Today my heart is heavy and my cheeks are damp from tears rolling down from my eyes, because I lost a friend and good neighbor that I have had the pleasure of knowing for twenty-five years.
If you’ve followed this blog for any length of time, you have seen the name “Marge Aubin” peppered throughout my blog posts during the past 4 ½ years. Marge fought a tough battle with COPD; that long struggle has ended and she passed away peacefully early this morning.
Marge and my mom and I shared many special moments through the years – there were good times and bad. We supported one another’s families through losses, and there have been many. After I lost my mom in 2010, Marge told me I should consider her family as my family, and they have all treated me as such.
It was Marge who was at the hospital E.R. with me when I was told my mom would likely not survive the night … she gripped my hand very tightly and spoke to me in her cool, calm manner. She was with me as we went to make the final arrangements for my mom as well.
There were other loved ones I lost and Marge was there to console me, like after my beloved bird Sugar suddenly died the same year as my mom passed away. My heart was broken. Likewise when she took me to the vet to have Buddy euthanized, because I did not trust myself to drive there. All those were sad times for me, but there are a wealth of happy memories as well. Marge and I shared a love of nature and there were treks to Elizabeth Park and frequent trips to Bishop Park to watch the freighters go by and just talk.
Marge enjoyed going to the riverfront, and especially loved to watch the sun rise as she sipped coffee down at Bishop Park in Wyandotte. For many years, she headed out the door and down to the riverfront in the still of night. There she would sit, coffee cup in one hand, digital camera in the other, and she would capture images like this one above.
If not for Marge, I would never have started this blog. One day she forwarded a blog post written by a woman who described the beautiful fields of heather in Scotland. Then she asked me “why don’t you write a blog like this – talk about nature and what you see when you’re walking?”
And so this blog began on February 11, 2013.
I have twenty-two people who subscribe to this WordPress blog, and from this group, two people have regularly commented on my daily posts – Marge, and my fellow walking pal, Ann Marie Stevens.
Now I have lost that constant commentary from Marge on the finished blog posts, plus, I often solicited her opinion when I gave her a sneak preview of that day’s blog post photos which I’d upload to Shutterfly and send along to ask which was her favorite of the bunch.
Like me, Marge had a profound appreciation of nature, and loved the squirrels and birds in her backyard, and, she especially delighted in those hummingbirds that frequented the many hummer feeders around the outside of her home. Sadly, in the past few years, Marge was relegated to the inside looking out, so she was content to enjoy those hummingbirds at her front window where she could view them from her easy chair, or, on her back deck where she watched them from the kitchen while having breakfast. How often my heart ached for her, as she had been a very outgoing person until just a few years ago when COPD ravaged her lungs and left her on an oxygen machine 100% of the time. But, still she ventured out, when she was able, to take short trips to Bishop Park or Elizabeth Park. She vicariously enjoyed my recent posts to those venues, and told me she wished she had been there with me.
I found out about her passing from her son Jeff shortly before I left on my walk this morning. He was outside getting some fresh air, making and taking phone calls and gave me the sad news, and I told him I’d connect with him after I returned from my walk, and I did. I know on that walk that I absorbed nothing, but merely moved forward, taking steps like an automaton … one foot ahead of the other. I got those three loops walked and then headed back home, five miles done, but there was no joy in my journey. Were the birds even singing, the squirrels chattering or clambering down a tree to greet me? All I remember is seeing the asphalt perimeter path through eyes clouded by tears.
My initial numbness over learning of Marge’s passing has now been replaced with grief, as I realize that my sounding board, a woman with whom I shared confidences and dreams, not to mention gripes, is no longer there for me. I sound a little selfish in saying that I suppose. There will be no more passing cute animal stories or beautiful bird pictures along to her to make her smile and ooh and ahh over.
Sadly, Marge did not live long enough to see today’s sunrise from her hospital window, nor her beloved Bishop Park, as she passed away at 5:05 a.m. in Wyandotte Hospital, just a stone’s throw away from her favorite go-to spot. So, I will post this one last sunrise photo for her and hopefully she is looking down on me and saying “thanks for doing that for me Linda” … rest in peace my good friend Marjorie Jean Aubin.
