Ever since I was a little girl, I was told I was a dreamer. I can remember report cards with “day dreams” written on it. I think dreams are what keep us going. Without dreams…we have no hope.
We all have dreams of what we want out of life. I remember Laverne on Laverne and Shirley saying her dream was to have a purple cashmere sweater. Well, our dream is to own land in the country and have a simple life style unencumbered by so much of what is in the world today.
I love to write and have written under the name “danLrene” for years. And hopefully will continue to write for many more years. But, please feel free to call me Deb…that is my real name.
I am 62, disabled, can walk short distance with forearm crutches, a leg brace and a tens unit and then use a power chair the rest of the time. Son calls me Robo Mom because of all the gear I must wear and now they have added an oxygen backpack. I told him that I still have one free leg if they needed to add anything else as long as it kept me going..I could live with it.My crutches have rhinestones all over them and red and blue music notes…to remind me to keep dancing like no one is looking. My new leg brace I was given the option of picking the color. I chose sparkle red. No, no one will see it but I will know. I will be like Mammy on Gone with The Wind, when Rhett Butler gave her that red taffeta petticoat and every time she heard it rustle, she would smile. That will be me with the red leg brace.
. LOL. I spend a lot of time on this hospital bed due to constant pain but I am just thankful I have the hospital bed to lay on. I am disabled but I don’t let that stop me from living life and enjoying it. Life is what we make it and I choose to make mine happy.It is important to remember that no one promised us life would be easy. How much joy we get from life is up to us.
I still dream of going back to Italy, of us having one of those mini buses with a lift for my chair that son can convert into a travel home for us to make it easier when I have to go to Denver for surgeries and stuff. I still dream of learning how to tap dance…yes even on these crutches just so I can say I did. All I need are a pair of size ten tap shoes.
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I draw, I paint, I write, I do photography…my latest love is the clouds for I see faces in the clouds all the time and have a blog at the top of the page entitled “Faces in the Clouds” I sit on a stool and help son cook…yes, often with him leaning over me to help me pour or stir but I get to do it. My philosophy is if you can’t do it one way…then create a new way. Son says I am the only person he knows that used their all terrain power chair like a back hoe…using a grain shovel and rake to move dirt or mulch in the garden. I would hold the handle between my legs and rake up the stuff on the two foot wide shovel and then go backwards dragging the shovel to where I wanted to dump it.
We started preparing for this dream about four years ago by paying off all our debts. Two years ago we put our house on the market and the economy fell but we kept it out there. March 16, 2011, the house sold and March 17th we headed over the mountain to find our dream.
This blog is about our journey to get there, our life after we reached the promised land and different middle of the night ramblings. Dreams are like cooking…we might get our grandparents old recipes, but we tend to alter them to suit ourselves. But, dream we must…for as long as we have hope in life…we have dreams. And even plain ole everyday people get dreams that come true.
I hope you enjoy and will subscribe and share my journey. Come join us at the foothills of the mountains where we have found a life of simplicity and serenity, in spite of all the health trials of one disabled woman and the courage of a son that chose to take care of her.