Thirteen Things I Did Today

I already posted today, but it is Thursday... It was a productive day, I think. I bet I can come up with thirteen things to prove it.

1. I took a shower.
2. I made my bed. (These two things are important as once in a great while I actually don't get them done.)
3. I washed laundry and hung it out to dry. (I'm doing my part to save energy during this heat wave. Who knows, maybe we all still have power because I didn't run my dryer. I know that's why we now have crunchy socks and underwear.)
4. I made coffee, decaf of course. I drank the morning cup in my snowman mug and the afternoon cup with ice cubes.
5. I posted a blog this morning. This is also important. It helps me keep track of and sort out the things in my life.
6. I took the paperwork for my kid's health insurance to the post office and mailed it off. I also bought stamps while I was there, regular and Forever stamps. I'm stocking up.
7. I made an appointment to get my oil changed and brakes checked. It's been three months since my oil was changed and since I can't read my odometer, it's time. My brakes feel like they're grinding...
8. I stopped at the library for some books and found a few to read to Emma while she's here next week.
9. I visited with my sister, Priscilla, when she came over. I shared some ice cream sandwiches with her and Alicia and offered them iced tea. We also played a game of Chinese checkers together. I won. :)
10. I returned to the library this afternoon to pick up a movie I ordered. It's called "Haven" and is supposed to be about the refugee camp that used to be in Oswego, NY during WWII.
11. I sewed myself a new clothespin bag and found out I have forgotten most of the little that I ever knew about sewing. Oh well, it's functional and who's checking anyway? Hopefully no one.
12. Oh! I almost forgot! I gave the dog a bath this morning. She hates baths and usually runs when she knows one is coming. With some encouragement from Priscilla, I also cut the hair on her face. Now she can see again!
13. This is pushing it but, if I have my way, I will get that photo album together tonight so I can give it to my uncle tomorrow afternoon. I made a date to go visit him.

The day isn't over yet, maybe I'll even make supper!

Taking Courage

"... Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9

Time keeps marching on. There is no way to stop it or even slow it down. We are on the boat for the duration of the voyage and there is work to be done.

I brought an old book home from Mom's house the other day, "All Sail Set." It is a book my father mentioned in his first journal. Though I had intended to sit down and read the book, it was my husband who picked it up first and began to read. I think what struck him most in the story was how hard the characters in the book worked and were expected to work. It was their way of life. They worked together as one unit for good of everyone on the ship. They had to. We, on the other hand, have had it so easy that when difficulties come, not only do we often not know what to do, but we are unsure of how to implement what we know should be done. Sometimes we actually know how to implement it, but lack the courage to follow through. My prayer today is for courage, courage to follow through even when the opposition is strong.

Yesterday afternoon my sister and I met with some Senior Consultants. We talked of Mom's needs, our responsibilities in the situation, and some steps to take toward resolving some of these problems. I must admit that I am cowardly and I am thankful for my youngest sister who is there to not only encourage me, but to sit down and talk with Mom too. We are starting out with a changed mailing address and an unlisted phone number. This will cut off the pleas and solicitations for money that come in by the scores each week. (Now my mailbox will be full instead.) Next comes the search for a possible new home for Mom. These are difficult days for us, but we are not alone. There are others who work alongside, lend support, and lead the way. For this I am grateful.

Family Picnic

It did not feel quite like the Fourth of July, but we had a wonderful day with family just the same. We gathered at Rachel and Dave's so the kids could swim. There were no crazy bicycles, no pogo sticks, and no volley ball games, but there was plenty of food and family, lots of splashing in the pool, and a good game of Ladder Ball. I didn't count how many people were there, but my guess is about thirty. Maybe I'll count later and see how close I am.

There was a bit of excitement when Lucas was "pushed" into the pool. I wasn't there to witness it, but heard that Uncle Adam jumped in to fish him out. Jim had a chance to get acquainted with his new nephew, Simon, and Nathan brought Sabrina along too. It was a nice day, but I did miss my Uncle Chuck, who I hear spent the day in the hospital.

James and I left the festivities around 6 pm to take Ben and Hannah to camp for the week. They arrived late but settled in quickly. We are childless for a few days and not quite sure what to make of it. Sure is quiet around here!

Inside the Fort

It is difficult to imagine what our forefathers endured in the fight for independence. I tried to imagine life inside a fort but find myself with only a romanticized vision. Yesterday was nothing short of peaceful; blue skies, warm temperatures, and smiling faces.

