you, even it does not turn out quite the way you expect to. -PEACE”
— Cathy Ann Abernathy