THIS AND THAT............
Well, I'm at the half-way point now. Three more weeks to go and we talk about taking this contraption off my arm. I'll be glad since I don't get much sympathy any more.
Mom was just in the hospital overnight; not even long enough to contact anyone. Medicine related; she's just fine. Percautionary; is that a real word??
Christy is coming in to spend the night Friday. She is in Louisville on business and will drive in about noon but has to leave out the next morning around 8 am. She is one of the funniest people I know. I told her she's coming in on a very special day. MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! She said, "Crap, I guess that means I have to bring a present!"
I will be "60". No, I will not be tramatized. My arm took all the trama out of me. Just in time. Wow. I feel perfectly calm.
My life is so boring I don't have many this and that's.
Later.....
Monday, January 23, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
BABY'S BREATH........
We kept Micah for a while today. Or, maybe I should say Papaw kept Micah today. I did get to play with him though. He's so adorable with those big brown eyes, and he did that special thing with his breath again. Let me explain.
One of the most delicate experiences I've ever had is to feel a baby's breath on my cheek. There is no other thing I can think of with which to compare. Micah does that sometimes when I'm holding him. It's always so quick and delicate it would be easy to miss. Sometimes, when it happens, I close my eyes to savor the moment and wish he would do it again. It's a different kind of breath...not just his ordinary breathing ,therefore, it's always a special experience. It's just so quick and light. I suppose that's how the delicate flower, Baby's Breath, got it's name.
Genesis 2:7 "And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."
We kept Micah for a while today. Or, maybe I should say Papaw kept Micah today. I did get to play with him though. He's so adorable with those big brown eyes, and he did that special thing with his breath again. Let me explain.
One of the most delicate experiences I've ever had is to feel a baby's breath on my cheek. There is no other thing I can think of with which to compare. Micah does that sometimes when I'm holding him. It's always so quick and delicate it would be easy to miss. Sometimes, when it happens, I close my eyes to savor the moment and wish he would do it again. It's a different kind of breath...not just his ordinary breathing ,therefore, it's always a special experience. It's just so quick and light. I suppose that's how the delicate flower, Baby's Breath, got it's name.
Genesis 2:7 "And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul."
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
YOU SAY TERMINATOR...I SAY FIXATOR
I got to show off my friend "THE FIXATOR" today. Most people don't want to see it, and don't mind telling you,i.e., my son-in-law. (although he is definitely forgiven because he brought me a hot-fudge sunday (handing it through the screen door no less). But, today, two ladies from the church brought us dinner, and they wanted to see the whole works! One of their husbands had an accident and has had multiple surgeries on his hand and they have seen it all and more. So, they were really curious and interested and even had a few little pointers to share. I thought that was pretty neat.
Today was a good day. Yesterday...not so good. Each day is different. Each day brings new discoveries and new things to learn about my current status in life. Kind of like God's compassions...new every morning. Lam.3:22,23. "It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not, they are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness."
I got to show off my friend "THE FIXATOR" today. Most people don't want to see it, and don't mind telling you,i.e., my son-in-law. (although he is definitely forgiven because he brought me a hot-fudge sunday (handing it through the screen door no less). But, today, two ladies from the church brought us dinner, and they wanted to see the whole works! One of their husbands had an accident and has had multiple surgeries on his hand and they have seen it all and more. So, they were really curious and interested and even had a few little pointers to share. I thought that was pretty neat.
Today was a good day. Yesterday...not so good. Each day is different. Each day brings new discoveries and new things to learn about my current status in life. Kind of like God's compassions...new every morning. Lam.3:22,23. "It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not, they are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness."
Monday, January 09, 2006
MY TRIP TO OUTER SPACE...by DOTTIE STACY
All I wanted to do was go bowling. The last thing I remember was throwing the ball, and the next thing I knew I was on a weeks journey into outer space. Most people think I live there, but I really don't. When I returned I brought a friend with me. At least I think he's my friend. He's attached to me at all times and won't go away, so I'm assuming he likes me. I do have cause to wonder though when I'm awakened in the night with a klonk to the head. He's hit me in the mouth a couple of times,and, I woke up in the night with my eyes looking directly into spikie little nails. Just a bit creepy. His name is "External Fixator." He fixes broken bones. People either stare at it like it "is" from outer space, or they try to pretend it isn't there. People are strange...I told the doctor I thought it looked really weird. He looked at me so funny and said, "Not to me..." I wanted to say, "Well, your're a little weird, too", but I didn't. (The drugs you know.) So, I guess my friend will be with me for a while. I can really hate him, and moan, and groan, and complain, (especially when he has to be cleaned! ooh,eee,eek,yow!)or I can be thankful for such a friend and "embrace" him. (Thank you for that advice) I think I'll choose the latter. It gets really hard sometimes, but, with the patient, loving, and wonderful care I'm getting,... what in the world do I have to complain about! Psalms 138:14...I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
All I wanted to do was go bowling. The last thing I remember was throwing the ball, and the next thing I knew I was on a weeks journey into outer space. Most people think I live there, but I really don't. When I returned I brought a friend with me. At least I think he's my friend. He's attached to me at all times and won't go away, so I'm assuming he likes me. I do have cause to wonder though when I'm awakened in the night with a klonk to the head. He's hit me in the mouth a couple of times,and, I woke up in the night with my eyes looking directly into spikie little nails. Just a bit creepy. His name is "External Fixator." He fixes broken bones. People either stare at it like it "is" from outer space, or they try to pretend it isn't there. People are strange...I told the doctor I thought it looked really weird. He looked at me so funny and said, "Not to me..." I wanted to say, "Well, your're a little weird, too", but I didn't. (The drugs you know.) So, I guess my friend will be with me for a while. I can really hate him, and moan, and groan, and complain, (especially when he has to be cleaned! ooh,eee,eek,yow!)or I can be thankful for such a friend and "embrace" him. (Thank you for that advice) I think I'll choose the latter. It gets really hard sometimes, but, with the patient, loving, and wonderful care I'm getting,... what in the world do I have to complain about! Psalms 138:14...I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
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