Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Long day, good news

The hub and I had a whirlwind trip to and from Nashville today. We went to see his surgeons and get updates on how they thought he had progressed. The happiest news for him was that he could get rid of his back brace. It was the best news he had gotten in a while. As much as he hates the thing, it has become a source of stability and security for him as he moves through life. Hopefully he will get a bit stronger every day and the nerves that come with walking will go away. I am so grateful for the care he received throughout this whole process. As we sat in our first waiting room(we sat there for two hours), I was struck by the amount of suffering was in the room. Suffering and desperation and worry and anticipation. We were there not too long ago. Two people, praying that these doctors had the solution to end my husband's suffering. I saw those looks on faces. Negative Nelly here. But on the other side, after the endless wait, I saw people emerging from the exam rooms changed. Faces full of hope. Not all of them, but the majority. What an awesome and weighty responsibility to have someone's life in your hands...to have the words that could give them a reason to go on living or...not. When a person is constant pain, the thought of seeing no forseeable end to that pain can be a death nail for their life, mentally or physically I am so glad that B's situation seems to be concluding on a positive note. I pray that all the faces I saw in the waiting room had the same relieve as ours did when we left.

It has been a long day and I am exhausted. Happy snoozing.


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Monday, August 18, 2014

Getting ready to wait

Tomorrow the hub and I travel back west to see his two surgeons and find out how they think he is progressing. I am so very grateful for both of them and their expertise and work on my suffering husband. They gave him hope he hadn't felt in a long time. He is anxious to have a clearer timeline for his recovery and return to work.

I must admit that I dread the waiting part of the whole experience. WIth specialists you get long waits. Last time, we waited two and a half hours for one of them. While they had several magazines, the TV viewing was spotty at best. I am trying to figure out exactly what to take to occupy my time. I have downloaded the first season of The Goldbergs and a couple of my favorite movies. I am sure hoping that I can find a spare pair of earbuds...I sent mine with one of the kids who had them listed on their school supply list. The hub will play Sonic the Hedgehog or something like that on his phone. And all this will be for doctor number one. Let me say again, I am so very grateful for their expertise and confidence in not only their abilities, but also in my husband's prognosis. It makes a huge difference.

We'll give you an update and I will probably be bored tweeting the whole event. I'm a party animal that way. Night all.


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Sunday, August 17, 2014

Is it only week two?

I can't believe it is week two of school. After the first week, it already feels like we have been in school for a month. I must say that I am dreading the first project assignment to come home. Will it be a diorama? An essay? A book report? Whatever it is, it'll get done. I think most of my regular three readers know that I love a good diorama. My ultimate dream is to compete or at least be a judge in the Peeps diorama contest sponsored by the Washington Post. We can add it to my bucket list of "Oddities I would like to witness".

On a completely different note, today was an exciting day at church. I know that I have some readers who are not big on the wole church scene. I get it. A lot of pretty awful things have been done in the name of church or God. Fortunately for me in my life, things have been more positive than negative and I feel that church is my second family. Anyway, today was the time when all second graders got their new bibles. In our church, the four year olds receive their very first bible that contains many of the most well known stories of the Old and New Testaments in storybook form. Big print...colorful illustrations. I think the boy had the story of Samson memorized on day one. The bible he received today is the whole shebang complete with all the books. He stood up there in front of the congregation like a little man, took that book from one of the ladies of the UMW and held it so very tight. I pray that he will use his new gift as a guide on how to be a man, a son, a brother, a friend and a helper. I know he will use it well.