“So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” ~ Robert Frost
Linda Schaub
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just beautiful! i love my auntie Margie!! my heart is broken
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Dear Karen – I am glad that you enjoyed my tribute to your aunt. Marge was very near and dear to me and my heart also is broken. There are many times during the day that I know I will want to say “I have to tell Marge this” or “I wonder if Marge saw this?” and I will very much miss her friendship and input to my blog posts and photos … we interacted constantly and her passing leaves a big void in my life. Thank you for responding … I hope you and your sister and mom are comforted by the warm words that everyone is writing about Marge. I have met your mom several times when she visited here with your dad and also after his passing. My condolences to your family.
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This was a beautiful tribute to my very best friend. I too will miss her dearly. But I will always remember every memory that we have shared throughout the years.
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Dear Glennaray – I was happy to have met you, once at Marge’s house, and then recently out on the sidewalk briefly after you returned from Oregon. I know Marge spoke so highly of you and missed your outings together after you moved out of state. She told me that she was glad she could keep in touch with you through Facebook, but it was not the same. Marge was very dear to me and I, too, will cherish the memories from the time we spent together, whether it was a little outing, on the phone or on social media.
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Miss linda………………………Oh I’m so very sorry about Marge passing away……your very good friend…………………….yes please talk to her because she can hear you and yes she’s seen your picture of the sunrise on your blog…………………………shes with you in spirit………………….she loves you like a mother…………………………………………….
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Ann Marie – I can honestly say that I was as grief stricken as if I had lost my own mother and the pain just seemed to intensify throughout Monday. It dredged up a lot of sad feelings about my mom’s death, which, although my mom had been in poor health, she did die suddenly and unexpectedly, just like happened to Marge. Marge was a pillar of strength and my mom and I knew her for twenty-five years and she was there for us both in good times and bad. I believe she is looking down on me as well … she often said my mom was looking down on me and nodding approval over something I’d done … I’d like to think that my mom and Marge are already visiting one another and catching up with news from the last seven years.
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This was very beautiful, thank you for writing this.
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You’re welcome Frank – you know how special your grandmother was to me and I think and hope I was able to convey it in this blog post. Take care and I am sorry for your loss.
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That was a sweet tribute, Linda. God bless Marge!
I can see how much you all miss her.
Peace, luvz and hugz from Uncle Tree to all who were close to her.
Keep on believing … /\ … in an all-inclusive Heaven.
“All for one and one for All.”
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Thank you Uncle Tree for your kind comments and blessings for my good friend. Marge was truly one in a million and so full of life and spirit, until COPD sucked all the energy from her the last few years. Just like with my mom, I felt a little helpless watching the sad decline. Since my mom died, I have no family, so Marge kind of adopted me into hers. She would have liked the imagery and words from your blog, especially the sun and nature pictures. I have more sunrise pictures she had sent me, so I’ll probably use one of them on the one-year anniversary of her passing.
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Oh no! I’m so sorry for your loss of such a lovely person as Marge! What a beautiful piece you wrote as a tribute to her. It’s a horrible disease, COPD. My next-door neighbour has it and I see her sinking fast. Her husband is so devoted… Sigh… We have to cherish every moment – life is so fragile!!!
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She was a wonderful person as you could tell. Thank you … it was very heartfelt. COPD is a brutal disease and Marge went downhill fast the last two years. She used to go to the river and had her portable oxygen tank with her, and one day she went down there and the machine quit working. She tried to replace the batteries but the batteries were no good. She had to call her son Jeff to get new batteries and rush down to the river, about five miles away. I don’t think she ever returned to the river after that day; the feeling of helplessness left her very scared.
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without pain we would not strive so hard to overcome. our height is measured directly by our depth.Marge is not truly gone until the last person who knew her passes themselves.
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That’s a beautiful way to look at it Wayne. She welcomed my mom and me into the folds of her family as we had no family anymore. I was just devastated by her sudden death – you may know someone is ill and may not last much longer, but she was supposed to come home from her one-week stay in the hospital the day before. I think it brought a lot of memories of my mom, who had many medical problems, but died suddenly (sepsis from a perforated bowel)., I thank God for my good health every day of my life.
