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Sunday, January 25, 2015

If You Are Wondering

If you have wondered where my posts are it can be summed up in two words, Mom's health.  Mom's edema became so bad that her leg split open in multiple places. She was transported to the hospital in Denton.  She was there from Jan. 16 - 22.  On the evening of the 22 she was transferred to Hollymead skilled nursing.  I am here watching her sleep today, Jan. 25. In addition to the loss of eyesight in one eye, a fractured wrist and the wounds on her leg, Mom has now been diagnosed with delirium.  This is a result of the multiple traumas she suffered in rapid succession. 

Before we left the hospital Mom was being able to feed herself.  Friday morning she was sitting up  and eating.  She has become progressively agitated over the last two days, talking constantly in non sense babble.  She is no longer wanting to sit up and eat.  We or the staff are having to feed her.  I t is being a challenge to keep her hydrated.  Not sure where this is all going as her vitals are all still good.

This is where I am for at least another 6 or 7 days.  If you were wondering.

Friday, January 16, 2015


This week's prompt from Ginny over at The Spin Cycle is 'lost'.  With the move and downsize of the last year  more than a few things are lost.  A box of Christmas decorations with an antique creche from Husband's Mom is one thing I still have not located.  Or maybe it is in one of the two boxes I did not use at all this year.  I am still not sure where a couple of the decorative sleighs are.  Well, for that matter, there is an engraved plate used for printing the cover of a cookbook made in 1972.  I have not found that since the 1992 move.

There are always little items I cannot find.  Again, since the move, I never know for sure if it is an item we donated or sold or if it is lost.  That particular quandary makes me feel I have lost my mind.  The mislaid keys in December did show up the next day.  That was too late to help as I had to spend the night in a hotel since Husband would not answer the door.  He sleeps very soundly.

The thing that is the most painful today is my Mom's mental stability.  The back to back major medical problems have taken a huge toll on her mind.  She stays confused and frustrated.  Mom has never had a very positive way to deal with frustration and disappointments.  Her 'go to' reaction is angry actions and words.  It is not the most fun to reach a point in life where one is praying for a person to be allow to pass away peacefully.  Mom really hates having lost her independence.  It will be a tough day when I reach that phase.

The thing the keeps me going is one thing I have not lost, a sense of humor.  Pretty much anything can be handled if a person can laugh about the situation.  I mean, not being able to get my husband to wake up really is funny when one thinks about it.  Even my 96 year old Mom cursing like a sailor is pretty amusing.  And as for the lost items?  Well they are just stuff anyway, no need to lose a nights sleep over one of them.

So have you lost something?  Think it up, write your spin on it and join us folks over at The Spin Cycle.


Carpe Diem Time Machine #2 

Crocus. This prompt to "play with again" will inspire you for sure and here are my haiku which I published in that episode back in January 2013:

fragile crocus
blooming in the ice wind
how strong will it be?

snow falls gently
covers fragile crocuses
purple disappears

early Spring feeling
a snowman melts in the sun
reveals crocuses

© Chèvrefeuille

How strong will they be those little crocuses?

snow has gone
colorful crocuses blooming
longing for Spring

© Chèvrefeuille

summer's heat
one longs for ....
crocus' spring

©  Janice Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


hazy mist

The goal is to write an all new classical haiku (following the rules of the classics, you can find those rules in Carpe Diem Lecture 1 in the menu) inspired on the one given.

kaerimireba yuki-aishi hito kasumi keri

Credits: Morning Haze
when I looked back,
the man who passed
was lost in the mist

© Masaoka Shiki

familiar bird
she searches in vain for name
in mind's hazy mist

©  Janice Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Little New Year

Koshogatsu - A Time of Celebration

New Year is the largest, and perhaps the oldest celebration in Japan. Having both religious and secular associations, it is much like Christmas in Canada.  In A.D. 604, the lunar calendar used in China was adopted for use by the Japanese government. This calendar had both a lunar component which regulated civic events and a solar component which was used for agricultural purposes.  The new moon marked the beginning of the official months but date discrepancies existed between official celebrations and folk celebrations. Using the lunar calendar the New Year was to begin at the second new moon after the winter solstice.  This was the "Great New Year" or shogatsu. At the full moon two weeks later, there was another celebration called "Little New Year" or koshogatsu. Traditionally, these dates would occur sometime from the end of January to the middle of February. However, when the government adopted the Gregorian calendar, shogatsu became associated with the first day of January and koshogatsu fell on the 15th of January.

lunar calendars
usurped by politicians
daylight savings time

©  Janice Adcock

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


a misty night -
moon's shrouded light
tires' wet pavement hiss

a misty night
geisha wears weeping willow
spongy path beneath

moon's shrouded light
leaves only fireflies glow in
the darkness

tires' wet pavement hiss
announce the cab's approach
doorman tips his hat

©  Janice Adcock
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on 


Tuesday, January 13, 2015


This is what an amateur writes: 
flapping flags
are snapping songs 
decreeing dedication

perpetuating prayers
with glistening gongs
monk's muted meditations

©  Janice Adcock

This is how the masters do it:

he ambles along
with his man-servant:
cherry-blossom viewing

© Kigin

the Stony River rippling,
the lightning

© Issa

osoki hi no tsumorite toki mukashi kana *)

slow days passing, accumulating,
how distant they are,
the things of the past!

© Buson

*) Buson uses the k sound to portray the bitterness of the passing of time

Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on