Just a couple of sillies I enjoyed today that I would like to remember:
Today I journeyed to the nursing home at lunch time to spend some time with my mom while Papa fed her lunch. It takes a while, often an hour and a half, to get her lunch down her. When I got there she was not eating well for Papa. He was pretty sure he would get this entire meal down her. We sat and he patiently continued to try. Eventually he got all her food and her milk down her. She truly turned her nose up at the water. I'm sure there was even a stern look at Papa when he tried to sneak the water in between bites. When she finished all the food and the milk Papa congratulated Mimi on successfully eating all her food. We said our goodbyes and headed to the parking lot. My plan was to take Papa to lunch.
As we crossed the parking lot, Papa was again recounting how Mimi ate all her lunch. This makes him so happy and he shares the fact several times with me. It is often the point of conversation when I call him to check on him. It is the one thing he can physically do for her and it is very important to him.
We ordered our food at Arby's and sat across from a couple with a 9 month old baby girl. Papa just love little children so it was the perfect seating arrangement. The father and mother loved having someone carry on about their beautiful little girl. After the family finished their meal, the father brought the little girl over to say goodbye to Papa. Really cute.
Papa continued to eat. I finished and share some information I gathered on a "Lifeline" monitor that we might want to get for him at some point. Papa eats slower than I do so it worked out well timing wise. He was able to finish eating while I shared the information I had gathered.
When Papa was finished and we got up to leave, I looked him straight in the eye and said, "You got your whole meal eaten. I'm so happy!" We both had a chuckle.
Tonight Claude and I were watching a movie on TV. I left the room for a minute and when I came back I picked up my needlework. Then I couldn't find my glasses. I'm lifting patterns and floss and looking under them. No glasses. I looked at Claude and said, "I can't find my glasses." ... Are your ready for this? ... Claude looked at me and said, "They're on your nose." Then we both burst out laughing. I just get so used to them being on the end of my nose till, sometimes, I don't even feel them there.
And that is Saturday Silliness for this week.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Observations...
I've experienced or learned a few things lately that I would like to include in my Blog. Here goes:
Observation #1 (Health):
I happened to catch Dr. Oz on TV the other morning. I usually don't turn on the TV in the daytime. However, this day I was working in my sewing room on a project and happened to have the TV on.
A portion of his program was a game about how guys do things and 'Should' you' or 'Shouldn't' you do things that way. There were two ladies as contestants. Dr. Oz would step up a scenerio acted out by two men. They each had a different way of handling the situation. The ladies had to quickly say which guys way they would do whatever the situation was presented. (Wow, could that have been phrased better or what? Your choice!!)
The scenerio that caught my attention had to do with making beds. Should you or should you NOT make your bed in the morning? I'll preface this by stating for years I've been an avid bed maker (for the most part). Claude has laughed when he got out of bed in the morning and came back to get in it and the bed was made. No kidding. So it is not any wonder this particular scenerio caught my attention. The answer: You should NOT make your bed right away in the morning.
As you gasp for air, I'll give you Dr. Oz's reasoning. All of us perspire during the night under the covers. When we get up in the morning and make that bed right off, we are covering up what is essentially a wet bed in the bug world. Those little mites that reside in even the most fastidious beds LOVE that warm, damp environment and thrive like crazy in it. So, Dr. Oz says we should not make that bed right off in the morning but let those sheets have a bit of time to dry before making it.
Observation #2 (Service):
While attending Church in Muskegon, Michigan last month, I observed a most tender moment as the sacrament was passed.
A bit of background here for my non-member friends...Each Sunday in Sacrament Meeting, our worship service, the sacrament is blessed and passed by the Aaronic Priesthood holders. We use the emblems of bread and water which symbolically represent the Savior's body and blood. They are taken to remind us of the Savior's Atonement and help us renew and remember the covenants we made at baptism. The boys who pass the sacrament are deacons and are typically the 12-13 year old young men. The boys who bless the sacrament are priests and are typically 16-17 year old young men.
