I’ve had good teachers, but never a great teacher. A good teacher has a good attitude towards their students. A great teacher can adjust their attitude to each student’s individual needs. Granted, this is not easy to do. A good teacher has bad days and good days. A great teacher has the ability to leave the bad stuff out of the classroom always. Great teachers never share their opinions on the subject. Great teachers never bring religion into a topic unless they are teaching religion specifically. Great teachers never share their political opinions, even when teaching politics. Great teachers allow and even encourage their students to think for themselves.
It happened when I was just 4 years old. You see, when I was born, you couldn’t see my right eye most of the time, because it was turned in.The specialist told my parents that I would need glasses, which were strapped to my little head at the tender age of 14 months, and then he added a patch to the left side of my glasses ,to force the right eye into place as much as possible. By the time I got to 4 years old, it became apparent that I would need surgery on my right eye to remove a small portion of the muscle on the outer eye as it was too long. The surgery was performed, and the healing began . Again, using a patch on the left side of my glasses to force the right eye into place. When I got older, exercises were added to help me be able to use both eyes simultaneously. I’ve worn glasses for my entire life with the exception of the first 14 months and for approximately a year and a half when I wore hard, gas permeable contact lenses around the age of 16. Unfortunately, they were really uncomfortable, so they didn’t last too long. I might be vain, but comfort always wins out in the long run.
I’ve had other surgeries, but that was my first, and other than the last, which was life-saving emergency surgery to remove a tumor in my heart, the most important.
Check my email accounts ,news clips on YouTube, play the daily challenge on my favorite Pogo game, and then read the blog posts from accounts that I follow on WordPress and check yesterday’s stats.
Cuddle with Graham
Around 8am- say good morning to the hubby and ask for a glass of water, then wait until he’s had both his first cigarette and first coffee before I request breakfast
9am to 930am or possibly 10am receive then eat breakfast
1030am more snuggle time with Graham followed by second visit to the toilet
11am to noon- WordPress compose response to blog prompt and publish same
Then I’m done for the day, and I go back to youtu.be and find some cute videos and send them to my mom for discussion later, during our daily phone call around 4pm.
Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?
So now I’m supposed to be more sustainable? Isn’t it enough that I’m a wheelchair user with literally no teeth and partially paralyzed down my left side? I mean, really . We recycle everything we should. And that is enough as far as I’m concerned. I’m not about to wash with rain water or use my poop for fertilizer. To heck with that!
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
It’s definitely the most unorthodox choice for a woman of German heritage, born in western Canada to have for breakfast. Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while will know that I’ve been on a soft food diet for over a month due to having my lower teeth extracted. Because of this, I’ve become a connoisseur of soups, and I have discovered a local kitchen that makes the best mulligatawny soup I’ve ever enjoyed. Made with large chunks of soft chicken ,red pepper bits, coconut rice, and a mild enough curry that’s easy on my empty morning tummy, this soup has become the thing that I look forward to every morning. Not to mention, it’s keeping me regular.
We’ve been buying it by the liter for 17 Canadian dollars, and it lasts me almost a week .
I can smell the delectable scent just looking at the picture
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
Unfortunately, I have been forced into wearing the same outfit every day due to paralysis. The outfit I wear is by no means what anyone would call cute. And, before you wonder if a photo is forthcoming, I would never pose for a picture in this, for it’s too humiliating to even think about.
I spend the vast majority of my time in my lift chair or on the toilet ,so I dress accordingly. I wear a T-shirt and a… diaper!
On the rare occasions that I do go outside, I’m able to add wide leg pants with an elastic waist and a jacket or a hoodie, and my shoes that fit my AFO, or ankle foot orthotic brace.
In the summer, when it’s hot outside is when I get fashionable, and I have several dresses from Michael Kors to wear when going out that make me incredibly happy.
For someone who wanted to be a model for most of her pre-stroke life, my daily outfit makes me so very sad about the loss of identity.
Spirituality is one of those words that I don’t buy into. It’s just like religion, god, and magic. I am an adult who understands that miracles are nothing more than coincidence . I don’t require that sort of comfort. What I require is truth, logic, and proof. Those are the things that comfort me.
I don’t waste time on the things I can not know. I prefer to use the time I have left for things that I enjoy and things that I must do. My time is precious to me, so I’m not going to waste more of it on this nonsense prompt.
My whole life is self care because it has to be. I can’t really do much in my life on my own, but the little I can do needs to feed my mind, my creativity, or my dignity .
Writing feeds my creativity. Reading feeds my mind. Fashion, skincare, and makeup feed my dignity.
Going to the occasional ballet or comedy show, or drag show,or concert feeds my need for inclusion and culture
Going for a roll to the beach where the dogs are walking feeds my need for cuteness and vitamin D, as does living with 2 cats .
Daily phone calls with my mother feed my sanity.
My whole life is self care. If it wasn’t I’m not sure I could choose life every day.
My 81 year old mother is a very good German cook, though she would beg to differ. She comes by it honestly as her father was a chef to a German count. My favorite dish that she makes is spaetzle and specifically the Schwabian kind, lovely, dense egg noodles made from scratch and covered in pork, and mushroom gravy was a winter staple for me and still is.
She used to make it without the aid of a spaetzle press by cutting the very dense dough against a cutting board, creating each noodle one by one, a tiring process to say the least. But it was the only way to make them until the press was invented.
The modern way of spaetzle making
The press cut down, not only the time it took to make spaetzle, but the effort involved in the process. The reason I mention this is because, if it weren’t for the press, I wouldn’t have been able to eat spaetzle at all for the past 20 years or so. Also, my husband wouldn’t be able to make spaetzle today .
My husband fell in love with my mom’s spaetzle the first time I took him to dinner at my parents’ place . Being British, he’d never eaten spaetzle before, and it quickly became his favorite meal. So much so that asked my mother to teach him how to make it. Now that’s the mark of a man to marry.
I was never interested in cooking, I don’t have the patience for it, but that’s me. I am a lover of good food and really appreciate anyone who can make it. The fact that my husband wants to make my favorite winter meal was a huge part of why I married him.