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yes,health is the most important….both physically & emotionally!
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It sure is Wayne – and for years people only spoke of wanting to have good physical health, but with more and more suicides, not just celebrities, you know how important it is to be emotionally healthy as well.
We just had a 32-year-old woman here in the Detroit area commit suicide last week. She had three kids, and lived with her boyfriend and his grown son from a prior relationship. He had a gun, she took it and drove away … their home had a video camera for surveillance, and it showed her walking out the door, waving goodbye to the kids, and then shot herself with the boyfriend’s gun a few hours later. But she hid the car – the boyfriend was frantic until she was discovered some 36 hours later. As is the case with most suicides, their closest friends/families say they had no idea. I heard a statistic this morning on the news that more first responders die from their own hand than than on the job. That’s a scary thought. Have they found the bodies of the missing boaters yet?
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I always think that If the person felt more loved they wouldn’t go down that dark road.
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I agree with you – those feelings don’t just arrive overnight.
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Linda,
I read this post today. Each year, when you link your post to this post on August 14, Marge’s memory lives on. If I get to heaven someday, I hope to meet her there and tell her that Linda loves her a lot.
And another thing Linda, please do not think you have no family. I would be honored if you would be part of my family at least through the blog.
Susie
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Thank you for saying that Susie – sometimes it is easy to feel alone in this big wide world.
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I’m reading this post over a year after Marjorie passed away. Very touching words you’ve shared.
I’m positive she’s smiling and treasuring how you’ve continued on in her memory and that the critters count on you to bring them smiles each day. You’re a beautiful and caring person, Linda, Marjorie was lucky to have you in her life. xx
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Thanks for saying that Shelley – she was a special person who was a big part in the lives of my mom and me, and, though I knew she was sick, I was shocked that she left “just like that” … just like my mom. The first few days, since I communicated with her a lot via Facebook, especially when she only had her phone in the hospital, I really noticed the void in my life … and also the comments on my blog. There was only Marge and my friend Ann Marie, the other 18 or 20 people rarely if ever commented. Felt her loss in many many ways and still do. Thank you for your kind words.
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This was a beautiful and very touching post. I know that your friend is smiling down on you as she reads this. You have a brilliant talent that should never be questioned!
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Thank you very much Alyssa – it was heartfelt. She was very special.
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You are more than welcome!!!
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wow, Thanks for sharing this Linda – Not to self. don’t read stuff like this at work… everyone is asking me what is wrong now. very touching story. It’s really hard losing a friend that close. what you did for her what she did for you thats also apart of nature. natural emotions and helping each other out.
i didn’t know you had a bird? what type of bird? I had a Quaker parrot who spoke/mocked.
I can tell Marjorie was a big part of your life. Thank you Linda for opening up and sharing this raw emotion.
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Thanks Pril – I guess I should have told you it was kind of sad … I wanted to publish the post the same day she passed away. The day before I had done a post on Queen Anne’s Lace. There is a lot of it at Council Point Park. And I had been sending messages to Marge on Facebook the entire week she had been in the hospital. (She just went to the pulmonary specialist on Monday, August 7th to get a refill of her meds, and he put her in the hospital the same day – she was in Wyandotte Hospital from 6-8 times a year for a week at a time for breathing treatments). Anyway, I had told her that my great grandmother had made all lace doilies long before I was born and there are still two of them under lamps. I told her I was going to do a post about the comparison – she liked when I did posts about “the olden days” … so she was supposed to be home on Saturday, then the doc said Sunday – so when I posted something I always sent her the link on Facebook so she didn’t have to go to her e-mail. I kept waiting for her to respond … the longer it got into the night, the more worried I got. I looked to see if she was sitting on the back deck (her tube from her oxygen stretched all over the house and she could walk outside) but she was not there. So, I wish I’d done the post a day earlier and she’d have read it.
