During the weeks of the HospitalStay my sister and I became number watchers. We obsessed over heartrate and blood pressure and Mama's temperature. For some reason, somebody decided that the Metric system would be a good thing to use, so her temp always registered on the Celsius scale. I finally looked up and found a… Continue reading Hey, This Alarm is Beeping!
Month: April 2013
Love Ya, Dear
It was three years ago this morning that I got a call from Mama. "She's gone," was all she could choke out before she broke into sobs. Mama would call my great Aunt Eloise, lovingly called "Aunt Wease," every morning and every evening to check on her. Mama traveled the hour and fifteen minute trip… Continue reading Love Ya, Dear
We had three mimosa trees in our front yard at Mama and Daddy's. The two on either end were somewhat smaller than the middle tree, and for whatever reason, the middle one is the only one we would climb. I LOVED that tree. It was my escape, my hideaway, my "house." There were two limbs… Continue reading Mimosa Memories
A Walk, A Wave, and Whimsy
While I had the sewing machine out yesterday, working on my little cowboy's handkerchiefs, I decided to try a quick project I saw on Pinterest. The pinner said she had a long-sleeved shirt that was too snug, so she split it down the front and center and made it into a lightweight spring/summer jacket. It… Continue reading A Walk, A Wave, and Whimsy
A Bandana for His Pocket
We've been home all week, with only the trip to the Medstop for a diagnosis of strep and by the pharmacy for the stuff to make us better. Today I encouraged the littles to go outside and burn off some energy, as they are both a little stir crazy now that they've reached that point of feeling… Continue reading A Bandana for His Pocket
The One in Which I share that I’m Not Happy
Okay folks. I'm not happy. In fact, I'm pretty much mad. (Warning--It's been another napless day. I'm likely to offend someone. You have been warned.) In the past few weeks, I have had conversations with friends and family that have broken my heart. It seems that people who have all read the same book are… Continue reading The One in Which I share that I’m Not Happy
Nice Normal Family
I saw this posted somewhere in the fall of 2011, and I sent it out in an e-mail to different family members. It cracks me up and suits us very well. As far as me and my people are concerned, "normal" is a setting on the dryer and nothing more. It was just a few weeks after… Continue reading Nice Normal Family
CatBit and Clover
This time of year in middle Georgia, there are these beautiful fields of clover interspersed with the tiny purple flowers that will eventually take over. I think the clover is precious, as it is only in season for a short while, and it reminds me each year of the story of the CatBite. I was… Continue reading CatBit and Clover
Honk Less. Seek More.
This afternoon I stood outside visiting with another volunteer and friend at the Daybreak Shelter during the family style picnic we go to each week. One of our friends came up and started a conversation. "See that grass?" he asked, pointing at the newly laid sod. I nodded. "Yeah, if they had put fertilizer on it right… Continue reading Honk Less. Seek More.
My Sister, Duck Calls, and Sal
The good news was I had a place to stay. The bad news was it was with fifteen of my new best friends whom I had only just met. And not even properly, mind you. We were all thrown together in the waiting area for the CVICU. Mama didn't want me to stay, but I… Continue reading My Sister, Duck Calls, and Sal