It’s snowing again. I can tell the temperatures are dropping because the heat keeps kicking in. There’s a bitter cold snap heading our way.
I should be asleep, but I’ve stayed up too late reading my third book this week. It’s a creepy one that has gotten under my skin and it’s turning the shadows in my room into unwelcome sentinels I keep catching out of the corner of my eye. Curse my overactive imagination.
But I’m going to turn out my light and take my chances that the shadows won’t move and hopefully I’ll soon fall to sleep.
Thank you for your continued prayers. My father has been home for over a week now and he has made amazing strides in his recovery. Bringing him home to recover here was the best solution. ❤️❤️
I was riding shotgun with Donald Trump in a white panel van. It was loaded down with construction equipment dangling from the interior walls and taking up all the floor space. We were on our way to build a wall.
Donald was in a hurry, weaving in and out of heavy rush hour traffic, muttering to himself. We got behind a particularly slowing moving pick up truck. Frustrated with the delay, Donald swung the van onto the shoulder and floored it. As we ran out of useable pavement beneath us, we went off road, driving over grassy hills and knolls. The combination of speed and the unevenness of the ground proved too much for our van, and it began to flip, first back to front, back to front and then sideways.
In slow motion, Donald and I watched the world spin as we tumbled and flipped, the van finally came to a stop, upside down. We hung suspended by our seatbelts, thankful neither of us were hurt.
We freed ourselves from our crumpled prison, and made our way to my mother, who was waiting outside a midwestern farmhouse surrounded by dried and dusty cornfields.
“There you are,” she said in exasperation. “Do you know how long you’ve been gone?!? NINE MONTHS! You’ve been gone nine whole months!! I knew it. I knew the aliens were going to take you.” She shook her head in disappointment.
And that’s when I woke up.
I think I’m going to lay off the Spicy Green Curry from now on… at least close to bedtime!
My mission was simple… Walk into Home Goods and buy a mug.
I’ve been working at the shop quite a bit lately, and everyday I get there I remember that I don’t have a mug. So when it’s time to have coffee, I find myself drinking it out of a two cup Pyrex measuring glass.
Today I remembered when we were almost there, so we stopped at Home Goods so I could grab one.
The first one I found was a cutesie New York City scene, complete with taxis and skyscrapers. NYC stuff always makes me a little nostalgic, so I carried it around the store until my eyes landed on the quirkiest and oddest mugs I could find.
Back went the NYC mug and I’m now the proud owner of these silly hipster donkey and raccoon mugs. So much better than drinking from Pyrex!
A week ago I thought it might be a good idea to take down the Christmas trees, but then it snowed this weekend and Christmas trees look even better when there is snow!! And we are supposed to get more snow this weekend, so obviously we can’t take them down yet! Here’s to keeping up Christmas trees all winter long! 😂
“I’m going to sleep in my coat and my boots!” Baby E declared last night before bedtime.
“Why would you want to do that?” I asked.
“So when it’s tomorrow I can go outside and play in the snow!”
Needless to say, Baby E was excited about the snow. After breakfast we dug out the snow stuff and headed outside to shovel the driveway. We had made a pretty good dent on it when a sweet neighbor lent us his snowblower and Tim finished off the job pretty quickly after that.
We took a break to replenish with some lunch and we headed out again, this time to play! The kids did some sledding and then the real fun began. The kids had been begging to build snow forts and have a snow ball fight, so we broke up into teams and staked out our bases. My team was me, C, and Baby E. We found our spot on the south side if the driveway while Tim and Big E took up camp on the north.
Then both teams started preparations. We built up our snow forts (a wall pushed up against the edge of the driveway.) Ours was about 8 feet long and three feet tall. Once we were happy with that, we retrieved some plastic cups and started making our ammunition of snowballs packed with some ice to keep them together. All the while, the guys were doing the same.
When we finally finished, we were ready for battle. We took up our positions and the fighting commenced. Baby E took the first damage with a snowball to the face that was intended for me, but missed its mark.
The volley of shots continued for at least a half hour, as we made new snow balls and retrieved the ones aimed at us. In the end, the boys won, as my team yielded to the cold and the promise of hot cocoa.
It’s not often that we get that much reckless, silly, hilarious family time. We screamed and laughed and froze our fingers in the dropping temperatures. Our reward of hot cocoa was well earned!
There are no alarms set. Church was cancelled because of the snow. The kids have been asked to not wake us up in the morning.
This has been a physically exhausting week. My hands are scratchy like the sandpaper I’ve worked with. The sensor on my phone no longer recognizes my fingerprint. Every muscle hurts and my hands are riddled with splinters.
So tonight we sleep and tomorrow we relax. In anticipation of our quiet day, I stopped by the book store on the way home and picked up a few options. I’ve already started one this evening.
The kids will want to play in the snow, and I will happily oblige them, and with Tim home, I am looking forward to some family memories!
Thank you for your continued prayers for my dad. He is adjusting well to being home and is already gaining strength!
I’m blogging while standing in line at Harris Teeter at 12:38 in the morning. Yes, there is a line. I’m so tired. A thirteen hour day at the shop has me feeling like Baby E with his spontaneous nap!!
It’s late and I just spent the past twenty minutes digging splinters out of my hands. I’m not sure if I got them all because they were so small. I only knew they were there because my hand would sting every time I touched something! I guess it’s an occupational hazard when you spend your day sanding.
My dad’s first day home was a success, from what I understand. The kids and I joined Tim at the shop today, but I made sure to call in and check on dad throughout the day. He starts PT in a few days, but he was already up and taking some steps today. I’m very proud of his progress!
I know he’s incredibly happy to be home and we are excited he is here!
We got a phone call this afternoon that dad was being discharged from the hospital. We figured they would be doing it sometime this week, but no one had discussed it with us. The caseworker called and said that he would be leaving today and that we needed to finalize where he would be going. Weeks ago we had requested a facility near our home, but today they told us there were no empty beds there. The caseworker gave us the name of an alternate place and when I researched it the reviews were atrocious. I almost cried reading the reactions of former patients and families. There was no way we could let him go there. We asked for more options and as she read them off, I googled them. One after another were horrible and far away. Stories of neglect, abuse, malnutrition, etc abounded with each facility. I was heartbroken. There were so many red flags. My father can’t walk right now and needs rehab, but there’s no way we could send him to any of those places. We were met with a rather unsympathetic response from the caseworker and then I asked what it would take to bring him home. She explained that an ambulance could bring him here and then PT and OT would come to the house for appointments. So this evening, they brought dad home.
To be honest, I am both thrilled and nervous to have him here. For his safety and comfort we had hoped to have him stronger before coming home. We do think he will recover faster in a familiar and comfortable place, with family right here. I am looking forward to spending more time with him and I am grateful to not be driving an hour each way to see him.
I am so happy to see that God has continued to answer our prayers. The past month has been difficult, but we have seen God yet again (!) answering our prayers in a tangible way, and today was no different. Tonight we are all under the same roof, as it should be. I am so very thankful!