Tag: aging
2021 suckiness 😷
Steady
Things to 💕
“Sarah Plain and Tall” – the book 📚 or the movie🍿
Good, hard-working, honest mechanics
Lady bugs, spiders, and chickens – the warriorguard of the home garden
Binge-watching “Sherlock Holmes” with Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch
The sound of rain 🌧️ on the window
english cream tea
Precious Ramotswe and Mma Makutsi
Walking my dog 🐕
Crackling fires
Thankful for a 🌎 with such wonderful things in it.
Not liable
Jesus thank You for
c-a-r-e- ing
about
my MS and
my heart problems and
my mental illness and
my parenting failures.
I want You.
d-e-s-p-e-r-a-t-e-ly
It helps that my life is so difficult for me.
I’m not tempted to be satisfied with it.
If I was
Effortlessly beautiful and
Incredibly popular and
Eminently successful and
had a million dollars…
I would probably focus on that.
Thank You 💗.
As it is, I’m not liable to focus on how easy my life is. (How boring is easy, anyway? I need to be c-h-a-l-l-e-n-g-e-d.)
You’ve saved my life, God. And made it beautiful ❤️.
Thank You.
Things to love
- The sound of an air plane buzzing in the distance
- Smell of baking bread
- Homemade tacos, any kind
- Fortune cookies after Chinese food
- My husband’s bald head and friendly smile
- Shakespeare and Hathaway, on BBC
- Celery, english toffee, dry fall leaves, corn chips, dry snow…crunchy things
- Cups of fragrant, steaming tea
- The smell of new tires
- Taking dinner to a sick friend
- Giraffes…comical and gangly
- Magic School Bus with Ms Frizzle
- Red hair and green eyes
- Toe socks
Find it.
Jesus.
All this apocalyptic stuff has made me cranky and self focused.
Give me a chance to do good in my world today.
Just something small but valuable.
Like a pearl.
Show me.
Help me look outside my anxious concerns.
See a way to surprise us all, not least myself,
with wonderful-ness.
In sickness and health? Real talk.
Ok some of my brothers might want to sit this one out.
#TMI
I’m having to think some hard thoughts.
About potty accidents
My girlfriend, whose Mom died with MS, was talking to me about permanent catheterization. What ever that’s called.
I think I’m gonna have to go there sweet peeps. 🌻
when I have accident after accident.
I worry about falling when I’m trying to clean up the third potty accident that day.
If I try to get out of bed and do anything that’s what happens. ( Like if I’m having a good health day and I want to cook.)
I’m on a search for a good urologist. Transportation to that kind of doctor appointment becomes an issue.
Do I want ONE MORE THING?
Probably not, but yet I might have to. Hmmm.
This is what we signed on for, right?.
” In sickness and health for richer for poorer”, right?
That’s what I’m thinking. 🌻
Too bad euthanasia is immoral. Grin.🌻
I gotta trust God:
He knows about all this stuff.
He’s the one who made potty and sex and and cooking and childbirth so MESSY .
I don’t understand You God. But I do choose to trust in You.
Screeching brakes. Smashing glass. Smoking tires.
I was planning to go away to the beach for my 🎂birthday.
Ocean view room
Fireplace
Budgeted out
Antipated for months.
You know?
It was going to be the first time I saw my brother since my dad died that’s TWELVE count em–twelve years. (there was a big snafu with a crime he committed against my child and stuff. People taking sides. Not knowing what to think. Family drama.)
I was excited about it.
I had talked hubby into it. I was gonna make it happen!
No kids.
My girlfriends were scared for me.
Like that.
Two weeks before my birthday….
Our car caught on 🔥
Cancelled motel.
Changed plans.
Stuck in the house still.
Hubby had to fix it.
$500 in parts later…here we are.
I took it as a big “NO: you’re not ready to see him”, from God.
(my girl friends were so relieved 😌)
I accept it, but it smarts. You know?
Grown up tax. Big time.
reboot my ❤ 