In the Muskegon Ward is a young man who spends his life in a wheelchair. He appears to have no use of his hands, arms or legs. But he is old enough and worthy to pass the sacrament. I am assuming his father is the one who assisted him in performing this priesthood duty.
His father wheeled him to the sacrament table. They brought from behind the table a special handle and attached it to the front of his wheelchair. Then the father stood behind his son's wheelchair while the blessing was said on the bread. Usually after the prayer the deacons step toward the sacrament table and the priests hand the trays with the bread (water) on them to the deacon. The deacons then walk through the chapel in an orderly manner to pass those trays to each individual member to partake of the bread and then the water.
This young boy's father wheeled his son to the table, took the tray of bread (and in turn water) and hung the tray on the hook they attached to the wheelchair. Then he wheeled his son to the end of the first side row. The member sitting on the end of that row takes the tray from the hook and partakes of the bread (water) and passes it down as they do on the other aisles.
This process was just tender and very moving. With the help of his father, this young man is able to perform his priesthood duties even though he is severely handicapped. It was a beautiful experience to watch and to have it centered on this sacred ordinance at Church was even more powerful. The sacrament is all about remember all the Savior went through for each of us, the ultimate form of service if you will. What a powerful example was shared by the father and son of living service that way the Savior intended we live lives of service to others.
Observation #3:
Well, when I first woke up this morning I thought of three things I wanted include in my Blog. Now I can only remember two of them. I've gone upstairs and done my dishes and finished soup for dinner tonight and still can't remember that third item. It will have be entered another time. I guess I could say the third observation is I'm getting older and need to do things as I think of them or they could be lost forever!!
Observation #1 (Health):
I happened to catch Dr. Oz on TV the other morning. I usually don't turn on the TV in the daytime. However, this day I was working in my sewing room on a project and happened to have the TV on.
A portion of his program was a game about how guys do things and 'Should' you' or 'Shouldn't' you do things that way. There were two ladies as contestants. Dr. Oz would step up a scenerio acted out by two men. They each had a different way of handling the situation. The ladies had to quickly say which guys way they would do whatever the situation was presented. (Wow, could that have been phrased better or what? Your choice!!)
The scenerio that caught my attention had to do with making beds. Should you or should you NOT make your bed in the morning? I'll preface this by stating for years I've been an avid bed maker (for the most part). Claude has laughed when he got out of bed in the morning and came back to get in it and the bed was made. No kidding. So it is not any wonder this particular scenerio caught my attention. The answer: You should NOT make your bed right away in the morning.
As you gasp for air, I'll give you Dr. Oz's reasoning. All of us perspire during the night under the covers. When we get up in the morning and make that bed right off, we are covering up what is essentially a wet bed in the bug world. Those little mites that reside in even the most fastidious beds LOVE that warm, damp environment and thrive like crazy in it. So, Dr. Oz says we should not make that bed right off in the morning but let those sheets have a bit of time to dry before making it.
Observation #2 (Service):
While attending Church in Muskegon, Michigan last month, I observed a most tender moment as the sacrament was passed.
A bit of background here for my non-member friends...Each Sunday in Sacrament Meeting, our worship service, the sacrament is blessed and passed by the Aaronic Priesthood holders. We use the emblems of bread and water which symbolically represent the Savior's body and blood. They are taken to remind us of the Savior's Atonement and help us renew and remember the covenants we made at baptism. The boys who pass the sacrament are deacons and are typically the 12-13 year old young men. The boys who bless the sacrament are priests and are typically 16-17 year old young men.
In the Muskegon Ward is a young man who spends his life in a wheelchair. He appears to have no use of his hands, arms or legs. But he is old enough and worthy to pass the sacrament. I am assuming his father is the one who assisted him in performing this priesthood duty.
His father wheeled him to the sacrament table. They brought from behind the table a special handle and attached it to the front of his wheelchair. Then the father stood behind his son's wheelchair while the blessing was said on the bread. Usually after the prayer the deacons step toward the sacrament table and the priests hand the trays with the bread (water) on them to the deacon. The deacons then walk through the chapel in an orderly manner to pass those trays to each individual member to partake of the bread and then the water.
