Pain . . .

If you imagine a human shape drawn out on graph paper in proper proportions and then imagine the mid section from the navel to the neck burning, not flames but a metal burn and on this section of the graph the technician has added all possible interstices and you may get a feel for the pain at every point, especially noticeable when a body is in a prone position. On rising, walking, standing and sitting the pain is greatly reduced and almost forgettable especially if there are beautiful birds to be seen out jet setting between the feeders and trees. You know and appreciate that you are still a precious human being that the Lord has favored, why? who knows but He has, and that's perfect for moi.

Without P&D's Pop I could never be on the recovery road as I am. I don't even feel sorry for myself just grateful that the nurses and doctors in my life have been so astute in helping me grow up. It's a wild journey and though arduous, torturous and painful it's a Wow ride. Life is full of changes, love and good people. I am thankful. I am thankful for P&D's Pop and the three children we share and all they have brought into our lives. Je vous remercie, mon doux Seigneur.

No longer a garage door opener . . .

It's so odd to know that soon, when I get permission to drive again, I will have an automatic garage door opener. P&D's Pop ordered one from Amazon and did some preliminary work getting ready for the installation. I suggested he put one in for his door too but he is declining to do so which doesn't surprise me, naturellement. I don't think I would be able to open one of those doors for a very long time. Not sure when I'll get permission to drive but it will be helpful not to have to wait for P&D's Pop to do all of the work. The visiting nurse will come this afternoon to check out how I'm doing. I think she will be well pleased. Oneco friend dropped by yesterday with a basket of African Violets. So thoughtful and appreciated. P&D's Pop has already gone shopping at Big Y this morning. He's getting good at this stuff! We've been watching Fraiser in the evenings - laughing is good for what ails you.

Mentholated pain . .

Well I'm beginning to feel a bit more like my old self every day.  Underwent a pretty important medical procedure almost two weeks ago. It was a life altering affair. I believe that when I am pretty much recovered and on to a three day a week regimen of exercise I shall feels as if I am no longer 72 years old but 62. I already feel pretty enthusiastic, tired, hurting but doing fine. The doctors and their teams are so incredibly perfect in their jobs. I can't fathom where some super intelligent, hard working people can accomplish so much in the medical field. You really do have to thank the Lord of heaven and earth for creating human beings with such magnificent capabilities.

Door County Peninsula . . .

Ended up roaming around the Door County Peninsula in my dreams last night. I remember when our oldest took us for a beautiful ride when we visited him in Wisconsin and it felt as if we were driving up the New England coast line. It was a great dream but P&D's Pop woke me up for breakfast and that was that. I'm reading a novel that takes place on Washington Island and I'm sure that's what precipitated the dream. Maybe tonight I can dream about The House on the Rock and The Dells. That would be sweet. We were there in 1996. Big changes in our lives since then. Those Kiddos are all grown and living their interesting lives while we appreciate them and their accomplishments. Very nice indeed.

Weird insight . . .

Haven't been writing lately. But today I think I've come to the conclusion that wanting to be Ma instead of Mom was my brain's way of not letting go of our Big Kids. I believe that Ma is really the equivalent of Mommy that I absolutely despise when I see it used in social media or when I hear a grown woman speak with her Mother and call her Mommy. It grates on me so much I think I have a true phobia. But . . . as I listen to our adult progeny I realize that they have been more adept at letting go than I. They already refer to me as Mom and they're right; I am Mom - not a Ma who may try to get her way because she is their Ma who with their Dad and Great Aunt helped to raise them. So as I realize this I am  happy to be Mom and let our big kiddos continue their lives as they have been doing. They are certainly the very capable humans we wanted them to be.

That was odd . . .

The prodigal's return

We had a chance to go out for breakfast this morning and headed off to the American Diner on Route 12 in Plainfield. We have been going there for a couple of months since Central Village closed. The odd thing is there was only the cook. Yes, he was alone. He had already served two customers before us and then at least three more came in while we were there. It's really a big restaurant and I was surprised at this lack of help. I got our coffee and poured for another customer too. The cook came over to make sure we were doing okay when he had a break; he told us he had no access to the computer or cash register and he figured we owed about $15. He didn't make slips for anyone so we left him $18 and I put it on a shelf near the kitchen and told him where the money was. It seems a waitress had called and said she'd be a few minutes late but an hour had gone by and he was still alone. Qui sait?

Will go to Big Y and pick up the items I need for Sunday's Easter Dinner. I like to get a head start! P&D's Pop is at the high school helping out with the battery powered car and the stage props for The Wizard of Oz. Such a character I have married!

Quote:   There is no genius in life like the genius of energy and industry.   __D.G. Mitchell

Interesting . . .

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We received a bill for SiriusXM for the coming year with a base price of $179 and a total price of $204. I called them in January. At that time I explained that anything over $100 was really way too much so the lady whittled it down to $119 but said I had to call them today to get this great deal as our subscription ends tomorrow. So . . . I spoke with a young man who was very polite but difficult to understand and at the end of a half hour or more we ended up with me talking him into $100 for the year. I have no clue how I did that; they must be desperate. I was upset at first when he told me that the $119 charge was the basic rate and by the time he added it all up he was at $146, then $134 but I kept saying that's too much. After many breaks in the conversation and being on hold quite a few times I finally ended up with my $100 for the year.  Pretty good, I think. We really only listen to about three stations but I like them with no advertisements so I'm happy and P&D's Pop doesn't mind as he gets to listen to his Bluegrass.

Went out for a light lunch on this most beautiful day. Waiting for Winter to call it quits. I actually opened the door near the TV and let the sun shine in. It was glorious.

Quote:  Let us enjoy the fugitive hour.  Man has no harbor, time has no shore, it rushes on and carries us with it.  __Lamartine