it was the children's holiday program at church this morning. there was no sermon-- only the children's program and christmas carols. dad slept thru most of the service-- he couldn't follow the carols-- he did, however, say the lord's prayer in it's entirety. yes!!!
there was a visitor to the church who sat next to me. a couple of times he leaned over to ask a question of me... he didn't sing the carols either... in the middle of the program, something overcame him and he started wiping his eyes and sniffling. at first i wasn't sure he wasn't just fighting a cold-- i ignored the noises. it wasn't long before i realized the noises stopped-- it wasn't a cold-- this man was hurtin'. i was glad he was spending the morning with us-- it seemed to be something he needed.
i've been there-- in "that" place. i zoned from today's program shortly after the noises started and stopped... i went back to "that" time. i tried to recall if i hoped people would ignore what they were seeing or hearing from me at that moment-- or if i was needing to have someone simply be nice in some non-embarrassing way. i think i needed both-- but how does one do that?!!
being that this visitor was a grown man-- and he was sitting alone... i felt it best to try and do both things-- ignore the moment of weakness but be nice in some way.
at the end of the service when the goodbyes were being made, i turned to him, introduced dad and myself and told him i hoped he would join us again. his eyes lit up and a genuine smile grew wide-- he said he will definitely be back.
i pray this man found something really good in his life today.... that whatever hurt so bad heals soon. something like this maybe....
"Gold Wrapping Paper"
I received this from a friend who had a choice to make. It said that I had a choice to make too.
I've chosen. Now it's your turn to choose.
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her five year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and then said, "This is for you, Momma."The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found it was empty. She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner."Don't you know, you ng lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?"
She had tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Momma, it's not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full."The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later, and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life.
Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and GOD. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
can i borrow $25?
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.
The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. 'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. 'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. 'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. '
Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
Can I Borrow $25?
(a good lesson.... but how do those of us not working for "the company" handle such things? hmm)
SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.
The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. 'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. 'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. 'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. '
Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
Can I Borrow $25?
(a good lesson.... but how do those of us not working for "the company" handle such things? hmm)
Thursday, December 13, 2007
thursday, 12/13/07
sorry it's been awhile-- it's me-- it's the holiday upcoming-- it's people-- you know, stuff.
mom had her final visit with her surgeon today. no need to go back unless we deem it necessary. he ordered out-patient therapy for her so that will begin soon. the in-home therapy finished last month. she's made too much improvement to stop now-- especially since she's still within her 6 month to a year window of complete healing. it's only been 3.5 months since her surgery so we figure she's well on her way to being better than before surgery-- might as well take all those helps offered. good for her.
now.... even tho her surgeon is in the same practice as the other doc who's helping us figure out what her back, legs, and foot problems are... they aren't doing the same exams with mom, so we're still a go for mom's neuropathy tests next week. so far we've been told what it could be and what it isn't. it's those isn'ts that are keeping mom in good spirits.
dad. he's had such a good couple of weeks. sure there were things he didn't wish to go to and that always hits a strange cord with us, but he was still on his normal schedule and eating well, too. until....
last night he went to bed at around 4:30pm or so.... and he never got up until tonight at 5:30pm. he's had the tiniest of colds-- i thought he was simply needing more rest. but it just got scary after 11am this morning and he still hadn't made his way out. of course i checked on him all the time-- it became my obsession-- and each time i started to go back and noticed i didn't have my cell on me, i turned around and got it before i opened his door. "in case." isn't that a kicker??? in case.
thank god each time i peeked, it was only a matter of moments before i heard breathing or noticed that he had changed shoes or clothes-- but simply decided to go back to bed instead of coming out. at around 4 or so i had made enough noise to see his eyes open and set down his pills and some finger food. but-- he still hadn't gotten up and OUT. the madness ended at 5:30 when he opened the door and sat in his chair. YES!!!!
i managed to get him hydrated and fed a few more bites before he's gone back to bed again. mom is going out of her mind. we've talked about it all day and she's busied herself with her christmas cards but the shoulders finally relaxed when she knew dad was in his chair eating.
other than all this... the twins visited this week (their finals are now done and have a 5 week break from college courses)... and youngest son has visited everyday! SCORE!! hubby spent 2 vacation days at the office... umm, yeah. and, i've finished four more books. i know i'm a freak of nature...
that's all. nothing else.
mom had her final visit with her surgeon today. no need to go back unless we deem it necessary. he ordered out-patient therapy for her so that will begin soon. the in-home therapy finished last month. she's made too much improvement to stop now-- especially since she's still within her 6 month to a year window of complete healing. it's only been 3.5 months since her surgery so we figure she's well on her way to being better than before surgery-- might as well take all those helps offered. good for her.
now.... even tho her surgeon is in the same practice as the other doc who's helping us figure out what her back, legs, and foot problems are... they aren't doing the same exams with mom, so we're still a go for mom's neuropathy tests next week. so far we've been told what it could be and what it isn't. it's those isn'ts that are keeping mom in good spirits.
dad. he's had such a good couple of weeks. sure there were things he didn't wish to go to and that always hits a strange cord with us, but he was still on his normal schedule and eating well, too. until....
