Wednesday, September 9

I just spent some time checking all of the blogs that I used to visit on a regular basis.   It has been such a long time,   so many of them have been abandoned,  I can't say anything, I certainly haven't been an active blogger myself in the last few years.   It used to be a huge part of my life,  posting to my blog.   Seems so much less important to me now,  communication.   I have two main interests in life these days, my family and my flowers.  I have slowed down and smell the flowers quite regularly.  Many of the friends I met through blogger and Myspace are now friends on Facebook.    I do spend much of my time there,  if anyone reads this and wants to be friends,  just look me up over at Facebook.   Neoma Zimitravich.

The Front Porch,   THE real front porch.   :)

Tuesday, February 24

My Daughter's 25th Birthday

Wow those years sure did go by fast.   It seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital.   I was 40 when she was born,  already had three boys and had very little hope I would have a girl.  So I was so happy when she was born.  She was the first child for my husband Tom.   This is the first year she wasn't home for her birthday.   It was a bit hard on me,  but kids grow up and they no longer come home to have birthday cake so I just have to get used to that.

Happy Birthday sweetie,  you are doing well and we are proud of you.

Monday, December 29

Christmas 2014

When we are young our Christmas's seem golden.    When I was a child we didn't have a lot of money, so we got two presents, one a toy and one of clothes.   Even with out limited income our Christmas was so much fun.   I always loved Christmas.

I do not know what happened to me,  somewhere along the way I have lost my Christmas spirit.  This year was the very worst of all.  I couldn't work up the energy to even haul out many of my decorations,  I finally got a tree up,  because I love to sit in the evening in the quiet when everyone has gone to bed and just stare at the tree.   But as I have grown older it seems that Christmas just makes me sad.   I think of Mom,  all the meals she cooked for us and how much we enjoyed them,  never to be eaten again.  I cook the same meal and mine is just as good as hers, but still I miss her meals.  

Of my five children only two are close enough to always be here for Christmas.  Although my son Trevor has been coming out here for Christmas for quite a few years now.  This year his wife is expecting a baby and didn't want to travel so it was especially quiet here this Christmas.   Ana usually comes home a few days early and brings out a lot of the decorations,  but it didn't happen this year, so all that was out was what I put out, and it wasn't very much.

I cooked my meal and we opened our presents and then I went back to cooking.  We didn't eat this year until almost 9.  I got a very late start because we stayed up so late the night before.   My daughter who usually brings with her a bit of extra Christmas spirit seemed to have left hers at home this year.   She came and slept,  ate and then went back to sleep, then got up and left.    I guess her thoughts were elsewhere.

I am not promising to do better next year,  I can not make that promise.    I am tired and without the energy that I once possessed, who knows how I will feel next year.  I take it one day at a time.

Wednesday, October 29


I just have to post a picture of my Tropical Hibiscus.   I will soon have to bring it in for the winter,  they can not take the cold.  Once the temperatures get below 50 at night it won't like to be outside.  Right now I take it in at night and then push it back out during the daytime.

Friday, September 19

Being A Parent

When I started my blog it was to be my own journal,  not really for others to visit or read....just for me. I still feel that my blog is more for just me than for others,  my place,  a place to write about family and feelings.

Right now my heart is heavy,  my daughter is having so much pain with a failed really breaks my heart to see her hurting and in pain.   I wish like everything I could give her some words of wisdom that would make it all better.  I told are pigs.     That seemed to help a bit.

Time will help,  it has only been a week,   she has been home more in the last week than she has been in the last three years.  I guess knowing her family is behind her helps some.    A parent always wants to protect her children from hurt,  but it isn't always possible once they are grown.   Love her so much.