Monday That Needs a Quiet Nap

So it was an interesting week last week.  We had appointments and visits and more appointments. Neither one of us has any cavities - YAY for us!  The dr. has answered most of The Husband's questions and I think he might be willing to at least give a CPAP a try.  I headed to Utah Co. to order ham for the funeral (it was lovely ham, I'll use them again), to Costco to order the cakes and then back to both places to pick up those necessary items.

I love the spiral way these geraniums open, they're so pretty!
I spent many minutes on my knees praying for enough help, enough food and enough presence of mind to handle all that needed handling.  We had plenty of help, plenty of food and I didn't lose my mind and flee the building with wails of tears or frustration.  It all seemed to go well enough.  The family seemed grateful and the chapel was full for the funeral.  Over the course of my day (especially at the church) between the hours of 6 am and 9 p.m. I walked nearly 14,000 steps.  Good for me!

I was tired enough that we went to bed early on Saturday but I got little rest.  My constant companion these last two days and nights has been that cough.  I've coughed and coughed and coughed some more.  The only soreness in my throat is from coughing.  This is a nasty virus that apparently has already afflicted most of the valley, we seem to be among the last to get it. You'd think it would weaken as it traveled from person to person.  I'm not so sure.  The only recourse is to just endure, to soldier on.

Though I hadn't the energy to walk this morning (and my mental state really misses it) I was up early.  I've laundered all the tablecloths from the church (21 rounds and 2 extra longs, can really only fit 5 in the washing machine at a time though I did try six with less than optimal results, had to re-do a load), I've done the bills from Friday's paycheck, I've written several notes to people, fixed lunch for The Husband, taken care of the mail, watered the front porch geranium pot and now I'm done.  I'm thinking I'll head to the recliner, read the news from the day, maybe even read a book and just relax. The vacuuming can wait.

I'm grateful today for a washing machine and dryer that work great!  How lucky I feel to be able to afford quality machines so I don't have to go to the laundromat. I'm more than grateful for kind family members who give up their Saturday without complaint to pitch in and help at the funeral (it was a long hard day for them both!) I'm grateful for accomplishing enough things (and have enough stuff in the fridge to eat) that I can take the afternoon and rest.  I think I could use a bit of a rest.  I'm grateful for air conditioning in this heat.  And I'm grateful for a recliner.

A Couple Pictures and A Quote

I'm a naturally early riser.  I'm completely awake and aware at an early hour.  This morning, though, it was the quality of the light that brought me to the window to watch the sun color the clouds.  It was mostly dark, then bright orange and then just mostly light.  This picture was about 15 minutes past the peak color, but still lovely. And I noticed a truck alongside the trail pull over, the driver stick his phone out the window and take a picture of the sunrise, too.  I'm glad I wasn't the only one loving the morning beauty.

And the other picture?  Our weather station - and yes, it really does read 105 degrees right now.  Makes me wonder what the official high temp reading will be for the day.

And I'm antsy - waiting and waiting to hear how many family members will be at the funeral luncheon so I can order the food that needs ordering.  I'm feeling frustrated, but don't want to cause any issues.  Patience.....

I came across this quote today that I really like (italics added):

“No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God --Orson F. Whitney.

It's that enduring patiently that is sometimes the toughest.

Our tricolor beeches which are still amazingly pretty (though that won't last with the heat) are filled with chickadees enjoying some sort of meal.  Chickadees aren't usually this low in elevation by this time of year, but I welcome their distinctive call, the up-and-down flight and their cute little frame. But - do I need to spray the trees, is whatever they're eating harmful to the trees?  A quandary for sure.

And I'm grateful for PTO in the form of sick days, The Husband is kind of miserable.  I'm grateful for those who don't wait to be asked but take meals to sufferers on their own.  I'm grateful for a comfortable home, especially one that's near trails for me to walk in the morning - I actually made it out on the trail after several days absence and I find my mental outlook more pleasant as a result.  I'm grateful for a nice pan to cook in.  And I'm grateful for people who return phone calls.

Lots Of Random Thoughts

It's been a busy few days, and as usual, I end up feeling so behind when that happens.  Though in retrospect, I wouldn't necessarily want to change too many things.

The play we saw at Hale the other night was Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.  And it was fabulous!  It's been quite some years since we last saw this production and I had forgotten how much I liked it.  I was determined this time to pay really close attention to the songs so I wouldn't miss so much of the story, and it helped.  I loved it.

We celebrated The Husband's birthday and Father's Day in the same weekend. I hope he enjoyed it.  I love that we both are striving to be more content (and succeeding to some extent) but it makes gifting more challenging.  I think he heard from all the kids and that was nice.  He works hard and generally puts himself last in life. He deserves to be celebrated.

I made a gift for a friend.  Took it in to be framed (I have to wait for the coupon otherwise the framing is prohibitively expensive, even with a coupon I cringe every time at the cost).  The framer and another customer waiting her turn to be helped were giving me warm fuzzies about the project. Then I was asked if the recipient of this gift will know how much time and effort it took.  I just kind of chuckled - no, she doesn't do anything at all like this.  They insisted that the gift was all the more valuable because there wouldn't be full awareness of the depth of care the giver (this time that would be me) imbued in the gift.  I've mulled that over in my mind a lot. And you know, if she even has a small inkling how important she is-- whether she even likes the project or not, I'm good with that.