This young boy's father wheeled his son to the table, took the tray of bread (and in turn water) and hung the tray on the hook they attached to the wheelchair. Then he wheeled his son to the end of the first side row. The member sitting on the end of that row takes the tray from the hook and partakes of the bread (water) and passes it down as they do on the other aisles.
This process was just tender and very moving. With the help of his father, this young man is able to perform his priesthood duties even though he is severely handicapped. It was a beautiful experience to watch and to have it centered on this sacred ordinance at Church was even more powerful. The sacrament is all about remember all the Savior went through for each of us, the ultimate form of service if you will. What a powerful example was shared by the father and son of living service that way the Savior intended we live lives of service to others.
Observation #3:
Well, when I first woke up this morning I thought of three things I wanted include in my Blog. Now I can only remember two of them. I've gone upstairs and done my dishes and finished soup for dinner tonight and still can't remember that third item. It will have be entered another time. I guess I could say the third observation is I'm getting older and need to do things as I think of them or they could be lost forever!!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Taking Care of Business...
Well, Sunday, May 6th, was my first time out of my home in a week.
My plan for Saturday was to arise early, finish my Sunday School lesson preparation, then invite Papa out for the afternoon and dinner.
What actually happened was, I woke up with an ache in every joint in this old body. I stumbled into the bathroom and found some extra-strength Tylenol. Took the stated dosage. Curled back up in my bed to play a few Sudoku puzzles while the medicine took effect. (I am NOT a medicine taker. Just don't care for that process at all. The fact that I did this first thing is a direct indication of the pain my joints were in.)
Claude came in after the second Sudoku puzzle and I told him I thought I might try and rest a bit more. I snuggled back under the covers. When I woke up it was NOON. I couldn't believe it. Half my day was gone. So much for the 'best laid plans'.
Instead, Claude and I compared our Blackberry calendars through December 2011. Hayden and Bailey Skyped us. And I finished my Sunday School lesson. Thus ended Saturday.
Sunday was a delightful day, exhausting, but a delight nonetheless. I enjoyed going to Church for my first outing in a week. I was able to teach the gospel doctrine class in Sunday School. The horseness in my voice added a certain flavor to the class.
Then I went to visit my mom. Mom was curled up in a little ball sleeping. The nurse came in to take her vitals. I was going through her clothes, matching them into outfits and pairing her socks. After the nurse left I took my Ensign magazine and curled up in the chair by my mom and read with my hand on her little head. I was amused by the fact she would talk out while she slept. It was incoherent but something was happening in her head and she was talking about it. Alzheimer's is interesting. I sometimes wake up hearing myself mumbling out loud. I sat there and thought how alike my mother and I are on many levels. If you looked at my hands, you would be looking at my mothers hands 20 years ago. The need to keep those hands doing something all the time is exactly like moms. She always had a project going. I'm in process of trying to finish all these little projects I've created for myself without adding any more new things until these are done.
Even though Mimi slept most of the time I was there, I marveled at the closeness you can feel between you and someone else, even when they aren't alert to share. It reminded me of when Jake was born. I distinctly remember holding this new born babe in my arms, close to my heart, and trying to share from my heart to his all the love I felt for him. I just had the strongest feeling I wanted us to create that bond before I took him home to a busy house with big sisters vying for my attention. I remember feeling him respond to those thoughts and feelings I was trying to silently share. I was sure he knew what was in my mother heart and that he was feeling the same about being a part of our family. Sunday, I know my mom knew I was there for her. I just know that.
I visited Papa next. We picked out music for our Wednesday performance. It seems to me that when he and I have throats that aren't right, we sing most of our songs in A. When we are in better voice we sing lots of stuff in C. Then we gave Papa a haircut before I headed back to Sadieville.
By the time I got home after 4pm I was worn out and ready to curl up and rest. I worked at my computer for one hour and then walked away from it for the rest of the evening. Claude and I curled up in the living room. I pulled out my crocheting to relax and Claude searched the TV for something to watch. BONUS!!! Claude found the 25th anniversary program of the music of Les Miserables. It was done in October 2010 in a London venue named O2.