We climbed the ramparts and walked along the top of the fort. We descended the stone steps into the cool, dark chambers of the casements. There were no guns or cannons firing and the floors had been swept clean. Some areas of the cavern were pitch black making us wish we had brought a flashlight along, but there were no wounded men, no shivering cold, no spider webs, and no rats hiding in the shadows.

My favorite part was the top of the rampart. I think I could spend a bit of time just sitting up there in the grass, soaking up the sunshine and looking over the lake. I've seen a tall ship sailing in and now I need to find a good book on the War of 1812.

Fort Ontario

Ben spent the past week at camp for work week and today we drove to Oswego to retrieve him for the weekend. Beth and Josh came along. Before heading home we grabbed some lunch at Wendy's, had a picnic in the grass, toured a museum (Check it out here. I had never heard this story.), and checked out Fort Ontario again, this time we went inside.

In an effort to cut spending, the governor of NY decided to close several state parks and historic places. Fort Ontario was one of them. Fortunately, people rallied and it is now open again. It was pretty cool to look around inside and go down into the tunnels where the artillery was once used. Very dark and a little spooky. It was also cool to walk around on top of the walls, or ramparts. Reminds me of a song...

Thirteen Questions for Thursday Thirteen

There are times when life seems overwhelming. If it's not one thing keeping me awake at night, it's my mother. I had a call from the dermatologist's office this morning. My mother's claim for services is being denied. It is no surprise to us, only a frustration, the result of those who prey on widow's houses. Not the doctor's office, the insurance company. The kind woman on the other end of the line took the time to talk and listen to my woes. She suggested I call Jane which I did. Maybe one day all of this will be settled. For now I have a load of questions running through my brain. Here's a sampling... (and a photo of "the Stalker.")

1. Why can't I just work through these issues one at a time and set them aside as finished? (My brain is tired.)
2. Will they ever BE finished? No sooner do we wrap up one thing than another pops up.
3. Who will help us sort through everything? Maybe Jane will...
4. What kind of care does Mom really need?
5. Will her short term memory ever improve?
6. Can she really manage her own oxygen?
7. How do we fix her health insurance?
8. How do we catch up and keep up with all the different aspects of her finances? It can make my head spin!
9. Will she ever agree to moving out of her home? She can't stay there alone.
10. Where will she move to?
11. What will we do with the house?
12. Will I ever learn how to manage in this "foreign country"?
13. Where is the brake lever?

As I drove about running errands the other day I wished for a brake lever on life. Wouldn't it be nice to bring things to a screeching halt just for a moment or two?

PS. The kind woman on the other end of the phone is a childhood friend. Her call today may have been an answer to the prayers lifted last evening. I am grateful.

Blogger Presents

Two years ago, on my way to pick up Hannah from camp, I stopped to meet and visit my blog friends, Apple and her sister, Country Girl. We had dinner together and Apple sent me home with two little Bee Balm plants, one of them a red Oswego Tea. This spring I decided to "weed out" a bunch of my garden plants. The little area was wildly overgrown, so with the help of my son, most of the plants were cut back, covered with cardboard, and topped off with a layer of mulch. My Bee Balm (red, pink, and purple) was spared the wiles of the weed whacker and now bring some life and color to the otherwise barren landscape. I'm thinking I kind of like just ferns and bee balm. (Yes, and cats too.)

What's the Plan?

Summer has arrived... What to do now?

A Ruby Throated hummingbird had been checking out my Oswego Tea (Bee Balm), but by the time I got my camera he was gone. I will have to look for him again when I have some time to sit and wait.

Pride of Baltimore II

I did a little research and found the ship sailing into Port Oswego the other night was the Pride of Baltimore II. My father was a great lover of ships, I think he would have been fascinated. At one time I think he dreamed of running off to sea, but then again he was also prone to being seasick. Either way he never tired of drawing schooners, whittling them out of wood, or reading stories of the sea. Mom, on the other hand, was and likely still is, afraid of the water. She claims to "swim like a rock." In spite of this, she once saved up enough money to take Dad on a cruise to the Virgin Islands as an anniversary present.

I had a phone call from my Uncle Chuck this afternoon. Due to his health, he is canceling this year's 4th of July picnic. Though I am disappointed, I also understand that often there are circumstances beyond our control. I'm not sure what this year's fourth of July will bring but I do know I'll be thinking of my uncle and praying for him.

