I feel like I occasionally lose touch with this thing. Crazier still is that I can actually just completely forget about blog, email, Facebook and a computer (unless of course I need a recipe!). I don't forget, however, about the people who I am able to keep in touch with, thanks to this computer. You know who you are!
For as "unregimented" as my life may appear on the outside (not currently "employed" by definition), I manage to keep my days jam packed with a very wide variety of things and I have grown to like this about myself. I never used to be this way. Another "post health episode" silver lining? I dare say- I don't know. All I do know for certain, is that I understand the importance of using one's time wisely and as I continue to work on this little nugget of wisdom, I am eternally grateful for the realization. Now onto other things...
I have been doing a lot of cooking the past couple of days. Not so much just people food, but Lucy (the border collie) presented herself the other morning with the most pitiful case of diarrhea I have ever witnessed in a dog. She is on a bland diet for about 5-7 days. I will spare the details, but she was miserable and looked miserable and the kennel was an absolute horror. (Mark got that fun cleaning job.) Since she is an "outside dog", the possibilities for what could be ailing her are as infinite as the stars.
I called my former boss/vet and he confirmed what I already knew to do - and he added that I could also give her Pepto Bismol to try and get the bowel movements to ease up. I tricked her into eating it in her food and it was the ticket. Now, I have to boil hamburger and white rice for her every morning while her insides take a rest. (Hmmm - this sounds familiar....LOL) She is on the mend and her bath is on tomorrow's list of things to do.
Our Thanksgiving was about as uneventful as one can be and that's okay. For the first time ever, we met some family at a small restaurant for a buffet, and then went to a house later for dessert (well, not just any house...we knew them ;)
I made lefse again a few days prior to T-day and I think I am getting pretty good at it. I seem to remember something different about it every time I make it. I was pretty little when I watched my mother roll out one after the other - and sometimes it's as though she is right there with me.
Out of no where I remembered a couple little things she used to do - and it made a night and day difference in the finish product.
I never knew my mother past my age of 16 and her age of 46, but I miss that I cannot call her, or have her here to help me with the things mothers and daughters would do together. I never had an adult relationship with her and I miss it. It seems sad to type that and I get a little misty thinking about it - but I am so thankful I can remember what I do remember about her, so that is quite alot in the scheme of things, I suppose. This will be Mark's first year with both of his parents gone and I can already tell this is on his mind.
I can't imagine which one is more difficult? Never having the adult relationship with your parents at all (like me) or having an awesome relationship with your parents and it is taken away before you even know what happened, like Mark. I realize there are just certain things in life we are unable to fit in our earthly schematic, so I don't spend too much time "fellowshipping" with loss and sadness. But it does occur to me from time to time.
If I have learned anything in the past couple of years, it has taught me the importance of a days time, the importance of choosing our words carefully, the importance of relationships, and the importance of putting all of life's undesirable events and feelings into a livable perspective.
I believe fellowshipping with God and not life's events or problems has saved me from a lot of sadness and inner turmoil. Among other things, "casting your care" comes to mind as I type this. (Psalm 55:22)
But, beyond all of the reminders of loved one's who have passed, it was a great holiday and we had some friends in town we had not seen in a few years. We had the luxury of seeing them several times over the entire week. I even managed to avoid any huge food intake mishaps and I believe my discipline is alive and well (for now anyway!) I find I am a much happier person if I force myself to do a few good things for myself every day. I am sleeping like a baby again and that is a very good thing. Once I lose discipline, sleepless nights are soon to follow.
Well - that is quite enough of me for one post - I was all over the map on this one - but I guess it is what it is....the dribble born out of being home alone on a Wednesday night while my husband builds a bank.
Thank you and goodnight, Irene.
You, too, LFF.
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