Les Miserables is my all time favorite play. Of all the plays I seen and totally enjoyed and could highly recommend, Les Misrables is hands down my favorite. I've been privileged to see it live at least 5 times.
This performance was just the music. The performers wore costumes and the lighting and placement of them on the stage gave the effect of the scenery and effects.
Every performer was excellent. The weakest one was Nick Jonas and he was still very good. His only drawback was that everyone else had better projection and volume naturally to their voice. They could all just sing louder than him. But his voice was great and he did an excellent job.
My favorite was Javert. He was a person that God has touched with beauty. Did you ever look at someone and think, "What great bone structure and features!" That is what you thought when you looked at this man. Norm Lewis is an African-American. Les Mis always uses many ethnic backgrounds in their roles. But I've never seen an African-American Javert and this was a perfect fit. With Mr. Lewis' beautiful bass voice, he flawlessly performed and sang his way through this role. Never once did I feel like he was working at either of those roles (acting/singing).
Valjean had an amazing voice and gave a grand performance. However, my favorite vocalist for Valjean has always been Gary Morris. His voice just fits that part.
The role of Eponine in this production was a lovely round-faced Filipino lady names Lea Salonga. She is best known for her role as Kim in Miss Saigon. I've never seen her in person but Jake has on the New York stage. He said she was wonderful there and she was excellent in this rendition of Les Mis music. When I worked at the Courtyard Marriott in Gaithersburg, Maryland, one of our front desk clerks was singing one evening as I went to check on my front desk crew. Her voice was lovely and I commented on it. She told me that Lea was her friend and they had studied together. Lea is the one that made it to the big time but they remain very dear friends. Just a nice little aside about Lea.
The treat with this program was at the very end. They brought some of the stars from the original cast of Les Miserables on stage. They sang a song from the role they played with some of the stars from the current casts and the cast for this special program. It was great. The show ended with a kids version of the finale song that has been created so kids can perform Les Mis in school theaters. It made for a wonderful end to our Sunday.
Monday I went visiting teaching early in the morning. Laundry was the project for the day. I managed to get Papa's laundry and our laundry finished and the linens on the bed washed. Don't you just love crawling into clean bed linens? I do.
Today my morning was mine to accomplish some to do list items. This afternoon Papa and Tiny came to spend the afternoon with me. We worked all afternoon on transcribing the cassette tape of the interview with my Gramma Duck (Papa's mom). It is fun for Papa to go back and remember his family history. There are places I just can't understand what is being said. Sometimes we have to listen several times to get what we think is said. Then we'll continue with the cassette tape a little further and go back and correct a name or city. It will eventually be done but it is a slow process.
Claude had meetings in Georgetown all afternoon. He called me when he finished and we invited Papa to stay for dinner. Claude brought us KFC and we shared a nice meal before Papa headed home.
I'm slowly getting strength back and working hard at getting back to normal without overdoing and relapsing. I'm not sure what illness this was this time but I know I'm sick and tired of being sick this winter.
Today I watered my indoor plants. I end with this picture of my Christmas poinsettia. I have NEVER had one last this long. It is beginning to lose a lot of the middle leaves and I know it won't last forever, but I'm so happy I'm still enjoying this splace of red in my kitchen/breakfast room.
My plan for Saturday was to arise early, finish my Sunday School lesson preparation, then invite Papa out for the afternoon and dinner.
What actually happened was, I woke up with an ache in every joint in this old body. I stumbled into the bathroom and found some extra-strength Tylenol. Took the stated dosage. Curled back up in my bed to play a few Sudoku puzzles while the medicine took effect. (I am NOT a medicine taker. Just don't care for that process at all. The fact that I did this first thing is a direct indication of the pain my joints were in.)
Claude came in after the second Sudoku puzzle and I told him I thought I might try and rest a bit more. I snuggled back under the covers. When I woke up it was NOON. I couldn't believe it. Half my day was gone. So much for the 'best laid plans'.
Instead, Claude and I compared our Blackberry calendars through December 2011. Hayden and Bailey Skyped us. And I finished my Sunday School lesson. Thus ended Saturday.
