MEET MRS.OLSON

It is Thursday morning. "I" has went out braving the cold, wet snow. She did not linger long. I stood on the porch , watching my beloved trees, Saul and Sarah. They seem to shiver from the cold. Their branches reaching out to each other, its as if their straining just to feel each others touch.. I feel their pain as they stand dark against the whiteness of the cold snow. "Spring will ome," I tell them. I thought I heard Saul whisper,"Sarah
but it may have been only the wind.

In the above picture I would like you to meet Mrs.Olson. Known to The Emperor and I as Lana. We met in 1994 when I went to work where she was already working. Lana is one of those women who can do just about anything,definitely not afraid of hard work.

A couple of days ago I heard a knock on my door. On opening I saw a figure standing there. The sun and snow behind her blocking out her face. "Lana is that you," I asked? She laughed. Opening the door she placed a birthday sack in my hands. "Now don't be whining about your Birthday anymore," she said. "How did you know I complained about my Birthday," I asked? "On your Blog, she answered." I looked down at the gift sack in my hand. "Who says the written word isn't powerful.

Lana has always been nice to me, always friendly. I have worked with her, drank coffee with her and even sang with her. Though of course she sounds ten million times better than me, but I never minded. Lana is fun. But this last year I have developed a great admiration for her. Lana has become a caregiver. In case you have never been in this situation it is a twenty-four hour a day job. Its not like you can push the time clock after eight hours and go home. You are already home. This can entail lifting,tenderness, patience, laughter and love.

The fact that stands out to me about Lana when I talk to her is that she doesn't complain. I know there is times she must feel overwhelmed, tired, over worked and under loved. But I feel for the most part she does this with a smile. She tries her best to give Joe a normal life as much as she can. Lana here on this little insignificant Blog I would like to say I think you are awesome. People can declare their love for another but when trouble comes not everyone steps up to the plate. You most certainly have. Good job Lana. You are one of the special people.

By the way my sack contained a cake. A birthday cake that I complained I never had for sixteen years. A bottle of homemade bread and butter pickle's, a necklace and a beautiful card. Now of course I know I should be ashamed for going on this Blog and whining. All I can say its that it worked. I have been having bread and butter pickle sandwiches. When I run out of pickles I may be whining on here again.

I have tossed my words. I have looked around at all the snow that lies all over Blogland. I start for home. There is a star shining brightly in the sky. "Please bless Lana for all her efforts and caring," I whisper to the star. Who knows maybe wishes on Stars really do work. With my head down I start walking again. I'm outta here.