tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post1548517013936940407..comments2023-10-15T01:36:22.504-07:00Comments on Reflections on the Pond: SandwichedJerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13063270175679985513noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-51453786973208246832008-12-17T15:15:00.000-08:002008-12-17T15:15:00.000-08:00GREAT post!GREAT post!Ask Me Anythinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08259088164899344367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-46084873329398149522008-12-17T09:21:00.000-08:002008-12-17T09:21:00.000-08:00Anyone else thinking this?"Gee, um, Evan, before I...Anyone else thinking this?<BR/><BR/>"Gee, um, Evan, before I write that tuition check for you, would you mind lifting this thing for me? Yeah, right over there would be fine. Thanks, hun."<BR/><BR/>"Oh Mom, Dad, while you're out getting sammies for everyone including the dog, I'll take a turkey and swiss on sourdough, lightly toasted, hold the mayo...and a large bottle of chardonnay. Yeah, you can put that right next to the tree for me."<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I think if we're not doing for others, we don't even know who to be anymore. That's got to change.<BR/><BR/>Sending virtual mistletoe and a jug 'o rummy nog to go with that misery sandwich.Go Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17231542783246552456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-78638364151544251732008-12-17T04:19:00.000-08:002008-12-17T04:19:00.000-08:00Your post about being sandwiched hit me so hard. Y...Your post about being sandwiched hit me so hard. You really captured what it feels like. I've been in that place for 40 years and once again I face the Christmas season, so much wanting to "feel the spirit" but having no energy left to do it. My Mom died on her birthday - 12/19 so we have that anniversary and what energy I have will go to shoring up my Dad so he can cope over this time...he is now 97! My children and grandchildren would surely like me to be able to produce a grand replication of what was, but I just cannot when my partner and others are in need of their own support. These days it is practically a full time job keeping my body somewhat fit to be able to keep up with all those around me in need, and the question of how to keep enough fuel in the emotional bank is rarely answered. It is day to day, looking for the minutest bright spots to keep me going. It sure helps a lot that I work with many energized young people who make me laugh everyday, and make me keep going. There will be little homemade treats for my loved ones and that is it. I will gift them by doing for them throughout the year. Thank you for giving voice to how I feel.<BR/>MarciaMsGrayseahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09904170938207154612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-45581852137709144972008-12-15T22:43:00.000-08:002008-12-15T22:43:00.000-08:00You can't wait for a miracle, you've got to BE the...You can't wait for a miracle, you've got to BE the miracle. --<BR/><BR/>love that.<BR/><BR/>:)Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04680903854519503303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-7917952639445158702008-12-14T22:33:00.000-08:002008-12-14T22:33:00.000-08:00um... WHY do you put up a tree every year if you "...um... WHY do you put up a tree every year if you "purely hate it" ??? Who are you trying to please by plunging yourself "back in that darkness and fear"? Put a wreath on the door, or string some lights on the porch- festive without the grief. Sorry, I don't get it- stop with the tree if it makes you miserable!! Not obligatory.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-89045161076918803072008-12-14T15:11:00.000-08:002008-12-14T15:11:00.000-08:00As long as you're editing Katie's paper, would you...As long as you're editing Katie's paper, would you mind editing my comments for spelling errors? <BR/><BR/>Thanks. No hurry. Just when you get a minute.Michelle O'Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03221354521123541601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-4089803027929564752008-12-14T15:10:00.000-08:002008-12-14T15:10:00.000-08:00That does it. I'm ordering the biggest most fattes...That does it. I'm ordering the biggest most fattest sanwich and eating it in your honor. <BR/><BR/>Love.Michelle O'Neilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03221354521123541601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-83461631013445691032008-12-14T14:54:00.000-08:002008-12-14T14:54:00.000-08:00Wow, your post has just wrung my heart out like a ...Wow, your post has just wrung my heart out like a damp dishtowel. I'm looking thru my memories to find the one that has put the damper on my birthday today. Oh, yeah, perhaps it was my Mom dying the day after our mutual birthday thirteen years ago. Thanks for inspiring me to investigate my gray mood. I can take a moment now, to feel the sadness and move on. Perhaps I'll move on to a sandwich.luckyzmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04176703683321469118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-90173704866241547562008-12-14T14:31:00.000-08:002008-12-14T14:31:00.000-08:00Love how you're eating sandwiches as you feel the ...Love how you're eating sandwiches as you feel the "joys" of being sandwiched. Also love the part of the ghosts of the ornaments overwhelming your sweet dad.<BR/><BR/>love.Carrie Wilson Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-33270015233198716032008-12-14T11:17:00.000-08:002008-12-14T11:17:00.000-08:00Sending you love.Sending you love.Deb Shuckahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439395710731341021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33237885.post-49776506429905086872008-12-14T07:31:00.000-08:002008-12-14T07:31:00.000-08:00Don't know what to say, sis. Sorry you're hurting,...Don't know what to say, sis. <BR/><BR/>Sorry you're hurting, and wish I had a way to make it better. <BR/><BR/>Good news: in just more than a week, the days will begin to lenthen.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com