Sunday was a delightful day, exhausting, but a delight nonetheless. I enjoyed going to Church for my first outing in a week. I was able to teach the gospel doctrine class in Sunday School. The horseness in my voice added a certain flavor to the class.
Then I went to visit my mom. Mom was curled up in a little ball sleeping. The nurse came in to take her vitals. I was going through her clothes, matching them into outfits and pairing her socks. After the nurse left I took my Ensign magazine and curled up in the chair by my mom and read with my hand on her little head. I was amused by the fact she would talk out while she slept. It was incoherent but something was happening in her head and she was talking about it. Alzheimer's is interesting. I sometimes wake up hearing myself mumbling out loud. I sat there and thought how alike my mother and I are on many levels. If you looked at my hands, you would be looking at my mothers hands 20 years ago. The need to keep those hands doing something all the time is exactly like moms. She always had a project going. I'm in process of trying to finish all these little projects I've created for myself without adding any more new things until these are done.
Even though Mimi slept most of the time I was there, I marveled at the closeness you can feel between you and someone else, even when they aren't alert to share. It reminded me of when Jake was born. I distinctly remember holding this new born babe in my arms, close to my heart, and trying to share from my heart to his all the love I felt for him. I just had the strongest feeling I wanted us to create that bond before I took him home to a busy house with big sisters vying for my attention. I remember feeling him respond to those thoughts and feelings I was trying to silently share. I was sure he knew what was in my mother heart and that he was feeling the same about being a part of our family. Sunday, I know my mom knew I was there for her. I just know that.
I visited Papa next. We picked out music for our Wednesday performance. It seems to me that when he and I have throats that aren't right, we sing most of our songs in A. When we are in better voice we sing lots of stuff in C. Then we gave Papa a haircut before I headed back to Sadieville.
By the time I got home after 4pm I was worn out and ready to curl up and rest. I worked at my computer for one hour and then walked away from it for the rest of the evening. Claude and I curled up in the living room. I pulled out my crocheting to relax and Claude searched the TV for something to watch. BONUS!!! Claude found the 25th anniversary program of the music of Les Miserables. It was done in October 2010 in a London venue named O2.
Les Miserables is my all time favorite play. Of all the plays I seen and totally enjoyed and could highly recommend, Les Misrables is hands down my favorite. I've been privileged to see it live at least 5 times.
This performance was just the music. The performers wore costumes and the lighting and placement of them on the stage gave the effect of the scenery and effects.
Every performer was excellent. The weakest one was Nick Jonas and he was still very good. His only drawback was that everyone else had better projection and volume naturally to their voice. They could all just sing louder than him. But his voice was great and he did an excellent job.
My favorite was Javert. He was a person that God has touched with beauty. Did you ever look at someone and think, "What great bone structure and features!" That is what you thought when you looked at this man. Norm Lewis is an African-American. Les Mis always uses many ethnic backgrounds in their roles. But I've never seen an African-American Javert and this was a perfect fit. With Mr. Lewis' beautiful bass voice, he flawlessly performed and sang his way through this role. Never once did I feel like he was working at either of those roles (acting/singing).
Valjean had an amazing voice and gave a grand performance. However, my favorite vocalist for Valjean has always been Gary Morris. His voice just fits that part.
The role of Eponine in this production was a lovely round-faced Filipino lady names Lea Salonga. She is best known for her role as Kim in Miss Saigon. I've never seen her in person but Jake has on the New York stage. He said she was wonderful there and she was excellent in this rendition of Les Mis music. When I worked at the Courtyard Marriott in Gaithersburg, Maryland, one of our front desk clerks was singing one evening as I went to check on my front desk crew. Her voice was lovely and I commented on it. She told me that Lea was her friend and they had studied together. Lea is the one that made it to the big time but they remain very dear friends. Just a nice little aside about Lea.
The treat with this program was at the very end. They brought some of the stars from the original cast of Les Miserables on stage. They sang a song from the role they played with some of the stars from the current casts and the cast for this special program. It was great. The show ended with a kids version of the finale song that has been created so kids can perform Les Mis in school theaters. It made for a wonderful end to our Sunday.
