I’ve decided that Saturdays are going to be days that I take care of myself. No matter what!! I’m a caregiver 6 days a week – giving care to everyone else (clients and family), so Saturdays are going to be my day to take care of myself. Yes, I only work 4 days a week, but those four days are hard days and when I get home I still have care giving to do.
I feel that I was starting to get caregiver burnout. Sick to my stomach, starting to not care about myself or my feelings, not wanting to get out of bed in the morning. Despite all this, I was trying to pretend everything was ok. My boyfriend and son knew something was wrong…my son was trying to help me feel better, but nothing was really helping. I finally crashed! Something had to change, so….I decided to have a carefree Saturday. It took a couple of days to get here, but I think I’m doing the right thing.
Every Saturday is going to be Carefree Saturday! I don’t really know how my boyfriend feels about it, but if he’s allowed to go hunting once a week then I’m allowed to have carefree Saturdays. He says whatever I need to do. I thought that I was going to have to put my two weeks in, but I feel better since I made this decision.
On Saturdays, I will not do laundry, no dishes, no cleaning – it’s going to be my day to do what I need to do so I can manage throughout the rest of the week. I know it sounds harsh, but it’s what I need to do – especially if I am to continue working as a caregiver.
It might be that I work on my gardens, or paint the rafters of my deck (we have carpenter bees), or I go to the library, window shopping with my son, or go hiking. Whatever I need to do to take care of myself. And I’m going to blog about it – Carefree Saturdays (#) is going to be the name of the post – today’s is Carefree Saturdays 1.
May 11, 2019
It’s been almost a year since I’ve been up here – even though it’s only a few miles from my house. It’s so peaceful and quiet…I was hoping to see some wildlife, but no such luck! It was actually my sons idea to go hiking – or go window shopping. I chose hiking, going window shopping didn’t sound like too much fun.
Researching “fungus growing on trees” on the internet says that not all fungus is harmful for trees, in fact, some are beneficial. I’ll do a post on actual fungus/fungi later, but this post is about hiking!
There is actually a blue bird resting on a big rock in the path, near the top of the photo. If I had had my telephoto lens with me it would’ve shown up better. I used to carry at least two cameras with me all the time. Well, I did have two – but one was my cell phone camera. It doesn’t always focus the way I want it to.
My boyfriend was out turkey hunting and had his camera with him.
Mountain laurel and two other plants growing on a moss covered tree trunk
It was kind of cloudy, but the sun did pop out for a little bit. It wasn’t too cold or too hot. We hiked for two hours…which kind of surprised me! I haven’t been hiking with my son since 2014 when we went camping near Niagra Falls. It’s been a long time and I thought he’d want to turn back sooner than we did. We talked a lot about things, played would you rather until I couldn’t come up with things anymore and the conversation turned to The Hundred Years War and Camelot – that’s my son!!!
Don’t know what these two plants are (above and below), but they’re pretty.
My son has agreed to go hiking with me once a month! Not sure what I’ll do next Saturday, it all depends on the weather. I do need to work on the rafters on the deck – a carpenter bee has started drilling. I might try and get that done during the week though. We shall see…
“Taking time to do nothing often brings everything into perspective.”
– Doe Zantamata
“He who lives in harmony with himself lives in harmony with the universe.” – Marcus Aurelius
“Doing what you like is freedom. Liking what you do is happiness.” – Frank Tyger
Never thought I’d be writing about dirty hands, but here I am.
These hands have been through a lot, even for forty something years…
I really don’t like wearing gloves. I like to be able to feel what I’m doing. When I’m wearing gloves, I can’t “feel” what I’m doing. My boyfriend is always getting on my case, “Put your gloves on!” Even when I’m mulching, I don’t wear gloves, even though it is recommended. I’ve applied top soil and fertilizer without wearing gloves. Gross, I know…but this is who I am.
These hands have spent a lot of time at the beach and holding a fishing pole, catching more fish than not.
These hands have held the reigns of many a pony and a couple of horses…
I preferred ponies. We owned Patches for a while, ended up having to give it back to its owner…it got really mean. I’m almost certain they ended up selling it.
These hands have been the tender touch my baby boy needed…
These hands have shown compassion to dying loved ones…
These hands have gotten stuck in bumpers and shut in doors…
These hands have prayed for strength to get me through…
These hands have pulled weeds, held frogs and toads and touched black snakes (haven’t gotten the courage up to pick one up though)…
These hands have gotten out of many a tight situation, pounded nails, dug holes, painted walls – with more paint on me than on the walls, it would seem.
These hands have had stitches…
You can barely seen the scar here (below), but my ring finger was nearly torn off…One Saturday morning, I decided to take our new dog for a walk. I was 8 years old. I walked in the pen with the leash, leaving the gate open. After I hooked the leash on her collar, and unhooked her chain she bolted. I held on and tried to stop her by grabbing the fence post – an old telephone pole! My finger got hooked on an old rusty nail! My parents rushed me to the hospital and I think I ended up with 16 stitches outside and twelve inside. I had been cut clean to the bone. The doctor’s said I was lucky I didn’t lose my finger. The scar used to start above the ring, down and around the knuckle, and almost back to the top of the ring. As I’ve grown up and my hand got bigger (with age) the scar shrunk.