Never, Never Land

I am not really a Skywatch Friday participant, but found myself taking sky pictures this evening. After dropping Ben off at camp tonight, we stopped by Fort Ontario in Oswego, and were blessed with a unique sight. A tall ship was just returning to port and the sun was dropping low in the sky. After posting about "Tinkerbell" this morning, I couldn't help but think of Captain Hook and Never, Never Land tonight.

Sunset in the comapny of the Oswego lighthouse was magnificent. Although the Fort was closed for the evening, we did enjoy a walk around the perimeter. It was a beautiful night.

Peed Her Pants Girl?

Em and Ivy were playing in the living room. Ivy arrived this morning with a rather nice sized container full of dolls. I listened as they played together. "She's Peed-Her-Pants Girl," one of them said. Curious as to what they were playing, I glanced their direction. I do like to make sure they play "nice games," but am careful where to jump in and redirect their play. This time my concern was unwarranted. It was just Tinkerbell, "Peter Pan's Girl."

Thursday Thirteen

It's Thursday again and it's been a while since I did a Thursday Thirteen list. I decided I needed some inspiration since I am am the only one I know who plays this little game. I googled Thursday Thirteen, came up with an official looking site, and visited a few new blogs like this one.

Anyway, I don't have any big plans for this summer, but I do have a few things I'd like to do...

1. First on my list is to finish the photo album I have started for my Uncle Chuck. Every July 4th he has a family picnic in the park and I thought it would be fun to thank him with an album of memories.

2. I ordered a windmill cookie mold and a sunflower cookie stamp too. I want to try making some fancy cookies. I'm looking forward to their arrival.

3. My flower gardens need some work...

4. I'm hoping to finally catch up with a couple of blog friends. Maybe we'll find each other at the beach this year.

5. There are some big decisions to be made concerning my mom and her living situation.

6. I want to spend some time just relaxing and visiting with my sisters.

7. I plan to have coffee with a friend. (I'm thinking of you, Pam.)

8. We need to find some wonderful places to take a summer hike. The Finger Lakes region is full of great places like Taughannock Falls.

9. Maybe I'll go antiquing.

10. I have plans to help out at Vacation Bible School, and take Emma along, but I don't know exactly what I'll be doing.

11. Hang laundry outside.

12. Buy some sand for my sandbox and then invite Josh over to play in it.

13. And maybe, just maybe, I'll have a yard sale and get rid of the extra stuff that has been hanging out in my dining room since we cleaned out the bedrooms in February. If not, there's always Goodwill.

Taking a Break Today

Wednesday's can be a little hectic. Today I added to the activity by agreeing to take Ben to a class in the next town... at lunchtime... with four children in tow. Rather than going all the way home and then running back out less than an hour later, I decided to take the little ones to McDonald's for lunch. Hey, why not? I used to be a pro at managing multitudes of munchkins.

It went rather well. I ordered 3 kid-sized orange Hi-C's and a #10 meal, size large. I split the 10 piece chicken nuggets between the kids (okay, I ate two), we shared the fries, and I got to keep the diet coke for myself. Emma did not think she should eat the chicken (She's a little funny that way..) but I told her it was her lunch and she was going to eat them. There were only three and she ate them without complaint. Lucas did not eat his very well. He liked the drink best, especially because it had a straw.

I returned to retrieve Ben on time but had to sit in the parking lot and wait for him to come out. We waited and waited; 20 minutes worth! Emma thought we should drive off and leave him there. I changed diapers on the front seat of my van. One was stinky and the other just wet. We waited some more. I began to feel terribly uncomfortable and had a hard time sitting still... Diet coke does not stay in the system long and I knew I would never make it home safe and dry, so I hauled everyone out of the vehicle and into the building where Ben was just ready to come out. "Hold these," I said, handed him the babies, and the girls and I headed off to find a restroom.

We totally missed the earthquake.

To the Library, Library, Library

School will soon be out for the summer. Since it has been my practice to read stories before the girls take an afternoon rest, we took a ride to the local library after lunch, actually two local libraries. (Priscilla would be proud.)

We have been enjoying stories by Cynthia Rylant. She writes about Little Whistle, a guinea pig who lives in a cage at the back of a toy store. When the shades go down at night, he wakes up and climbs out of his cage for an adventure. There are three Little Whistle books and I was hoping to find the third at the library in Ontario. Mission successful.

Though I know I can leave returned books at any participating library location, I decided to take the Williamson books back to the Williamson Library instead of leaving them in Ontario. The girls enjoy both libraries and were more than happy to visit two in one day. At Williamson a new book caught my eye. Something about the pictures...