Monday I went visiting teaching early in the morning. Laundry was the project for the day. I managed to get Papa's laundry and our laundry finished and the linens on the bed washed. Don't you just love crawling into clean bed linens? I do.
Today my morning was mine to accomplish some to do list items. This afternoon Papa and Tiny came to spend the afternoon with me. We worked all afternoon on transcribing the cassette tape of the interview with my Gramma Duck (Papa's mom). It is fun for Papa to go back and remember his family history. There are places I just can't understand what is being said. Sometimes we have to listen several times to get what we think is said. Then we'll continue with the cassette tape a little further and go back and correct a name or city. It will eventually be done but it is a slow process.
Claude had meetings in Georgetown all afternoon. He called me when he finished and we invited Papa to stay for dinner. Claude brought us KFC and we shared a nice meal before Papa headed home.
I'm slowly getting strength back and working hard at getting back to normal without overdoing and relapsing. I'm not sure what illness this was this time but I know I'm sick and tired of being sick this winter.
Today I watered my indoor plants. I end with this picture of my Christmas poinsettia. I have NEVER had one last this long. It is beginning to lose a lot of the middle leaves and I know it won't last forever, but I'm so happy I'm still enjoying this splace of red in my kitchen/breakfast room.
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Sermon...
I'm sitting here studying for my Sunday School lesson I'll teach this Sunday. We will be studying the Sermon on the Mount, but only Matthew chapter 5 this week. Next week we'll cover Matthew 6 and 7. I'm finding some great tidbits that I really want to keep close so they are going in my journal (translated Blog) while I study. I just LOVE multi-tasking!!!
These are thoughts I had or found while reading Matthew 5:
Time for bed. Those are a few of tonights notes that I really enjoyed. There are soooo many more. But these will suffice for this Blog entry.
These are thoughts I had or found while reading Matthew 5:
- "Pure in Heart" was a Beatitude that really touched me while studying it this time. I first thought of the fact that today we do not offer animal sacrifice. Instead we are to offer a 'broken heart and a contrite spirit'. I remembered the scripture mastery verse from seminary 1 Samuel 16:7 which states "the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart". Wow!!! If the Lord is looking at my 'heart' it better be 'pure'. I love it when things I already know just come together like that.
- "Peacemakers" sent my brain to a Relief Society lesson I was asked to substitute teach in 2010. The lesson was a conference address given by Elder Quentin L. Cook. One portion of his talk was about 'love' and the quote I loved from that talk I've added to the Sunday School lesson notes in case I feel prompted to share it. Elder Cook said, "I invite each one of us individually to recognize that how we disagree is a real measure of who we are and whether we truly follow the Savior. It is appropriate to disagree, but it is not appropriate to be disagreeable…If we show love and respect even in adverse circumstances we become more like Christ.”
- "Hunger and Thirst After Righteousness" made me think of Esau selling his birthright for a mess of pottage (Genesis 25:29-34). Esau's hunger must have been great. Do I hunger and thirst for the things of righteousness as diligently as I might for that Dr. Pepper I love or a chocolate macadamia nut cookie I might crave? Hmm...'
- "Love your enemies" was a new doctrine at the time of Christ. (Think of their aversion to the Samaritans.) Jesus supplemented this requirement with an explanation--if men followed this course they may become children of God. Their Heavenly Father is kind, long-suffering and tolerant, causing His sun to shine on the evil and on the good, and sending rain for the sustenance of both just and unjust. (I remembered when studying this that at this point the Gospel would still be taken to the Jew first. Later the Gospel message would be taken to the Gentile as well. Acts 10 is the story of Cornelius, a Roman centurion, and his worthiness to receive the gospel. Peter has a vision while in Joppa at Simon's home [Claude and I have been there] that let's him understand the Gospel is for Gentiles also. Verse 34 of Acts 10 has Peter stating, "Of a truth I perceive that God is no respecter of persons." Powerful story of the intent of what is about to happen with that simple statement "Love Your Enemies". I also remembered just teaching about the Samaritan Woman at the Well. Even as he lived the Savior set the example of treating those considered enemies as he treated everyone.