last night he went to bed at around 4:30pm or so.... and he never got up until tonight at 5:30pm. he's had the tiniest of colds-- i thought he was simply needing more rest. but it just got scary after 11am this morning and he still hadn't made his way out. of course i checked on him all the time-- it became my obsession-- and each time i started to go back and noticed i didn't have my cell on me, i turned around and got it before i opened his door. "in case." isn't that a kicker??? in case.
thank god each time i peeked, it was only a matter of moments before i heard breathing or noticed that he had changed shoes or clothes-- but simply decided to go back to bed instead of coming out. at around 4 or so i had made enough noise to see his eyes open and set down his pills and some finger food. but-- he still hadn't gotten up and OUT. the madness ended at 5:30 when he opened the door and sat in his chair. YES!!!!
i managed to get him hydrated and fed a few more bites before he's gone back to bed again. mom is going out of her mind. we've talked about it all day and she's busied herself with her christmas cards but the shoulders finally relaxed when she knew dad was in his chair eating.
other than all this... the twins visited this week (their finals are now done and have a 5 week break from college courses)... and youngest son has visited everyday! SCORE!! hubby spent 2 vacation days at the office... umm, yeah. and, i've finished four more books. i know i'm a freak of nature...
that's all. nothing else.
Friday, December 7, 2007
friday, 12/7/07
(my deepest gratitude to shirley for sending this to me-- you are my angel)
The Sandpiper By Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world Begins to close in on me She was building a sand castle or something And looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. "I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand." That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said. "It's a what?" "It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, Hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed Completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up. "Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six." "Hi, Wendy." She giggled. "You're funny," she said. In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day." The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, And an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out Of the dishwater. I n eed a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was Chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?" "What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance. "I don't know. You say." "How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is." "Then let's just walk." Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked. "Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?" "I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation." She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was On other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no Mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt Like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd Rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. "Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child? "Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day." "Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!" "Did it hurt?" she inquired. "Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself. "When she died?" "Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, Wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up To the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door.
A drawn looking Young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door. "Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies." "Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath. "She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..."
Her voice faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?" I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman.
She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together.
The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.
NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someone's heart, and is read by many and now I share it with you... May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences! Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant.
Who knows what they can teach us? I wish for you, a sandpiper.
The Sandpiper By Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world Begins to close in on me She was building a sand castle or something And looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. "I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand." That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by.
"That's a joy," the child said. "It's a what?" "It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself, Hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed Completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up. "Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six." "Hi, Wendy." She giggled. "You're funny," she said. In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day." The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, And an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out Of the dishwater. I n eed a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was Chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?" "What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance. "I don't know. You say." "How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is." "Then let's just walk." Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked. "Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?" "I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation." She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was On other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no Mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt Like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd Rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. "Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child? "Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day." "Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!" "Did it hurt?" she inquired. "Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself. "When she died?" "Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, Wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her, I went up To the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door.
A drawn looking Young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door. "Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies." "Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath. "She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..."
Her voice faltered, "She left something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?" I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman.
She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues -- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together.
The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.
NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and life and each other. The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someone's heart, and is read by many and now I share it with you... May God Bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences! Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside anyone as insignificant.
Who knows what they can teach us? I wish for you, a sandpiper.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
wednesday, 12/5/07
our first snow!! all 5 inches of it.... gorgeous. (as long as i'm inside it's gorgeous....)
all the chores are caught up-- had some time to finish my book. a good day!
dad is doing fine-- getting up and going down on a nice schedule. he was on a real bladder roll these last couple of days but that has gone back to normal. i don't see signs of bladder or kidney infections but will keep an eye out. he asked for pizza tonight-- your wish is my command!! he doesn't seem to enjoy the snow this year-- he did sit by the window and watch the snowtrucks and children walking by with their sleds but... has no other interest in it. makes me sad.
mom has been having a mini pitty party. she came out of it today but i've been going out of my way to stay out of her way! knowing mom as i do, this wasn't a harmful action... she had her time to think and finally asked to discuss her MRI results. i told her on monday i had finally heard from the doctor-- again, knowing that was all i needed to offer at the time. she processed what she had to and we sat down and had a good conversation tonight.
the outcome was normal aging... which is good.... yet there's always another test to find out why she's wobbly in her legs. i wasn't sure she would go for more tests since the MRI didn't confirm MS or anything else. i figured she would call it a day and go on with her life as it is now.
good thing i don't know everything! mom is willing to go for more tests. these tests are for neuropathy-- basically nerve testing for both arms and legs. when searching on the internet, most neuropathy connects to diabetes... mom doesn't have diabetes. i can assume hers would be connected to peripheral or focal neuropathy-- basically numbness and ankle/foot weakness. we'll just have to wait and see what the results from the tests show.
another day come and almost gone. hope everyone is enjoying their days!!
all the chores are caught up-- had some time to finish my book. a good day!