I had two canaries … one was “Sugar” a pure white canary and after he died suddenly of respiratory failure I got Buddy. I didn’t want to get another pet – my heart was broken over Sugar who died the same year as my mom, but it was right before Christmas and I work from home, so Marge insisted I get another bird. So she drove me to the pet shop so we could get him and she could keep the car warmed up. Both of them were treasured little pets – Buddy had a stroke in 2016 and I had to have him euthanized … I will send you that post I wrote but it was kind of sad too – since you’re an animal lover you might get misty. I will not have another pet in the house. Actually my mom and I had a parakeet, very loved little bird named Joey, and he got a tumor in his esophagus – died in my mom’s hands. We vowed “no more pets!” and in the Fall of 2006, Marge got Sugar, the white canary. She only had him a few weeks and went to visit her mom in Arizona and would be gone 3 weeks. She asked if I would go over after work every day and take care of him – we brought him home as it was October and it was too cold in the house and so he wouldn’t be left alone. He thrived here as my mom was home in the kitchen with him, he sang beautifully and when Marge came home and he went home with her, he moped around and was listless when she was there – she was still working at that time (hostess at The Boston Tea Room in Wyandotte). And she had friends and family and was never home – she gave him to us and we were ecstatic. Buddy was a joy too – a mop-top canary and looked like one of the Beatles with his cap of feathers. Still, no more pets – ever. Too sad when you lose them. https://lindaschaubblog.net/2016/12/04/forty-feathered-friends-at-the-footbridge/
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Linda, sharing this story of inspiration and encouragement!! Friends like Marge are truly special and you are very lucky to have known a person like her for that many years. It’s so hard to lose a close friend and you feel a gap in your heart. No words when heart is heavy, but it’s wonderful that you had a friend challenge you to start something new and to make her smile with it too.
This was beautifully written! hugs…
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Glad you liked it Esther. Thank you very much for saying that. And the hugs too.
Yes she was very special. Even though Marge was weak from the COPD and was hospitalized at least six times a year, for a week at a time, the last few years of her life, her death was totally unexpected. Her heart gave out. It was a surprise and it was difficult for me to remember she was no longer here as I was in contact with her so much via Facebook. She never used e-mail the last few years, just Facebook, so wrote back and forth there.
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Special people will always stay special in our hearts! Only a handful of people touch our hearts in significant ways. That’s a lot of hospitalizations for one person. Even though she was sick, passing away is a surprise. It’s so finite. ugh, tough life stuff.
I have been blessed to have a couple of friends like that. Those friends I met later in life. Funny how I don’t have any lasting friends from high school or college.
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Yes, she was very special to me and important as she was there for good times and bad and close to my mother as well. I am like you, I had friends in high school and lost track of them after high school – nowadays students will keep in touch by cellphone, texting and social media but we had none of that back then. The landline phone use was not the same. I did connect with some high school friends via Facebook as when you create an account, it asks for your hometown, and high school so it moved suggested friendsto me and I hooked up with them that way. I had good friends at community college … we worked on the student newspaper and spent time together away from school as we were all single and hung out as a group, but after I went on for my last two years of school, at university, it was not the same – no friends at all, in fact kind of a cold place – large lecture halls, etc.
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Even nowadays with all the social media connections, it’s hard to say if students feel a close connection with others. I remember landlines: I still have one! They are the best because cell phones get to hot on the ear.
It’s sad that you lose some friends when you move on. The good memories are hard to let go.
College is a tough place to get your education, find yourself, figure out what you want to do, and find a social niche. I can imagine how tough it must’ve been to transfer in the 3rd year. By that time, a lot of students have already formed their groups. There are cliques everywhere!
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I wouldn’t be without my landline either Esther, even when I retire … there will always be cliches and that is really sad because someone will always feel left out.
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Love my landline! It would be awesome if I had a coil handle or a rotary dial phone, but it’s a cordless one. Oh wait, I do have a push button phone that’s become a play phone until we need it. Kids pretend to call Target and Amazon and order all kinds of things from the warehouse. lol
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I will keep my landline too – if you have a power outage and cellphone towers are not operational, you could not make a phonecall. Good reason to keep it. We just got rid of the rotary dial when we got a phone line moved over near the table to make it easier for my mom to not have to get up from the table in a hurry to answer the phone.