- Mere pleasure is at best but fleeting; happiness is abiding, for in the recollection thereof is joy renewed.
- The law (referring to the Law of Moses) provided penalty for the deed; the gospel (Christ fulfilling the law and instituting the higher law) rebuked the evil passion in its incipiency (I love this word. I would never have known it to use it. That is one reason I love reading really educated people. They have delightful verbage.)
- "As Man now is, God once was; As God now is, man may be." Joseph Fielding Smith at Snow College, May 14, 1971
- The Sermon on the Mount is our Constitution for Perfection.
- "The 'meek' man is one who is not easily provoked or irritated and forbearing under injury or annoyance. Meekness is not synonymous with weakness. The meek man is the strong, the mighty, the man of complete self-mastery. He is the one who has the courage of his moral convictions, despite the pressure of the gang or the club." Harold B. Lee
Time for bed. Those are a few of tonights notes that I really enjoyed. There are soooo many more. But these will suffice for this Blog entry.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Just Wishing and Hoping and Thinking and Praying...
I think that is the right order. It is the words to an old song from my teen years.
I've spent Sunday evening through today a might under the weather. I was mostly laying down all day yesterday. The night before I went to bed at 9pm and, while it was a VERY restless night, I didn't get up until 9am. That is a lot of laying around for this girl.
Sunday, Feb. 27th, Claude was to visit Owingsville Ward. Our home ward was having their ward conference. This meant I didn't need to find a substitute for my gospel doctrine class. So Claude and I scooped up Papa Sunday morning at O-Dark 30 and headed to Owingsville.
We were there early enough for Claude to go to a meeting prior to church beginning. Papa and I headed to the chapel to wait until time for the meetings began. It was nice to sit and chat with Papa. He is a real talker and does not get that need filled as often with Mimi not being at home anymore. So he enjoyed the talk and I enjoyed the listen.
Soon men started to come into the chapel. I kept waiting for others to come. I completely forgot that Owingsville is the only ward in our stake that has Priesthood and Relief Society first, then Sunday School and finally Sacrament Meeting. Finally one nice older man came up to me and said, "Would you like to go to Relief Society?" Then the bell went off in my slowed down brain and we all had a chuckle. I headed down the hall to Relief Society.
In Relief Society they had announcements about their upcoming Relief Society meetings. The one that caught my eye was the March Relief Society Birthday Celebration. They are calling it 'Sister Act' like the movie with Whoopi Goldberg. It will be an evening of talent by all the sisters in Owingsville Ward. They can perform something musical but they could also read a poem they wrote, display artwork they have made of any kind and even bake something if that is what they are talented at. By the time we left that meeting every sister was on board to participate. It just sounded like great fun and a very original idea.
We love to go to Owingsville. There is such a warm and friendly spirit among these good people. It was good to get Papa out of his apartment and into the country. Our bad winter had slowed that ability down for him and now the gas prices are going to practically eliminate it for him. He really enjoyed being there and so did Claude and me.
By Sunday evening my throat was getting sore and I knew I was not feeling well. Monday morning when I woke up I knew it was a stay at home day. I called Papa and told him I wasn't coming in to practice to sing on Wednesday. Wednesday I called and told my Countryside Homemakes Club I would not be attending and I called Papa and told him I couldn't sing. Now it is Thursday and I have not been out of my home since I got home Sunday afternoon. Yesterday was the worst so I'm assuming that was the peak of whatever this is I have. I just laid prone all day. Today I have determined I would stay up all day. I just done a project and then sit down to rest. But I've made it through so far. I bet I rest well tonight though.
I'm grateful that Katelyn loaned me her book titled "Breaking Dawn". It is the 4th book in the Twilight series. It is hands down the best of the books. Katelyn told me that this summer when we walked about it. She was on target with that assessment. It was nice to have this book on hand (I borrowed it from her when we went to Michigan in February). I felt like I wasn't wasting all my time being sick.
