Everything Wears Out


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Everything wears out. Cars, appliances, furniture, bodies.  I have learned way more about the human body in the past year than I ever thought I wanted to know. Upper endoscopies, CT scans, x-rays, colonoscopies. I became well acquainted with them all. The heating pad on my belly has become my best friend.

Today as I await the approach of another doctor’s visit to address a new concern that cropped up this morning, I wonder why some folks never seem to have health issues. Others have chronic, life-long problems. Still others have items crop up as they age.

I try to look on the bright side and figure that things could be far worse. I can see, I can hear, I can walk, and most days I function as any other, normal, overweight, 59 year old female does. Things hurt, I move a bit slower, but I get through it. Some days it defeats me, and I long for the days when I felt well, or I long for the days when I can retire and I can pretty much relax 24/7. Then again some days having a job and responsibilities to go off to keeps me sane and keeps me going.

When I was in my 30’s and dealing with children with developmental disabilities, autism, ADHD, diabetes, celiac disease and the special education administrators and so-called regular teachers in the school districts, I used to say that work was my escape. I went there to get away from the hard things I faced at home. Having to deal with all of those people and all of those issues hardened me and made me grow up in so many different ways.

When I was in my 40’s and dealing with death (father-in-law, grandmother, mother and my beloved pets one right after the other) and dealing with the beginnings of the health issues (endometriosis, ovarian cysts, and hysterectomy), I was thrown for a loop. That decade brought me to my knees, and depression threatened. I withdrew from life in many ways.

My 50’s have been a reawakening for me. I grew further and tossed off the sadness, I got two college degrees, I got five tattoos, and I rediscovered the guitar, but then I also found new health challenges.

I’m not sure why we age the way we do. Folks who eat right and stay fit don’t always reap the benefits of their hard work so please don’t tell me I should’ve taken better care of myself. I did the best I could.

Everything wears out. It’s why folks have surgeries to replace or repair things. It’s why we buy new cars, new appliances and new furniture.

So I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other. It’s all I can do, and I’ll hope for the best.

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Donna Reads: Zack (A Cold Fury Hockey novel) by Sawyer Bennett


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Zack Grantham is a single father to a little boy, Ben. He’s a hockey player who lost his girlfriend, his son’s mother in a car crash where he was driving. Although it wasn’t his fault, he’s wracked with guilt. He feels bad because she died, but he’s also got all kinds of guilt about how he really felt for her and why he never married her. He’s been on the disabled list while he gets physical therapy and rehabs a broken wrist. He’s also seeing a psychiatrist at the team’s direction. His older sister has been helping him out with his son, but she needs to return home to her own life while he gets ready to return to the ice. His sister hires him a nanny. 

Kate Thomas is quirky. She’s an older college student from a dirt-poor family. She’s spent years caring for her alcoholic father and then her sister’s three babies. Kate has a sense of humor, and she’s strong and great with kids. Ben takes to her immediately. Zack does not. He resents her being there although even he can see how good she is for Ben. 

When things change between Zack and Kate, he still doesn’t let her in. He sets stupid ground rules to try to keep her out. She agrees to all of his ridiculous conditions because she is beginning to care for him. He’s just plain rude, obnoxious and mean to her several times. 

Two things about this book bothered me a little. 1. Zack was a jerk. He didn’t want her associating with his friends or their wives but she was good enough to raise his kid AND fool around with. He was constantly reminding her of her social status. She was an employee. I didn’t like that at all. 2. The timing was ‘off’. He’d just lost his girlfriend a few months in the past after they’d been together for years. It was too soon for a new relationship. Then after weeks of telling Kate they could never be anything more then suddenly overnight he’s all in, he loves her, and he wants to get married. What? That didn’t ring true either. It didn’t fit. The ending seemed way too rushed. 

This one was just okay for me. 3.5 stars. 

Donna Reads: Bishop (Arizona Vengeance) by Sawyer Bennett


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B9B57EE1-7AD3-43AB-A5F3-91985EE2B93DBishop Scott, star hockey player, has joined his new team, the new expansion team in the league, the Arizona Vengeance. He meets a sexy, interesting girl at a bar, and they have an amazing one night stand. He forgets to get her last name or phone number, and he can’t stop thinking about her. 

When he arrives at his team’s brand new, state-of-the-art arena, he’s walking through the complex when he spots the same sexy girl in one of the executive offices. She’s just as glad to see him as he is to see her. They are passionately kissing when her father walks in. Brooke Perron is Bishop’s new coach’s daughter, and his new coach is furious at finding Bishop wrapped around his daughter. 

Thinking fast on her feet, Brooke blurts out that she and Bishop have been secretly dating when they both lived in New York and they are engaged. Bishop soon discovers that his coach is a recent widower who has been having a rough time adjusting to the loss of his wife. The coach has come to Arizona hoping to start over, and his daughter will do anything to keep her father happy. 

Bishop and Brooke’s fake relationship gets interesting when it starts to become very real to the two of them. 

I enjoyed this sports romance. I’ve read the first two books in the author’s Carolina Cold Fury hockey series, and I’m reading the third one there. I really liked both Bishop and Brooke in this book. Sawyer Bennett writes interesting characters in cute story lines with a lot of sex tossed in. There’s not a lot of angst, which I appreciate and like. I read through this book in one day. 

Sounds of Sunday


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I’m still practicing. Still playing. Still trying S-L-O-W-L-Y to get better. I’m making progress, but it’s slow coming along.


My guitar collection has grown by two since my last update. Two more used, cheap Epiphone guitars have joined the family.

I found a lower end Epiphone SG. He was in Arvada, Colorado. I named him Orfeo which means darkness and night. I thought he had a cool, kind-of Batman like vibe going on.

A15E6102-84A2-4836-9566-7991108CC1376963F5F1-F62E-4FE9-851B-05956B269E4CFBEDE062-F1B8-439C-81E2-3C059B5DB51CThen I found this guy in Manhattan. He’s an Epiphone Les Paul SL. I bought him because he was funky and colorful. I thought the pick guard was unique. I posted pictures to a Facebook Epiphone owners group I belong to, and several obnoxious men on there told me he was “ugly”. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I named him Motley (not because of the Crue) but because he’s a motley collection of colors. He even has colored ball ends on his strings (research tells me these are D’Addario strings).


All of my guitars save the Epiphone Les Paul Custom Pro were less than $100. That’s okay. They all get played, and I love them all.

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