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Good move so that your mom didn’t have to move far to get the phone. If the elderly lose balance that can cause a lot of health issues. Kids of this generation will think a rotary phone is antique. I should’ve kept my old one and I even had one with the ear piece. lol. I didn’t buy it…I think it was my parent’s castaway.
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Yes, I have read that the older we get, we must work on our balance, even doing exercises for it as it is the number one problem in the home for seniors (that and throw rugs which would be a problem for me … they are dangerous).
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Falling is a danger for any age. I wasn’t too petrified of falling until I fell on my back at a tidepool. It was our first vacation, and I wanted Ellis to see the ocean. I was holding her and my feet slipped on the rock. It was dreadfully scary.
In that moment, I thought to myself that this is a bad way to go. The ER doctor told me it was a hematoma. Falling can be deadly and happen in unexpected places. I told my family that I’m wearing a helmet to the tidepool next time. I was serious at the time…but not now.
Yes, please take care and watch your step! Throw out that throw rug or you can add non-slipping material under it.
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I got a throw rug in the basement after the plumber tore up the drain and I could not find tile to match, so I painted it close to the color and put a matching throw rug down. But because part was on tile and part on the painted cement, it moved – didn’t like it. My friend’s dog was excited to see a puppy her nephew was holding, and she was standing on the cement steps of the porch and the dog knocked her down, head hit the cement. She went to the E.R. and they said just a hematoma, said she could go home and the next day she got out of bed and fell onto the floor. They kept her in the hospital maybe 3-4 days monitoring her, then about four months later, she let her dog outside in the yard and collapsed in the snow. Luckily her brother was coming over to plow her driveway, called to let her know and got no answer, so he came over more quickly. He found her crumpled in the snow and the dog laying over her. She was just in a robe. She had surgery and was in the hospital, then a step-down facility (as she lives alone) and not home again for 8 or 9 weeks!
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Oh my gosh, your friend has suffered through many many falls. Falling is also aggravated by smooth surfaces and uneven walkways. I hope she uses some kind of cane or walker to prevent more falls. It is dangerous! She should get a Google home or Alexa to call her family or hospital id she falls again.
When I went to the E.R. with a goose egg on the side of my head, the nurse told me that people fall on those rocks often. That made me feel better. I had Chris drop me off at the front and told him to go back to the hotel. When I got into the ER, I burst out crying in fear Couldn’t show my kids how scared I was, but guess what…they were waving at me through the glass window. ugh…this memory is considered one of their worsts, next to the drive to Bear Creek.
Please take care and stay safe!!
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That was an ordeal even after the actual fall! Same with my friend Ilene – little did she know that the original fall would keep rearing its ugly head. She is lucky to have her brother, nieces and nephews that all live close by to help out but she got a beeper when she got home/out of the hospital. Were the kids scared? You take care too – little accidents can happen so easily.
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Thank goodness your friend got a beeper! But I feel for your friend that kept having more falls.
My grandma fell in her apartment and she spent the night in her fallen state until the next morning when her caretaker found her. That began her downfall with more falls and breaks. so sad. When she was alive, we didn’t know about beepers or have Google Home.
Glad your friend has family close by and a device to send for help.
My kids were shocked so much that they didn’t talk. Elliot cried after they picked me up from the ER and they talked about it constantly for months with each other. I get overly worried about them falling, and Elliot reminds me that I need to worry about myself. lol. I wrote about it on a post. http://singlikewildflowers.com/2018/05/23/who-knew-the-dangers-of-tide-pools/
Oh man, gotta stay vigilant to surroundings.
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Wow! I couldn’t comment as comments are closed, so I will comment here. That is an incredible story and yes, I can see just how those wet and mossy rocks would be slippery and down you’d go – in fact, you are lucky that Chris was with you as you could have lost consciousness and drowned. You should feel blessed.
