Somewhere between Here and There!

The rolling hills of … ???

Ahhh! Are they buffalo grazing?

This city was pretty to see lit up at night!

This was a long, beautiful river to see on our travels. There was a classic tale of a boy who rowed down the famous …….! Do you think you know the name?

We will pass through 3 different time zones to reach our destination. So right now I have no clue of the time.

Perhaps those clues helped or they could have made you even more confused as to where we are going. Either way I hope you at least enjoyed the pictures. 🙂

Waffles of Love

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Another morning had dawned, breakfast time had come and gone with out many words being said. He had cleaned his plate, but she still found it hard at times to finish hers.

A small tear slid down her cheek as she looked down at the waffles swimming in the syrup. Memories ran through her mind of mornings in the past.

Early morning hours of being awake with the babies, and how she would be exhausted when the alarm for Clyde would go off. He would quietly get ready for work and give her a gentle, goodbye  kiss on her forehead, as he left for work.

When she awoke and stumbled into the kitchen her tea kettle would have hot water in it and there would be a a note from John, with words of love on it, lying on the kitchen table.

Some days the babies would keep her so busy that all she could make for supper was some blueberry waffles. She would apologize to John, but he never seemed to mind and blueberry waffles became a staple in their home.

As the children grew, they fell in love with blueberry waffles and they loved helping Daddy make them to surprise Mommy in bed with them, on Saturdays.

When the children got busy with after school activities and jobs, blueberry waffles once again would make a quick and yummy supper.

The children grew and moved out and eventually the morning alarm didn’t need to be set. Routines changed, but Blueberry waffles still remained a favorite meal and many mornings Clyde would still surprise Lizzy in bed with them.

Lizzy paused at the sink as she remembered the last time he had brought them to her in bed. He had forgotten the syrup and the 2nd waffle wasn’t quite done, she didn’t say anything but her fears were being confirmed, Clyde’s memory was quickly fading away.

The changes had been subtle before, but had become more pronounced as the days went by and then seemed to go downhill fast. The Dr. had confirmed it, Alzheimer’s had taken a hold.

Lots of things he had forgotten, memories stolen from him. But there were some things that still remained. One of them was his love for blueberry waffles. He could get agitated at times, but when Lizzie would serve up blueberry waffles, it would bring a smile to his face and calm him down.

He often would thank her, even if he didn’t know her name, he would tell the children how nice the pretty lady was that served him waffles.

Lizzie choked on a sob as she remembered how sweet her name used to sound on his lips.

Her heart burst for she still loved him so much no matter what, her memories were still intact and she knew the man that others could no longer see.

“Hey pretty lady, hey lady!” She heard his voice from the other room.

“Yes dear, what do you want?” Lizzie asked.

“Is it breakfast time yet? Could I have some waffles?”

Lizzie walked over to him and sat down on the couch with him. She gently took his hand in hers and told him how he already ate breakfast, but that they could go on a stroll.

They walked out the door, and he turned to her and said, ” When we come back we will have breakfast with blueberry waffles, right?”

She smiled and said, “Yes, blueberry waffles sounds like a great idea.” and his face beamed. He squeezed her hand as he looked in her eyes. For a moment Lizzie thought she saw a speck of recognition in his eyes as he held her gaze. She squeezed his hand back and his eyes smiled. He leaned over, kissing her forehead and for a moment she laid her head on his shoulder as they stood there lost in time.

 

Tuesday’s Thoughts!

Time is ticking away and the sound of a train coming down the tracks is getting closer! Want to let all of you know that if I disappear off the radar in the near future, have no fear, the Wicked Witch or the Queen of Hearts did not find me. If confused, you can see yesterday’s post, How Should it End? Nope, all is well,  I will be enjoying riding the rails to … hmmm…. maybe I found a ticket to Wonderland! 🙂  Have any of you taken a trip on a train before?  This will be a first for us!  While your wheels are turning at wondering where my family and I may be off too, enjoy the quotes for today, they won’t leave you in suspense! 🙂 Have a wonderful day!

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How Should it End?

I am going to take you on a little trip into my head today. Yes, I know, it could be a little scary, but you all are brave, right?

I want to explain to you the dream I had last night, as its still vivid in my head this morning. Its just one of the very many dreams that I have each night. My brain is busy at night!

To start with I made the Wicked Witch of the West in the Wizard of Oz angry for my house landed on her sister. My house didn’t just land on her it totally fell apart after killing her, but my dear friends put it back together again. Sadly I couldn’t live in it because the Wicked Witch was on the hunt for me, so I ran. While running I encountered the guards from Alice in Wonderland who attacked me for no reason. 7e01ede9f84a410bd9da3a66bca67254

But i grabbed a wooden stake, stabbing them, causing them to fall to the ground with a thud.

Now I have the Queen of Hearts mad at me as well, as she shouts, “Off with her head!”

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I went into hiding in a field, and then my dream ended, leaving me stuck in the field.

I can’t stay stuck in the field can I?  How do you think my dream should end? There obviously is no wrong answer, its your call! I only have one request, I would prefer to keep my head! 🙂