LISTEN TO YOUR LIFE. ALL MOMENTS ARE KEY MOMENTS.
Frederick Buechner
Hi. I have been busy/lazy, but I decided to sit down and tap out a bit of a message this morning.
Lots has happened to our poor sister Sandy. She spent considerable time in the ICU at Iowa University Hospital! Extreme fluid retention, heart trouble, and now some things are going wacky with her kidneys. She is staying strong and tough, and witty . . . even charming the nurses while she was in such distress. Things are looking up, though, and she is finally home. Whew!
It's a brilliantly bright sunny day, but don't let that fool ya! It's bitter cold. Actually, winter has not been all that bad this year. A few days of brrrrrr, then fairly tolerable weather. My son and daughter-in-law just got back from a cruise to the Turks islands(?). They had a wonderful time and got out of their crazy cold Minnesota winter for a while.
Got out and about yesterday. Went shopping and had lunch with my Jenna. It was kinda an odd plan. You see, I was doing my hair yesterday about 8:00 AM and thought, ""Wonder if Jenna would like to go to lunch today…." About 15 minutes later, she texted me and asked what I was doing for the day. I think we were (once again) on the same thought plane. We had talked a bit and texted a bit over the previous days, but hadn't seen each other so it was kind of eerie that we were both in the mood to get together. Anyhoo, we went and had a nice time.
I also got my hair trimmed and styled yesterday. What a joke!!!! Seriously. I had a lovely, friendly young girl who enthusiastically tied into my raggedy shaggedy mop of hair. I told her that I just wanted a trim to clean up the ends. Well, in my experience, it always seems like the beautician encourages the customer (me) to yack on and on while they do their work so there is no awkward silence happening. This little gal began to tell me details about a wonderful thing that had happened to one of her relatives about eight years ago.. The relative had been in a lottery ticket pool at work and the group had won a boatload of money! (I remember seeing it on the news since they were a local bunch). After taxes, each one got several million dollars. She went on to tell me all the nice things that this relative had done for his family. It was so exciting to hear such a story. But, then as I watched in the mirror as she cut my hair, she became so engrossed in her tale, that she kept going over and over the same areas, trimming a bit shorter each time. I began to panic and wanted to shout, "STOP! You're cutting it too short!" Being the wimp that I am, I kept a smile on my face as she chatted on and on. The end of the story is this. I look like crap. Sigh. Oh well, it will grow back eventually. I just won't go out in public for a while. I'll house-arrest myself for about six months. (I've gotta be thankful for what I have left. After all, I have been bald twice since 2014, so any hair is a blessing)
I think I am getting Politicalitis Nervosis. In other words, I have been watching waaaaay too much politics on TV. My poor brain is turning to mush! I sure wish they wouldn't allow these potential candidates to campaign for so many months. Ridiculous. They keep saying the same darn thing over and over until I am sick of it all. Maybe they should limit the campaign period to three months or so. The longer it runs on, the more time both sides have to think up/dig up some lousy rumor (or fact) about one of their competitors. Yuck.
I have kept busy with my Woodbridge Building. It's been fun renting it out for all kinds of parties. Birthdays, bridal and baby showers, retirements, class reunions, lots of holiday events. Now, I am planning a really cool thing. A friend of mine who is a very popular caterer, and I are getting ready for a deluxe dinner experience for the local Prom kids. She has planned a fantastic menu, and we are using black tablecloths with white toppers and blingy table runners, nice china and glasses, with black chair covers and cloth napkins. We have really neat "tickets" that the kids will receive after they reserve their spot since we are limiting it to 36 people. So it's first come (reserve) first serve. It will be so cool for the kids to have a nice place to eat before they head off to the formal dance. It is getting harder and harder for a group of friends to find a restaurant that will seat that big a group together on Prom night. Wish us luck. It will be fun trying this type of function.
Well, I'm going to go get me a bottle of water. I need to shed a few pounds. I think the darn regular soda which I'm addicted to, has real sugar in it, and is piling on the weight. I drank diet soda for years, but Hubby won't let me have it anymore, because he swears that the aspartame in it caused my breast cancers.
By the way, I went in for another PET Scan a few weeks ago, and NO sparkles showed up on the film. Yay! So I'm pretty good for another five months...hopefully. I had it done on a Monday, and went to the oncologist on Tuesday for the report. I must admit that I was prepared for it to go either way. We all know that more chemo treatments would be do-able. After all, it wouldn't have been my first rodeo. Come to think of it, it wouldn't have been my second rodeo. Third. hmmmmm Anyhoo, all is good for now. I am not going to stew or worry about what may be ahead 'cause that is just a waste of good energy. Right?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY
Frederick Buechner
Hi. I have been busy/lazy, but I decided to sit down and tap out a bit of a message this morning.