We were almost home again when Emma's voice came from the back seat. "Where's Panda?" she inquired. Panda, it seems, had not been paying attention when we checked out our library books and headed for the door. The girls were too busy rushing for the handicap buttons at the exit to remember a small round bear. I turned the van around and headed back to town where I found Panda playing hide and go seek in the children's area. He didn't appear distressed in the least.

A Different Kind of Day

Words elude me tonight... I am thankful today for a wedding anniversary to distract me from the ache that otherwise most certainly would have set in. I am thankful for my dear husband and the twenty-nine years we have spent together, there is no question about that, but a first Father's Day without a father cannot help but be a little bit emotional. This year James and I are both without our fathers.

When my dad was sick, I decided there was one thing that I wanted to tell him while he was still here. I didn't want him to pass on without ever telling him I was sorry... I was just seventeen when my father took us to the town hall to sign for me to get married. I thought it surely must have been a terribly difficult thing for him to do, but complicating the matter was the fact that I was not the only one he was signing for. He was also signing papers giving the groom permission to marry. My parents were his legal guardians...

As I brought up the subject, my dad glossed over whatever embarrassment he must have felt at the time. Instead he focused on the reaction of the town clerk. "You're Martha's father?" she asked him.
"Yes," he replied.
"And him?" she asked, gesturing toward James.
"I'm his legal guardian," Dad replied.
At this point, he said, she lowered her glasses and looked at him over the top. Dad laughed at the memory. "I think she was looking for the shotgun," he smiled.

It was all water under the bridge. My father had come to love, forgive, and see James as a son. James had come to love, admire, and view my dad as his own. I watched love, trust, and mutual admiration grow in their relationship. On this our 29th wedding anniversary, I am blessed to know that God had His hand on all of us, healing hurts, planting seeds of love and forgiveness, and giving me the peace that could come only from asking my father's forgiveness.

(So much for words being elusive.)

Twenty!

Happy Birthday, Nathan!

Potted Plants

The school year is winding down and my days of tending flowers will be fewer. I am hoping to play catch up with my housework once again. Perhaps I shall sort though the mountains of papers that have collected on my counter tops. Maybe I will hold a yard sale and rid myself of surplus possessions. It is quite possible that I shall take a trip to the beach or meet a friend for coffee. Maybe I'll even find a good book to read. I think I might even miss those potted plants and look forward to their return.

Strawberry Fields

The plan is to eat strawberry shortcake this evening. (Nathan's is having a birthday.) In order that there are strawberries to be had, the strawberries had to be gotten. We "getted" them this morning. Thanks to a bit of help from Ben and Hannah, I have between eight and ten quarts sitting on my kitchen counter.

Lessons in Parchment Paper

I decided to try a new cookie recipe, Homemade Oreo Cookies. Things were going well, the dough looked good and smelled wonderful. It tasted good too, but I was missing parchment paper to bake them on. A quick run to the local grocery store. Now, I have never used parchment paper. It seemed a wonderful way to bake cookies. No greasing of the baking sheet and easy cleanup. The first sheet worked like a charm. Twenty perfect circles were on the table cooling when the timer went off for the second sheet. I opened the oven, grabbed the edge of the cookie sheet, and started to remove it from the oven...

My husband heard my desperate cries. "No, no, no! No, no!" I cried. The oven was billowing smoke already! The slippery paper had slid right off the sheet, turned upside down, and dumped my precious cookies into the bottom of the oven where they were quickly turning to charcoal. My Darling came to the rescue and helped me scoop the blackened remains from the floor of the "cookie furnace."I learned a quick lesson about parchment paper and flat baking sheets.

The remaining cookies turned out pretty good in spite of it all, and I may have to attempt another batch tomorrow as I have a little bit too much filling left over. (No surprise there.) What I'd really like to try making are those Dutch Windmill cookies. If only I could find a good cookie mold...

Talking the Walk

I enjoy our orchard walks very much. Last night we walked with Nate, but James and I typically walk alone. It is a chance to think and share together, to talk as we walk, build on our relationship, and sort thoughts. It's also a chance for a small amount of much needed exercise.

Many thoughts are once again tumbling about in my mind. Life is a myriad of experiences which shape us into the people we are. Like the trees in the orchard, we are trimmed and pruned until we bear the fruit God desires. I have learned that the pruning and clipping of apple trees is never really done, and neither is the hand of God ever done shaping and molding me. Though it sometimes hurts, I know it is always done in love, with my best interest in mind.