These hands clean up pretty well
Old shoes for yard work…
Old shoes for mowing…
Old shoes for swimming…
Old shoes for cutting wood…
Old shoes for shoveling snow…
Old shoes to keep my feet clean…
…but not my jeans.
I have been known to do (minor) yard work in my bare feet. I have chased snakes through the yard in my bare feet, taking pictures! But of course, I don’t have pictures of that! I do, however, have pictures of the snake.
“Jump into the middle of things, get your hands dirty, fall flat on your face, and then reach for the stars.” – Ben Stein
“Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature good humor, vast security, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
**First off, I have to say sorry for not posting anything yesterday. I worked, then I was busy taking pictures and editing them. I’m trying to figure out how often I will post. I will post as often as I can, first thing in the morning – but there may be a day here and there that I can’t/don’t post every day. Once I figure out what I’m doing, I will let you know.
Since the tree frog came back yesterday, I wanted to try to take some pictures of him, especially his legs.
When I first saw this yellow spot on his legs a couple of years ago, I thought there was something wrong with him. There isn’t, it’s normal.
Some (basic) facts about tree frogs:
I love listening to the frogs at night. I’m not sure exactly when they showed up, it was a few years ago and I’m sure that the pool had something to do with it. I don’t worry about them peeing on me and causing warts – it’s just a myth! I have had them pee on me, but I just wash my hands. (This one hasn’t peed on anyone, as far as I know.)
I’ve never seen the tree frog tuck it’s legs under it before. I watched it all day long the other day, it stayed with it’s legs tucked under the whole time. Seems to be saying, “Hey, I’m comfy! Take some pictures and read me a story!”
The picture above and below are examples of its color changing abilities. Then there’s the grey color like in the other pictures. I thought at first, with it swimming in the pool, it might harm him – but I use the minimum chemicals so it should be ok.
These last couple of pictures were taken last year…I know my plants need some TLC, but at this point I was more concerned about taking the picture of the frog than what my plants look like. (House plants tend to get a little droopy in the winter time, going into a kind of hibernation and it’s normal! In the spring, or when you think about it, just pull all the dead stuff and they’re good as new. When I put my plants outside for the spring/summer and into fall I will thin out my plants, getting rid of all the dead stuff.)
How you enjoyed this post! I will hopefully be posting tomorrow.
Any comments are always welcome.
So, until next time, take care, put a smile on and look for the beauty around you!
When I woke up this morning and started thinking about what in the world I was going to write about today, I had no idea. Then, our tree frog showed up! He seems to visit the porch just about every day!
It didn’t take me long to notice him…I’m always on the look out for him. It seems like he enjoys our company, seeming to say “Good Morning!”
I know it’s part of their feature, but he always seems so happy. I’m not sure whether this frog is female or male, but I’m calling it him.
Some facts on tree frogs:
We first noticed the frogs a few years ago. I think the pool drew them up to the house (there is a drainage pond below our house that has water in it most of the time now).
We had fun with the frog on this night. Luckily, I grabbed the camera when we went out to explore.
This picture was taken before he jumped on my sons face. He looks very intrigued by my son, who is sheltering him with his hand.
He loves the pool…but since we cut the branch down that over hung the pool I haven’t noticed him in the pool as much.
“There are some things one can only achieve by a deliberate leap in the opposite direction.” Franz Kafka
“The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives” – Indian proverb
We also have a toad that comes and visits, but that’s another story!
“A frog decided to reach the top of the tree
All frogs shouted,
“It’s impossible. It’s impossible…”
Still the frog reaches the top…
Because he was deaf…
And he thought everyone was encouraging him to reach the top…”
the moral: ” Be deaf to negative thoughts, if your aim is to reach your goal.”
This was much needed…for both of us! I was supposed to work Sunday, but with me not feeling well on Friday, I got the weekend off. I need to work, but at the same time, I can’t if I’m feeling the way I do. I love my clients….but at the same time, I need to take care of myself.
Enough of that, I’m writing about the road trip! We went to see my boyfriends mother near the Chesapeake Bay. Even though it was rainy and foggy, we still had a good time!
I had almost forgotten about this house! It’s been hidden behind trees and undergrowth for years! I remember my mom talking about it, but can’t really remember any details. It’s for sale now, I need to find out more about it. I’m sure it will be torn down and something else built. It’s across the street from prospect hall, for anyone who knows Frederick.
Yes, that’s a stretch limo! Someone’s getting married!! More than likely.
We’re on 70, heading to Baltimore. You can see how overcast it is. The fog came and went. This is Saturday morning.