Lots has happened to our poor sister Sandy. She spent considerable time in the ICU at Iowa University Hospital! Extreme fluid retention, heart trouble, and now some things are going wacky with her kidneys. She is staying strong and tough, and witty . . . even charming the nurses while she was in such distress. Things are looking up, though, and she is finally home. Whew!
It's a brilliantly bright sunny day, but don't let that fool ya! It's bitter cold. Actually, winter has not been all that bad this year. A few days of brrrrrr, then fairly tolerable weather. My son and daughter-in-law just got back from a cruise to the Turks islands(?). They had a wonderful time and got out of their crazy cold Minnesota winter for a while.
Got out and about yesterday. Went shopping and had lunch with my Jenna. It was kinda an odd plan. You see, I was doing my hair yesterday about 8:00 AM and thought, ""Wonder if Jenna would like to go to lunch today…." About 15 minutes later, she texted me and asked what I was doing for the day. I think we were (once again) on the same thought plane. We had talked a bit and texted a bit over the previous days, but hadn't seen each other so it was kind of eerie that we were both in the mood to get together. Anyhoo, we went and had a nice time.
I also got my hair trimmed and styled yesterday. What a joke!!!! Seriously. I had a lovely, friendly young girl who enthusiastically tied into my raggedy shaggedy mop of hair. I told her that I just wanted a trim to clean up the ends. Well, in my experience, it always seems like the beautician encourages the customer (me) to yack on and on while they do their work so there is no awkward silence happening. This little gal began to tell me details about a wonderful thing that had happened to one of her relatives about eight years ago.. The relative had been in a lottery ticket pool at work and the group had won a boatload of money! (I remember seeing it on the news since they were a local bunch). After taxes, each one got several million dollars. She went on to tell me all the nice things that this relative had done for his family. It was so exciting to hear such a story. But, then as I watched in the mirror as she cut my hair, she became so engrossed in her tale, that she kept going over and over the same areas, trimming a bit shorter each time. I began to panic and wanted to shout, "STOP! You're cutting it too short!" Being the wimp that I am, I kept a smile on my face as she chatted on and on. The end of the story is this. I look like crap. Sigh. Oh well, it will grow back eventually. I just won't go out in public for a while. I'll house-arrest myself for about six months. (I've gotta be thankful for what I have left. After all, I have been bald twice since 2014, so any hair is a blessing)
I think I am getting Politicalitis Nervosis. In other words, I have been watching waaaaay too much politics on TV. My poor brain is turning to mush! I sure wish they wouldn't allow these potential candidates to campaign for so many months. Ridiculous. They keep saying the same darn thing over and over until I am sick of it all. Maybe they should limit the campaign period to three months or so. The longer it runs on, the more time both sides have to think up/dig up some lousy rumor (or fact) about one of their competitors. Yuck.
I have kept busy with my Woodbridge Building. It's been fun renting it out for all kinds of parties. Birthdays, bridal and baby showers, retirements, class reunions, lots of holiday events. Now, I am planning a really cool thing. A friend of mine who is a very popular caterer, and I are getting ready for a deluxe dinner experience for the local Prom kids. She has planned a fantastic menu, and we are using black tablecloths with white toppers and blingy table runners, nice china and glasses, with black chair covers and cloth napkins. We have really neat "tickets" that the kids will receive after they reserve their spot since we are limiting it to 36 people. So it's first come (reserve) first serve. It will be so cool for the kids to have a nice place to eat before they head off to the formal dance. It is getting harder and harder for a group of friends to find a restaurant that will seat that big a group together on Prom night. Wish us luck. It will be fun trying this type of function.
Well, I'm going to go get me a bottle of water. I need to shed a few pounds. I think the darn regular soda which I'm addicted to, has real sugar in it, and is piling on the weight. I drank diet soda for years, but Hubby won't let me have it anymore, because he swears that the aspartame in it caused my breast cancers.
By the way, I went in for another PET Scan a few weeks ago, and NO sparkles showed up on the film. Yay! So I'm pretty good for another five months...hopefully. I had it done on a Monday, and went to the oncologist on Tuesday for the report. I must admit that I was prepared for it to go either way. We all know that more chemo treatments would be do-able. After all, it wouldn't have been my first rodeo. Come to think of it, it wouldn't have been my second rodeo. Third. hmmmmm Anyhoo, all is good for now. I am not going to stew or worry about what may be ahead 'cause that is just a waste of good energy. Right?
GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND GOD BLESS OUR COUNTRY
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