I did take my Sunday School lesson materials into the living room and left them on the coffee table to study. I tried. But my head was not as clear as I wanted to remember cross references and things.
Claude brought me chocolate cake and Ben & Jerry's New York Superfudge Chunk ice cream on one of his trips to Georgetown. Such a guy!!!
So I sit here this Thursday evening 'wishin' I will continue to get better, 'hopin' that I don't get sick again (this is my third bout with something this winter), 'thinkin' about how blessed I am to have this home I love to be in so that being home sick is not a chore and 'prayin' my mind will clear so I can focus on that Sunday School lesson. That about sums my week up!!
I've spent Sunday evening through today a might under the weather. I was mostly laying down all day yesterday. The night before I went to bed at 9pm and, while it was a VERY restless night, I didn't get up until 9am. That is a lot of laying around for this girl.
Sunday, Feb. 27th, Claude was to visit Owingsville Ward. Our home ward was having their ward conference. This meant I didn't need to find a substitute for my gospel doctrine class. So Claude and I scooped up Papa Sunday morning at O-Dark 30 and headed to Owingsville.
We were there early enough for Claude to go to a meeting prior to church beginning. Papa and I headed to the chapel to wait until time for the meetings began. It was nice to sit and chat with Papa. He is a real talker and does not get that need filled as often with Mimi not being at home anymore. So he enjoyed the talk and I enjoyed the listen.
Soon men started to come into the chapel. I kept waiting for others to come. I completely forgot that Owingsville is the only ward in our stake that has Priesthood and Relief Society first, then Sunday School and finally Sacrament Meeting. Finally one nice older man came up to me and said, "Would you like to go to Relief Society?" Then the bell went off in my slowed down brain and we all had a chuckle. I headed down the hall to Relief Society.
In Relief Society they had announcements about their upcoming Relief Society meetings. The one that caught my eye was the March Relief Society Birthday Celebration. They are calling it 'Sister Act' like the movie with Whoopi Goldberg. It will be an evening of talent by all the sisters in Owingsville Ward. They can perform something musical but they could also read a poem they wrote, display artwork they have made of any kind and even bake something if that is what they are talented at. By the time we left that meeting every sister was on board to participate. It just sounded like great fun and a very original idea.
We love to go to Owingsville. There is such a warm and friendly spirit among these good people. It was good to get Papa out of his apartment and into the country. Our bad winter had slowed that ability down for him and now the gas prices are going to practically eliminate it for him. He really enjoyed being there and so did Claude and me.
By Sunday evening my throat was getting sore and I knew I was not feeling well. Monday morning when I woke up I knew it was a stay at home day. I called Papa and told him I wasn't coming in to practice to sing on Wednesday. Wednesday I called and told my Countryside Homemakes Club I would not be attending and I called Papa and told him I couldn't sing. Now it is Thursday and I have not been out of my home since I got home Sunday afternoon. Yesterday was the worst so I'm assuming that was the peak of whatever this is I have. I just laid prone all day. Today I have determined I would stay up all day. I just done a project and then sit down to rest. But I've made it through so far. I bet I rest well tonight though.
I'm grateful that Katelyn loaned me her book titled "Breaking Dawn". It is the 4th book in the Twilight series. It is hands down the best of the books. Katelyn told me that this summer when we walked about it. She was on target with that assessment. It was nice to have this book on hand (I borrowed it from her when we went to Michigan in February). I felt like I wasn't wasting all my time being sick.
I did take my Sunday School lesson materials into the living room and left them on the coffee table to study. I tried. But my head was not as clear as I wanted to remember cross references and things.
Claude brought me chocolate cake and Ben & Jerry's New York Superfudge Chunk ice cream on one of his trips to Georgetown. Such a guy!!!
So I sit here this Thursday evening 'wishin' I will continue to get better, 'hopin' that I don't get sick again (this is my third bout with something this winter), 'thinkin' about how blessed I am to have this home I love to be in so that being home sick is not a chore and 'prayin' my mind will clear so I can focus on that Sunday School lesson. That about sums my week up!!
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