It rained on and off all day today; a little rain, a little sunshine, a little more rain. (Another picture of life...) We did not go out to play this afternoon as the ground never dried up and the dirt under the swing set was too muddy. Maybe we will get a chance to run around in the yard tomorrow.

Make It Snappy!

I took my camera along on an orchard walk with James and Nathan tonight. I missed the fox who was sitting at the end of a row of apple trees, he took off as soon as we turned the corner, but this little guy was going nowhere fast. He actually looked rather lethargic. We gave him a lift over by a small body of water and left him on the bank. I hope he perks up and finds himself a happy place to hunker down for the night.

Widows and Orphans

Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble, [and] to keep oneself unspotted from the world.
James 1:27

It is Monday evening, our night at the nursing home. I often find myself tired by evening, almost wishing to stay home. The house would be quiet and empty for a couple of hours. How nice that would be... But, nicer still is to hold a worn hand, to kiss a wrinkled cheek, to hug a lonely soul. I said hello to Lois tonight and watched her face light up at the mention of her name. I try so hard to remember names; Eleanor, Marie, Carol... Those are my new names to remember.

Some evenings the living room is almost empty. Tonight it was full, two dozen residents and our little group of eight. We were blessed to have Mom come along tonight. John and Mary have been asking about her for quite some time. She got the nicest hug from John who is in his early nineties. I am humbled to know how very much my parents meant to the people they loved and ministered to for so very many years. How will we ever fill their shoes?

Wishful Thinking

We went out to Priscilla and Jamie's house this afternoon and stayed for dinner. Sherman watched in fascination while Priscilla prepared some very yummy Bruschetta; little slices of bread with cheese and tomatoes which she toasted in the oven. I just may have to try this at home some day, just to impress myself.

Smiles

Somebody went to the prom.

A Not-Quite Empty Nest

Last night Ben was gone to stay with a friend. Tonight Hannah is on an overnight babysitting job. (It is Dave and Leta's 6th wedding anniversary and they have gone out for the evening.) Our nest is not quite empty and yet not at all full.

Yesterday morning the air was full of a mother robin's chirps. She sat on the edge of the barn roof and barked out directions. I'm not sure who she was commanding, I did not see her babies, but she was busy shouting out all the same. I suppose it is quite possible those little ones were out on the barn roof if baby robins can hop up the branches of a lilac bush. Either way, when I looked into the nest, I found it empty. I did not hear any frantic squawking or find any lip-licking cats, so it is quite possible that mother robin was successful with her little brood. I can always hope so.

In two weeks my house will seem strangely empty. My babysitting job... uh, I mean "garden tending"... will be over until fall. I will put the toys upon the shelf, return the children's books to the library, and venture out into my yard a little more often. Em will pop in a time or two throughout the summer, just to keep me company, and before I know it September will be here again.

Stretching and Growing

Last year I knew the Lord was working on my heart and preparing me for big changes. He walked before me, and though I knew something big was headed my way, I also had peace in Him. I knew He was in control, I knew He loved me, and I knew I could trust Him to carry me through whatever was coming my way. He has been with me in an incredible way and taken me through changes that without Him might devastate me.

In September my dad was diagnosed with cancer, four weeks later the Lord took him home. The journey was peaceful and, though the pain was terrible, there was a strange blessing in the process too.

Throughout the fall months and into the beginning of winter we faced another challenge, one of words and rumors. It involved one of our children (and another teen at church), and led us to eventually conclude we needed to find another place of worship. Unfortunately, the issue could not be easily resolved. This is also painful, especially because one's church fellowship becomes very much like family. We spent several evenings there each week and the loss of fellowship left us reeling a bit. Again, God is good. He began to plant us in a new fellowship several months before we were uprooted from the other. Little did we know, but much He did.

Now I find a new challenge before me, one I would much rather ignore in the hopes that it would just go away. It won't. It involves my mom and how to take care of her in her latter years. It is obvious she can not live alone, and obvious that Dave and Leta can not take care of her indefinitely. We are seeking out alternatives, none of which are simple. I know God has a plan and His way is perfect, He already knows the solution and has put in place the means to get there. If I can just remember that, I can have peace in the midst of this storm also.

PS. My garden is growing! Slightly different angles, but the same garden box.

Exonerated

Dave stopped by this morning and I asked if Grandma's hearing aide had been found. "Yes," he said, "I found it outside in the driveway." For a moment I feared it had been run over by a car, but he said it was safe. Seems Grandma took the recycling box out yesterday afternoon. She set it by the trash cans so Dave could take it to the street today. Somehow that little device must have been attached to her clothing and fell off when she went outside. Lucas has been exonerated! I am relieved.