I thought of our conversation because the news reported that Supreme Court Justice John Roberts was admitted overnight to a Washington Hospital on Father’s Day and it has just now come to light. He was walking and stumbled and fell. He was taken to the hospital and received sutures. They said he was dehydrated and this was the reason he fell. He has had seizures in the past. Wow to that too. I never carry water with me, but I always go out earlier in the day. It was very picturesque in the photo of you at Carmel Beach. I took a trip to California with a tour group back in 1980. We went down the coast and I think we passed Carmel Beach. I just Googled it – we did go to Monterey, California but we also went to the town of Carmel and visited the Hog’s Breath Inn which was owned by Clint Eastwood at the time. I can see why the kids were worried.
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Don’t let the pretty green moss deceive you. I could not believe it. That scary experience taught me realize how big nature is compared to one person. I’m not articulating it well but I think the pride that nature is controllable went out the window after that incident.
There was a lot of self blame for not seeing that kind of trouble.Thank goodness the head injury passed. The goose egg is for real. We were amazed when the goose egg popped up seconds after the fall. It reminded me of those cartoons. lol.
Yes, very thankful for Chris taking the kids up the hill back to the car and driving me to the ER. He must’ve freaked out too.
Thank you for sharing the story of John Roberts. I had no idea. Man, that sounds like a scary incident for him. Thank goodness he got medical care right away.
Thank you for liking the Carmel beach photo! That’s when I was much younger and had no fear of the ocean waves or rocks. You won’t find me doing that anymore.
Monterey is so pretty, so is Carmel! I’m glad you got to visit and enjoy the artsy vibe in Carmel. Did the tour group take you on the 17 mile drive?
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Nature can turn on you in a heartbeat and that is what is so scary with this volatile weather. The weather folks said sprinkles for Wednesday and Thursday – they were full-blown storms. They did get today right. Sometimes the online algorithms get it right more than the meteorologists do. I check the weather all the time and read the weather stories that are on there sometimes. Just read about a woman in her house and there was a lightning strike and she was holding onto something metal. She was being helped into the house after a hospital stay and was very shaky and they said she nearly died.
The goose egg – never have seen that except in cartoons as you say. 🙂 Yes it was scary hearing about John Roberts the next day after our comments.
It was a beautiful trip down the Coast and we did do the 17-mile drive and saw Seal Rock, the Lone Cyprus. I liked Monterey Bay and we also went to Sausalito as well (I don’t think that was part of the 17-Mile Drive, but it sure was pretty.) We did go to Carmel and I remember the artsy vibe there – very creative stuff, including the Hog’s Breath Inn. It was 1980 so 40 years ago but it seems to me the tables were made of petrified wood or there was something unusual about the seating at the Hog’s Breath In. I really enjoyed the tour. Since I always traveled alone, it was best to take a tour to see more. We started in Burlingame and did San Francisco and surroundings for three days and then the Coastline and spent a few days in L.A. at the end. And a one-day excursion to Tijuana too.
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OMG, can you imagine the lingering fear that woman will have of lightning? Some things you think will never happen and that it only happens in movies, but real life events can be more dramatic and twisted.
I thought goose eggs were just drawing depictions of what happens after you hit your head. It’s truly a big mulp that forms immediately after the fall. As I got up and held up my head, I was amazed that this thing grew on my head. Even Chris couldn’t believe it. The hospital people didn’t even bat an eye.
I’m glad you experienced the 17 mile drive and Carmel. The Lone Cypress is famous, and I have a few pictures of it from different outings. Again, isn’t nature amazing! It’s one famous tree.
You really went through the whole state…bunch of different sites and experiences.
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California sure was beautiful – we had beautiful weather the entire time and it was 10 days in early October.
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It’s a great place to visit, especially in the fall. It’s mild and not too blazing hot. Wish the days were longer…with daylight savings time, it’s dark by 5 p.m.
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Yes, that is not a good feature – one day maybe they’ll leave it alone all year around.
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I hope so. I know Hawaii doesn’t do it. There’s talk about changing the law every year, but nothing really happens. Oh well…maybe when you least expect it!
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Yes, same here – they poll people, nothing happens though.
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Talk around it gets active the month before daylight savings ends, but once the time changes, then people move on. hahaha. There’s bigger fish to fry!
