Sunday, October 25, 2009

Kinda Funny

And now, just for a chuckle:

A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink and gulps it down in one swig.
The poor little guy starts crying.

'Come on man. I was just giving you a hard time,' the biker says. 'I didn't think you'd CRY.' 'I can't stand to see a man crying.'
'This is the worst day of my life,' says the little guy between sobs.
'I can't do anything right.' 'I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my
boss fired me. When I
went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home. I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me. So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison.'

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Bone Idle

We are moving forward and healing. Not much action but that's ok. It's been cold for a few days. The pellet stove ran non-stop at night. We woke to frost and the news reported 27 degrees at sunrise. Thanks be to Global Warming or we would have been frozen solid in our sleep.

Today is a beautiful Fall day. The sun is blazing and the sky is BLUE! yes, it screams blue. We are driving to our other house, the one I want to clean out and sell, the one that is always on my mind, the one that overwhelms me with stuff to move and throw out and give away. When will I dig in and make it happen? I just sit and stare when I should be moving. Now, of course, I have my husband's recovery from surgery to ease my guilt of idleness. He's making great progress and I am developing anxiety over what I can blame next for not doing things on my to do list.

I just want to be rooted. Sooner or later I will be planted but I would like a spell of contentedness before that. I keep reading the Bible. Paul says that we should be content whatever our circumstances. Faith in the Lord will bring that peace. It seems to elude me. I must try harder or just give it up and let God do it for me. Trouble is, I have to try to give it up and there I am again.

Oh, bother. I will go shower and get on with my day of errands. It is a beautiful day and I must hold on to that.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Every Day In Every Way

Do you remember that phrase from years ago? We used to say it in kindergarten. I suppose that kindergarten doesn't even exist any more. Today this phrase would be called a positive affirmation to increase the childrens' self worth. Every day in every way I'm getting better and better.

He is doing that by the way. Still plodding along the road to recovery. We went for a walk day before yesterday, all the way to the beach and back. It really was a hike for a man who is walking like Tim Conway did when he played that old man part. Shuffle is more the word. Yesterday we recovered from the walk. He said he had more aches and pains than he knew he could have. Today? A little better. Tomorrow? We check in with the surgeon and he gets the staples out and all his questions answered. Or, perhaps I should say, all my questions answered. At least we haven't killed each other yet. In his case it's only because he can't move that fast so I can get away. Me? I am a saint and saints don't kill their patients. Do they?

Thursday, October 08, 2009

And We Settle In

Well, we both lived through the first day and evening home. He sneezed once and that was unexpected and with a stomach incision it was most jarring and painful. The rest of the evening went quietly. Cooked a chicken, my brother-in-law arrived with a couple of requested items just as the chicken was done so the three of us sat down to a very welcome meal. My husband savored every morsel. He is on a low fiber diet and it flies in the face of the low carb diet we have been trying to follow. I guess the smaller quantities of that low fiber stuff will avoid weight gain. Maybe?

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Coming Home

He's coming home today. Oh Lord! Now I really have to get to the rest of the house cleaning. I have been using the old, "Got no time, have to get to the hospital." and now that one's gone. I guess now I can say, "He's napping and I can't disturb him." or something of that sort. Gotta rush now and buy ear plugs so I can't hear the, "Honey, I just need one more thing....", 75 times. I think 10 or 20 is sufficient.

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Good News - Not in the Press However

It's over and he is just fine. Prayers are still requested as the healing begins and we wait for the biopsy results. The surgeon feels confident that the news will be good but as he says, you never know with 100% knowledge until the report is returned. The surgery went really well and although the incision is larger than was anticipated it is still not a full incision. Now we wait for the bowels to wake up and hope all works properly and home he will come. Then the prayers will be for me to have strength and patience to deal with a man dealing with healing. Remind me of how much I want that right now.

Thanks again. I will be reporting in on progress here. Have to get ready to head to the hospital.

Friday, October 02, 2009

Prayer Request

My husband is going in for surgery today..thus the early posting. All prayers are most welcome.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Down is Up

Once I see a theme in the news, I just keep seeing it. Roman Polanski, anyone? Word is that raping a 13 year old who is under the influence of the drugs you have given her is only a crime if no one knows who you are. Oh. Also. If the victim says, 30 odd years later, "I'm okay and wish it would go away/" As long as you are a well know artiste, crowds of similar known people will scream for justice. Justice in this case is to let it go.

One more thing. The leader of the pro justice for Polanski is Woody Allen. Well, we know who HE is and by golly lead on Woody.

This subject makes me want to take a shower. As the character in the Wizard of Oz said, and I guess she would now be the heroine of the piece, victimized by a teen whose hormonal rage was evident throughout the film, "What a world, what a world."