Some of the roads we take, take us through old farm land. These farms used to grow tobacco, not sure what the farmers grow now. It’s nice to get off the highway and take back roads!
We don’t actually take this road, it’s a good place to stop if someone needs to take care of business (uh…use the bathroom). I would love to drive down this road and see what’s there. Maybe I can talk my boyfriend into it some time. He does all the driving when we head down to the bay!
At the Bay…
The sun did come out for a while and people were out and about. I don’t know how I managed not to get pictures without people in it. This is looking up towards Scientists Cliffs. There’s a lot of fossils at Scientists Cliffs, which is why they named it that. They have found megladon sharks teeth and huge clam shells. In order to walk to the cliffs, you need to plan on catching the tide at low tide during the full moon. My boyfriend says you’re no longer allowed to walk there. The cliffs have been washing away. We didn’t walk as far as we could have. There was a party going on near where the shore line turns, we turned around before we got to them.
It would’ve been nice to be able to bring some of the driftwood home – but we would’ve had to drag it out of there. And neither one of us felt like dealing with that! They would look nice in some of my gardens.
It’s amazing – to me – how trees and plants can survive in conditions like this.
Mine will be blooming soon!!
I believe this is a tulip poplar bloom.
We didn’t spend a whole lot of time at the beach – just enough to get our fix.
Getting away was very relaxing, giving me time to think. It was barely enough time to let me relax, but I know what I need to do. The ride home wasn’t very good for me. I had a terrible headache and was sick to my stomach. By the time we got back into Frederick I had a cold sweat and could barely hold my head up or keep my eyes open. I laid down for a couple of hours and took a nice hot bath with epsom salts and baking soda and burned some sage. All three of those are detoxing/stress relievers and it helps. Burning sage is the stress reliever, epsom salts and baking soda are detoxes you can add to the bath. Soak for twenty minutes, and you should feel better.
I’ll post at sometime about care giving and the ups and downs.
I was sick again yesterday, so I didn’t get a whole lot done. I think it’s nerves…work knows that there is something going on. I got the weekend off, have to decide what to do on Monday. I’m thinking I will stay with my two clients until the 16th, take a week off and decide if I need to put my two weeks in at that point. Of course, come Monday if my nerves act up I’ll have to put my two weeks in sooner. But anyway…
more important stuff. Some more pictures! I did go out yesterday evening and take some pictures.
Notice the difference in the ants. The top peony has many black ants on it and they’re small. The bottom peony has one red ant on it and it is much bigger. Still not sure why, but I will figure it out. (I lazed about yesterday trying not to think too much! I did get some of my house plants outside, so that’s a bonus!!)
Some tulip facts:
Who takes pictures of dandelions?! I do!!!
I really need to get this out of here!
Sorry this is short and sweet – again. My boyfriend are going on a road trip today and I need to get ready to go. I’ve got more…lots more.
Not sure what I’m going to write about today. I work all day today… it’s going to be a long day.
Here’s some photos I took yesterday and this morning with my new camera.
I didn’t realize until late last night that I’ve been spelling azalea wrong.
The ants on the peonies down the lane are different than the ones up closer to the house. The ones up close to the house are black, as this one is red. Not sure what the difference is, accept maybe different environment. I’ll have to research that.
As I was walking around I saw this on the ground. It’s getting to the point that they’re starting to fall of the bush. They still smell good, just getting late in the season for them.
When I was weeding the garden yesterday, I noticed the lily of the valley. They must have been transplanted with the peonies a few years back. I’ve still got a bunch of them in one of my other gardens…where the peonies used to be.
I want to fix this plow up and display it better than just propping it against a tree. It needs to be sanded, painted and wood handles added. It does look nice there…
This picture was taken before I finished weeding. I’ll be sure to update when it’s done.
After weeding…all I need to do now is mulch it. Won’t get to that until next week sometime.
This is the next garden I’m working on. The tree is a sage…I believe a bee balm sage. But I’m not exactly sure. I was told it was a Russian Sage, but thy have purple blooms. This one has white/yellow blooms. I actually have two of them.
I like taking pictures of the center of flowers. I feel that they get overlooked sometimes. Can’t wait til more of my flowers bloom!
Same picture, just a different crop.
My tree frogs are back! I’ll be posting about them in a future post. This one loves to come up on the deck in the morning and say hi to us!
Sometimes it seems like he poses for my pictures. We started noticing a couple of years ago – the pool might have something to do with it.
A LITTLE SOMETHING OFF THE WALL
I was digging through some of my photos and found this…it’s from when I was homeschooling my son. It’s labeled “fire proof balloon” – part of a science project we did. I’ll have to look it up, because I have since forgotten how we made it fireproof. What ever it was, it worked.
I hope you enjoyed today’s post. I also hope you can feel that I really enjoy doing this.
“I don’t want to be a poo poo girl, I want to be happy flower child.”
– Drew Barrymore