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Same here Esther … big talk, but they don’t do anything about it. It messes me up when they change it for what my departure time is in the morning.when I am going to go out in the morning
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That extra hour of sleep is nice for the first 2 days. That’s it, and you forget the extra hour.
I heard it makes a big difference in people’s physical and emotional response to this time change. Still can’t get used to it; it’s only months away.
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Well it is a pain because of the dark/light factor and walking. They say that the day after we lose an hour of sleep there are more traffic accidents and also more heart attacks. That surprises me … now people travel all the time and have to deal with a time change when crossing time zones – that I could see more than the one hour, but I’m no expert.
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I read the same things too. There are more incidents of heart attacks and traffic accidents after Daylight Savings ends. But you have a point: people travel across time zones and deal with jet lag. That’s probably more drastic than the change in 1 hour. huh, interesting point.
I’m not an early bird, so the winter months are hard for me. lol. This should motivate me to switch internal clock twice a year to be happier!
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Ha ha – I try to get up at 5:00 a.m. but it is sure not as easy as it used to be, even when I’m getting up earlier to go for a walk, something pleasurable. I don’t start work until 11:00 a.m.
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Waking up early is hard. I don’t understand how some people wake up happy. And give them some coffee, and they’ll get perkier. For a non-morning person, that’s just torture.
It is a big gap of time from your morning walk to your work time. If I were you, I would take a nap after the walk.
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When I worked onsite, and especially when I had the garden in the back (my pride and joy til the neighbor got rats and I lost all the flowers in the first Polar Vortex in the Winter of 2013-2014), I got up at 3:30 a.m. and hand watered everything, got ready for work and was on the bus by 7:10 a.m. I always left a bus or two ahead of time as our bus crossed over a bridge where freighters passed under and they’d raise the bridge. Sometimes they’d raise the bridge 20 minutes ahead of time, or sometimes two freighters came by in a row. So I had to take an earlier bus for that reason. In the Winter, I would shovel all the snow before I went to work, so I was used to getting up really early. Now it is getting more difficult to do so … I used to go to bed earlier before blogging took off. I am forcing myself to go to bed earlier though – better for your health.
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What a warm and moving tribute to your dear friend — it brought tears to my eyes. I’m so sorry for your loss, Linda. I hope your memories of the good times have brought you some comfort over the years. And I’m so happy she suggested you start this wonderful blog. You were truly blessed to have such a good friend. ❤️
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Thank you Barbara – I have passed it along to a few bloggers who also knew or lost a person who inspired them to start a blog through the years. I did a follow-up post on the one-year anniversary but did not do one for 2019 or this year. Maybe for the five-year anniversary. She was there for my mom and me as we were for her. I will always be grateful to her for suggesting I start the blog even though I was reluctant to do so. I’m glad she persisted with that notion. 🙂
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🙏 Thinking of you and your friend this morning…
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She was very special Barbara and one day I aim to go down to the River to enjoy and photograph the sunrise from that vantage point, but I try not to be out and about in the dark anymore.
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I read your tribute blog. That was a sweet tribute. God bless Marge . Ican see how much all are her . Very nice you sharing your friendship memories. So truly words wrote in blog. I can read & emotional. Very sad but it post is advisable for how mentioned relationship. I like.
Thanks!
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Thank you for reading the original tribute post rajkkhoja. Marge was very special to me and she was close with my mom as well as me. I miss her very much and, even though I knew she had some heart issues and had been on a full-size oxygen tank for a few years, she often had week-long stays in the hospital for her breathing issues, so it was a shock that she passed away so suddenly the morning she was to return home. I am sorry it made you sad. I was emotional while writing it the day she passed away, so I did convey that and even reading it over to include it in this year’s post, I felt sad reading it again.
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Really sorry, i remembrance that you tribute Marge… Then you again emotional. But i emotional while reading she had breathing issues, and suddenly pass away your close friend. I feel sad. God blessed!
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Yes, rajkkhoja – it was sad to me that Marge passed away so suddenly – no chance for a proper goodbye. It was the same with my mom who also had medical problems, but passed away very suddenly. Marge was there for me after my mom passed away. I felt very blessed to have Marge in my life.
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