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Saturday, August 16, 2014

A saint in a soccer jersey

When August comes every year, the time comes for new school shoes, pencils, paper...and cleats. I know everyone is sick of hearing about our family and its life on the soccer field, but it is what it is. The youngers have both expressed a need for new rompers and the boy has been all but stuffing his feet into too small cleats all summer. So we went to The Soccer Post. They are our go to place for all things to do with the beautiful game. G had recently been told by someone, I'm not sure who, that she needed to get better cleats that were designed for a keeper. Whilst this might be true for someone who gets a FIFA paycheck, I don't think a 10 year old has any business being in $150 cleats unless their last name in Messi and they are moved at the expense of and paid by another country. The boy was easy enough and got fitted with black cleats with a white swoosh and NIKE on them. He was off to kick the ball in the store goal and have some fun. When G got up there, we explained her position and the situation...praying that our guy would read us loud and clear and steer her towards a more reasonable pair. Let me get one thing straight: Even if he thought she needed $150 cleats, it was not going to happen. At least not until she paid for them herself. He pointed out three pairs he felt appropriate for her position and level of play. She picked a fourth pair that was $30 dollars more. I made a little croaking sound from choking on my gum. He said, "We don't have that in your size. Sorry!". Then he mouthed to me, "Thank G-d!". We smiled and bonded a little bit. I then asked him if he preferred to be paid for his genius in cash or baked goods. He was fine with either. In the end, she found a pair of bright green cleats that will blind most opponents who come close. They are pretty snazzy...and affordable.

Bedtime now. Tomorrow is a work day and a late afternoon game a couple cities away. Fun, fun, fun.


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Friday, August 15, 2014

The first cut is the deepest...

No cutting involved in this. No blood or goo. We all watched G and her friend E play their first game on their new team. I was rather hesitant to move over to the club venue, but we needed to wear G and the boy out this summer and these people had one of the best deals going. A summer deal that wears them out? Bonus. We did have to contend with a little of the scoffing attitude knowing we came from rec league. That's okay. G played the field the first half. It was a little awkward to watch. She and E often had to play the whole field on their old team(along with a couple others)to help the less experienced. G is relearning the game and how to properly strategize. The second half she was in the goal. I really felt like I was going to throw up at any time. I don't give that kid enough credit. Yes, two goals got in past her, but she was pretty busy the whole half. That fire came back in her eyes and I saw her excitement and adrenaline...and it was beautiful. I know she'll have plenty of games where she does horribly and gets her rear end chewed off. They were easy on her and gave her lots of praise. What a great way to start the weekend.


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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Finally not so tiny

My oldest came to the car huffing and puffing today like a middle school sherpa. Her school team has still not been allowed to have access to their lockers yet. In the sea of beginning of the year paperwork, someone has forgotten to turn in something so everyone can begin their teens with back problems. I told her, "Well. You've been wanting to build up your muscles. You'll be able to piggyback an elephant by the end of the year." I asked if any of her friends had spurted up in height over the summer. I noticed at G's Meet and Greet that some of her classmates had grown quite tall. She name a few people who had grown up a bit. Then all of a sudden, she got a big grin on her face. "I'm finally taller than someone. FINALLY!!! I never thought it would happen!". She was as surprised as anyone and tickled to death.

They are all growing up way too fast...and all their friends are too. If only we could freeze time for a bit longer....


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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Well, I got the laundry done

I don't know about you, but there are a few things I just kind of hate to do. One? Wash windows and I mean really wash them like, um, Windex and paper towels and then shining them with wadded up newspaper like my mom and Granny did. Two? Brown ground beef. Why? I don't know. I just hate it...inevitably I get a skillet that is too small for the amount of beef I have and then I am too stubborn to dirty up a bigger skillet and then chunks of beef fall out of the pan and burn on the stovetop and smell and then you have to find a jar or old coke can or old can from something and dump the grease in that and I am not accurate with my pouring and then I have to scrub gelatinous grease out of the sink. It is just not my favorite, if you couldn't tell. Three? Do laundry. More specifically, the sorting pre and post. The art of removing one's pants and undergarments at the same time and not allowing them to separate is an art that has been perfected in this house. So one goes in the lights and one in the darks and the searching of pockets and the treating of stains the were forgotten by the stainer...do you vinegar soak a load of sour towels that someone left in a dark corner of their closet? The soak will throw the schedule of quick washes off and make the process last longer. Then you miss a half of a red crayon in someone's pocket and have to treat a whole load of your husband's work clothes and realize that you ran out of your little yellow bottle of Carbona: Crayon and Grease...so you go to the laundry section to pick up a bottle of that and one of the "Blood and Dairy" ones since that is just a combination you can't pass up. Today was a laundry day and I had a friend call with a parental conundrum and so we talked it out through the loads of laundry. I think I managed to complete the task without a single trip to the grocery store detergent aisle. Who's going to call when I do the mass browning of ground beef to put in the freezer for easy meals? Mama needs to stock up for the fall. :0)


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