Category Archives: Across The Land

Her social media is not what it seems . . .

We had a long conversation today. Her social media posts hint of a strong lady that has most of her life under control.

She asked me to post this on my blog, but not reference her name or particulars.

She said she’s struggling with her own health issues and that of a loved one she has been caregiving for over seven years. She went on to say that she realizes she may have inadvertently created an image that is not quite real.

There may be a chance a lot of us may be doing something similar. I shared a few of my struggles with her. She said it felt good to speak of it. I think I did a good job of listening.

Maybe a lot of our family and friends are suffering that we don’t know about. I think life has many ups and downs.

When I lose my perspective

When I decided to become a caregiver, many things changed for me. I was in my fourth year as a volunteer advocate concerning Alzheimer’s. In my opinion what I was doing was worthwhile, and also very exciting.

The change has been a constant struggle and I have lost my perspective many times along the way, but I do the work, even while struggling.

The work involves keeping myself as healthy as possible, keeping mom safe and using social media to do what I can to share information.

When I do lose perspective, sometimes it may take a day or two, I communicate with folks that help me. Doing so is very productive. I guess two heads may be better than one occasionally.

Hope and responsibility

The actions are no different than before. My day starts early and keeping mom safe is top priority, with keeping my health, physical and mental intact, a close second.

Something has changed though. Something inside is different, a feeling. In the past, getting up excited was routine, but now, from time to time, that feeling is no longer there. Sometimes, it seems like what keeps me going is responsiblity not hope.

Mom is 91 years old and I am 69.

This brought back a memory . . .

In 2013, while attempting to jog and walk across America, my route ended, about like the one in the picture below, from today, in Macon. Google maps told me that because of the construction, an extra six miles would be added to my days work.

The superintendent noticed me, chuckled and motioned for me to be careful, but proceed. I was and I did, and it was much appreciated.

I believe he said his bicycle is from France . . .

U.S. Highway 80 was once an intercontinental route. Mom’s house is about one quarter of a mile from where it passes through Roberta, Georgia.

The picture below was taken this afternoon. He’s not traveling far right now, but he spoke of touring, on his bicycle, in many states and in Europe.

We chatted for a few minutes, and he was pedaling again.

Since becoming a caregiver for mom, many long distance travelers have came down this road and it’s been a pleasure speaking with many of them.

an article about running slow

I follow Peter Merante on Twitter. This morning I saw a tweet of his that referenced the article the link below will take you to. Here’s a few words from the article . . . “It seems counterproductive but lower intensity running allows you to remove lactic acid and waste out of your body. Running easy also allows for your body to begin muscle repair.”

Are the numbers to high . . .

The 10,000 steps a day is very doable, if all the stars aline with each other. If stuff is going on, maybe 10,000 is to much.

Maybe what’s most important, is to do the best ya can. Remember, we can’t fool ourselves. My opinion is that, we need to try to be the best version of ourselves possible.

I believe the 10,000 steps a day thing, is something good to shoot for. If ya can’t walk, then it’s not, and if ya can’t walk, maybe something else can be found to shoot for. Life is good.

During the month of January, I fell short of the 10,000 steps a day, with an average of 9925 daily. That’s okay, because I had stuff and did my best.

My phone serves as a pedometer for me.

Denial? ~ about caregiving #endalz

In the past, when folks spoke of denial, I assumed they meant not accepting that the person they are giving care to, needs help. Recently I realized some of us have had a tough time accepting the life we now live.

I work hard to keep mom safe, stay fit and raise awareness and money for charity.

This is my life now, and I will persistently do the stuff required of me. This is my marathon!

Steve Fugate . . .

He’s already walked well over 45,000 miles and on Valentine’s Day he’s gonna start doing some more, a lot more!

Steve, on the left, has helped me Love Life even more than I did before I met him.

We speak on the phone often, text sometimes, and share our thoughts with each other about a lot of stuff

He introduced me to the work of James Allen and Kahlil Gibran. (and Steve Fugate)

Crawford County Transportation

Yesterday I noticed the bus coming up from behind me. She got even with me, stopped, rolled down her window and asked if mom and I were doing okay. We chatted a moment, and she headed off to take some folks somewhere.

In the past, many times, she blows the horn and waves. That’s encouraging stuff right there . . .