Say What?

Grandma took a little nap at the dining room table today. She removed her hearing aide for comfort's sake and when she woke up found it missing. She is fairly certain a small boy must have picked it up and walked off with it, but his mother is just as certain he did not. In any case, Grandma is missing one of her hearing aides.

We stopped by Grandma's house on the way to and from the nursing home service tonight. We looked on the floor and round about for the missing audio device, but it was not to be found. I wonder if perhaps it clung to Grandma's sleeve when she got up from the table? I hope it turns up because I'd hate to see Lukie charged with theft. He so young.

Photo courtesy of Nathan.

Self-centeredness

'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.'
Mark 12:31

I talked to a friend the other day. She asked if I was okay and I laughed. "I'm feeling selfish," I admitted. Her answer surprised me on one hand and didn't on another. "There's nothing wrong with that!" she said. I didn't argue with her, after all we all feel selfish sometimes, it's part of being human, but how I respond to that feeling says much about who I am.

According to the Book, I am to put the needs of others ahead of myself, to think of them first. This is where some of my biggest tests come into play. Can I put my wants, needs, and desires aside in order to benefit another? Not so easy, and especially not so easy to do with a smile on my face. Though I fail time and again, with God's help I am able.

Playing Catch-up

All week long I have been quietly hoping for a return trip to the hospital to visit my uncle before he goes home. I almost missed my chance when they said he could go home today. Aunt Mary was on her way to get him when Mom got another phone call from my cousin. They decided to keep him in the hospital another night. Bad for him, good for me. I jumped at the opportunity. What a relief to see him smile and hear him tell his stories. We had to laugh when he asked Hannah what grade she is in. "Ninth," she replied. "You're a big girl!" he said, "Either that or you flunked a lot!" He has an interesting way with words... Aunt Mary said it wasn't nice, but we know that is really how he says, "I love you."

Monday was Memorial Day. I had purchased a small American flag, which I hoped to place on my grandfather's grave in a nearby cemetery. This is not an annual tradition, in fact I don't know if there has ever been a flag placed there. Sadly, I did not find the time to go to the cemetery on Monday, but I did take a little bit of time this afternoon to drive out and look around for my grandpa's grave and military marker. It took a little while, but I finally found the spot and placed the flag.

And now, I am off to the kitchen to see if those very ripe bananas are still suitable for banana bread. Maybe this will be a productive day after all!

Garden Work

It has been a busy week of tending "flowers". Lucas and Simon came to play on Wednesday and brought back memories of changing stinky diapers, listening to the baby cry, and having the phone ring all at the same time. The girls, ever demanding, were really very good and I was grateful they are old enough to eat lunch on the back porch by themselves. Hannah had gone to clean a house with Leta and I was on my own.

I found that the girls are just as suspicious of Lucas as they are of Josh. Bella was sitting in her car seat on the back porch when Lucas came along and plopped himself down on her lap. It really was cute, but she did not think so. I am beginning to think these two need to spend a bit more time with little ones.

Answered Prayers

Our prayers have been answered and my uncle is out of the ICU. Rachel took Mom up to visit today and found him smiling and making jokes. It will still be some time before he is better, but we are all much relieved and grateful to have him back with us again. (James and I had stopped at the ICU on Monday evening while he was still on the ventilator and sedated. He tried so hard to wake up.) I am looking forward to seeing him again soon and giving him a big hug.

Blog Award

I was given a blogger award over at Judi's place. It's pretty special to be thought of in such a way and I appreciate it ever so much.

Now, as recipient of this award I must .......and you must!

1. Get really excited that you got the coolest award ever!

2. Choose one of the following options of accepting the Oh My Blog! award:
(a) Get really drunk and blog for 15 minutes straight, or for as long as you can focus.
(b) Write about your most embarrassing moment.
(c) Write a “soundtrack of your childhood” post.
(d) Make your next blog a ‘vlog’/video blog where you’re basically talking to the camera about whatever.
(e) Take a picture of yourself first thing in the morning, before you do anything else (hair, make up, etc) and post it.

3. Pass the award onto at least three, but preferably more, awesome bloggers and let them know.

I got all excited that I received the coolest award ever and really tried to catch myself in a photo first thing this morning. (See 2e) I chased myself around the house, but by the time I caught up with myself I had already showered and put on my mascara... I'm not sure if this really counts or not.