Things have been pretty hectic lately. The Woodbridge building is speeding toward completion. Our board members and some friends are coming out today to see the inside and the rooms! Really wish that Spring was just starting now, because we would love to do our landscaping and make the outside as lovely as the inside is going to be. Almost everyone I have talked to about the building (and lots of people are approaching me to ask what the building is for) have expressed interest in our purpose since it seems like they all know or have someone near them that could benefit from this type of program.
Therefore, "CHANGES" refers to the difference in a bare piece of land a few weeks ago, turning into a business that hopefully will endure and become an important part of our community.
The next "CHANGE" that I have noticed lately is . . . me. Yes, dear friends, I am becoming like my mother. I wish it were the things that she was best known for - kindness, generosity, patience, all the nice things can a person can possibly be. No, I am talking about her dingy side. The difference between her and me in this instance is that she had a medical problem, and I, well, am just normally dingy. Is that an oxymoron? Anyhoo, when Mother was in her thirties, she developed serious complications with her thyroid. She had the goiter problem going on, which required her to have some operations. But before she finally got treatment, she would do the oddest things. We would find her cleaning the house, top to bottom, at 3:00 in the morning. Then there was the time that she drove home from town with her purse on the roof of the car. It was a good thing that she drove very slowly! She had difficulty processing normal behavior. One of our top funniest memories of Mother during this time was the time when she was putting groceries away. Later we discovered that she had put her purse in the refrigerator and the milk in a cupboard. She was having trouble concentrating because her system was going 90 miles hour and everything about her thinking was speeding too fast due to her thyroid .
Like most women I know, I, too, take regular medications for my thyroid and therefore, don't have the problem Mother did. This is where I come in. I am finding myself doing dingy things. Two nights ago I made a big batch of fried Northern fish for supper. The left-overs went into a container and were put away. Yesterday, I went to my antique cupboard in the kitchen, and guess what I discovered? There was the fish!! I had put it in the cupboard instead of the frig. I AM GETTING JUST LIKE MY MOTHER! Only she had an excuse for her behavior. I don't. I must have too much going on in my head. Yeah . . . that's it . . . yeah.
I have made another anniversary. On October 25th, I hit my 6th anniversary of quitting smoking. Yup, I'm bringing it up simply because there may be readers out there that haven't heard about my "miracle" which I talked about in the June 6, 2014 post. If you haven't read it, please do. That was a major event in my life. Seriously. I had an actual miracle occur and I will be forever grateful for it.
Also written in the June 2014 posts was a story that might also be called a genuine miracle that happened to Hubby. I think it is the June 18, 2014 post that described how he missed being road kill by a matter of minutes.
And in conclusion of my "CHANGES" dissertation, don't forget stinking Daylight Savings Time begins tomorrow night. Remember SPRING FORWARD ---- FALL BACK.
Happy Birthday tomorrow, Nina
GOD BLESS YOU ALL