dad is doing fine-- getting up and going down on a nice schedule. he was on a real bladder roll these last couple of days but that has gone back to normal. i don't see signs of bladder or kidney infections but will keep an eye out. he asked for pizza tonight-- your wish is my command!! he doesn't seem to enjoy the snow this year-- he did sit by the window and watch the snowtrucks and children walking by with their sleds but... has no other interest in it. makes me sad.
mom has been having a mini pitty party. she came out of it today but i've been going out of my way to stay out of her way! knowing mom as i do, this wasn't a harmful action... she had her time to think and finally asked to discuss her MRI results. i told her on monday i had finally heard from the doctor-- again, knowing that was all i needed to offer at the time. she processed what she had to and we sat down and had a good conversation tonight.
the outcome was normal aging... which is good.... yet there's always another test to find out why she's wobbly in her legs. i wasn't sure she would go for more tests since the MRI didn't confirm MS or anything else. i figured she would call it a day and go on with her life as it is now.
good thing i don't know everything! mom is willing to go for more tests. these tests are for neuropathy-- basically nerve testing for both arms and legs. when searching on the internet, most neuropathy connects to diabetes... mom doesn't have diabetes. i can assume hers would be connected to peripheral or focal neuropathy-- basically numbness and ankle/foot weakness. we'll just have to wait and see what the results from the tests show.
another day come and almost gone. hope everyone is enjoying their days!!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
saturday, december 1
home-- safe and sound! it was 3:41am on the bedroom clock, but we made it despite airline delays trying their best to prevent our homecoming.... vegas had their first rain since february yesterday-- the city was in a cluster.
looks like everyone got along fine... mom, dad, dog, cats and sheep all in good spirits. youngest son came down here this morning to catch up and give me his updates... he too, did well and took good care of our pups and house. he even put ornaments up on the tree!
brother took good care of things but couldn't get dad to eat. mom was thrilled when she saw his breakfast tray empty this morning. evidently the cats have been well fed this past week... no wonder they looked at me cock-eyed when i fed them this morning-- i arrived bearing no special treats!
hubby is sleeping-- lucky dawg.
got some laundry to finish, beds to change, lunch to fix then some food shopping to do.... with any luck at all i'll catch some winks mid-afternoon.... ooooor not, who knows!
looks like everyone got along fine... mom, dad, dog, cats and sheep all in good spirits. youngest son came down here this morning to catch up and give me his updates... he too, did well and took good care of our pups and house. he even put ornaments up on the tree!
brother took good care of things but couldn't get dad to eat. mom was thrilled when she saw his breakfast tray empty this morning. evidently the cats have been well fed this past week... no wonder they looked at me cock-eyed when i fed them this morning-- i arrived bearing no special treats!
hubby is sleeping-- lucky dawg.
got some laundry to finish, beds to change, lunch to fix then some food shopping to do.... with any luck at all i'll catch some winks mid-afternoon.... ooooor not, who knows!
Monday, November 26, 2007
monday, november 26, 2007
all has been pretty darn normal 'round here since the holiday. this is good. dad and mom both in good spirits and going about their days routinely.
far be from me to upset the apple cart, yet, that i must do.... hubby has a business trip in vegas and is taking me along. we leave at the wee hours tomorrow morning and return in the wee hours friday night. brother is filling in here while we're away...
thankfully there's only one appointment each day to get to, so brother shouldn't feel too overwhelmed. i rescheduled the stuff i felt might be too stressful-- of course this virgo had to leave her lists... always lists.... yet it's these lists that help mom the most. if it's on paper, it must get done-- right down to the how to make coffee. now.... for those who might be cringing at the moment, brother's coffee comes in a red can with a pop-top... it's the real thing, alright?!
anyway, yes i have fear. yes, i have worry. i know i should just go and enjoy myself-- and i will, with fear and worry as my faithful companion-- don't tell hubby he's been upstaged. i think as long as i'm already aware i've got these companions, it'll be ok. i've been gone before, but not with both parents as dependant as now. beyond all that however.... i have faith. faith in brother, mom, dad and kiddos. they each are blessed, therefore, we are and will continue to be blessed!
i'll check back in next weekend. be safe and happy... and well.
far be from me to upset the apple cart, yet, that i must do.... hubby has a business trip in vegas and is taking me along. we leave at the wee hours tomorrow morning and return in the wee hours friday night. brother is filling in here while we're away...
thankfully there's only one appointment each day to get to, so brother shouldn't feel too overwhelmed. i rescheduled the stuff i felt might be too stressful-- of course this virgo had to leave her lists... always lists.... yet it's these lists that help mom the most. if it's on paper, it must get done-- right down to the how to make coffee. now.... for those who might be cringing at the moment, brother's coffee comes in a red can with a pop-top... it's the real thing, alright?!
anyway, yes i have fear. yes, i have worry. i know i should just go and enjoy myself-- and i will, with fear and worry as my faithful companion-- don't tell hubby he's been upstaged. i think as long as i'm already aware i've got these companions, it'll be ok. i've been gone before, but not with both parents as dependant as now. beyond all that however.... i have faith. faith in brother, mom, dad and kiddos. they each are blessed, therefore, we are and will continue to be blessed!
i'll check back in next weekend. be safe and happy... and well.
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