I finally sat down and read my current issue of Real Simple.  I enjoyed this particular article. I like that she learned to reach out and make her own home, wherever it is. I've needed that specific lesson a time or two, and don't think I learned it near well enough.

Finding Home Wherever You Are

When I was recently called to be Compassionate Service Leader in our ward, I hesitated for quite some time before I said yes.  The reason I finally submitted was that I knew that no matter how long I thought about it, I'd probably still say yes because I'm obedient.  Last time I did this calling it was hard.  I'll just admit it, it was hard. (I try to be a fan/observer of the understatement but sometimes you just have to be blunt and clear.)  Funerals are the hardest - they take the most time and are among the most physically demanding, nevermind how often I return from one just wrung dry from my sympathy tears.

And so now:  I'm in the thick of it again.  My visiting teacher had a stroke a couple weeks ago, we continue to take meals to a friend/member on his cancer treatment days, my other visiting teacher (maybe it's me that's the problem?) just had surgery on both feet (she'll be completely off them for 3 weeks!), another sister is having some severe chronic health issues that have gotten worse (she's at this moment in the hospital) and I'm working on a funeral.  I told the Bishop that perhaps I should have warned them when they called me to this position that there's lots of funerals when I'm in it, maybe they'd like to re-think? I know I'll feel better about things when I find out for sure how many people we'll be feeding for the luncheon, it's already a bit better now that I know what day it'll be. Funerals are hard things for sure.

And gratitude?  I always have some.  I'm grateful that yesterday I saw a sweet friend who has been feeling less than optimal, I love seeing her smile.  I'm grateful for children (daughters definitely have tender hearts) who reach out to their Dad and let him know they care, who put their love into finding/making just the right thing for him.   I'm grateful to know that eventually summer colds that settle in throats and make people miserable will die out and voices will return to normal. I'm grateful to be able to read books that enrich, entertain, and enlighten my world.  (I love this quote from one I just read, "that charity, which covereth a multitude of sins, which thinketh no evil, and suffereth long and is kind, should dig the grave and help to bury all the malice and envy which at any time had intruded upon our peace and harmony, and in their stead establish truth and integrity, twin sisters of charity..." --Jane Harper Neyman)  I'm grateful for people who offer to help with funerals and meals. And for hope that things will turn out all right.

A Whole Week


That's how long it's been since I was here last.  It was a tad challenging last week with The Husband being gone so long.  It was way fun, though, to greet him at the airport and enjoy a late night ice cream together.  Together truly is (for me) the best place to be.

It feels like I should have some interesting things to say - but I think I've run out of them.

I did come home last week to a yard full of dead tree trimmings.  Our next door neighbor had a dead tree removed, the removers left all the limbs, needles and dead parts strewn on the grass along our driveway.  (Our neighbors were apparently out of town and never saw it.) So we spent Saturday morning moving all that deadness into the street.  That was necessary for The Husband to be able to check the sprinklers. I had discovered at 2 a.m. that one of our sprinkler heads was actually broken right off - how long it had been that way we'll never know.  But that was good incentive to check the others and we needed a lawn clear of debris to manage that maintenance.  And yes, there are a couple other sprinkler heads that require fixing.

Spur of the moment we went to a movie - the latest Tom Cruise, The Mummy.  Worst movie ever. Though The Husband actually liked it, he said it was good decompression after a busy-tense week. I actually couldn't look at the screen during the rat moments - just can't stand those things.  But our post-movie meal at Texas Roadhouse was delightful.  (And I'm still of the opinion that any meal I don't have to cook/fix is delightful!)

She was a beauty.
Compassionate service: sorta busy right now.  I know of several people who are not well.  A ward sister is having foot surgery today and another ward sister had a stroke last week.  I'll be heading off to visit her later on today. People are wonderful about helping when asked.  It's just not easy for me to be the one asking. What am I supposed to be learning here?

And this morning I actually dragged myself out of bed for my walk.  I don't usually morning walk on the weekends and Monday morning I just couldn't.  Yesterday morning it was raining so I was on the treadmill.  My reward for walking outside this morning?  A silent conversation with this deer - she was probably only about 15 or 20 feet from me.  I told her (in my head) how beautiful I thought she was, and how glad I was to see her. She looked at me intently for a bit before meandering off in the brush.

The Husband has a birthday this weekend, it always makes me wish I was more creative to show him how valued he is. A package was delivered for him (which he's saving to open on The Day), Sunday evening our son (and family) gave him his gift early (they'll be unavailable this weekend) and I know our daughter has been making something for him.  His birthday is always pretty close to Father's Day and I never want him to feel slighted that the two are so close together.  I'll be making the traditional german chocolate cake with coconut pecan frosting (after all these years, I still fear I'll muck it up) and hope there'll be someone around to help me sing to him.

And even though I haven't been writing for a week - it doesn't mean I haven't been grateful.  I am so grateful to have The Husband home again!  I'm grateful he's one of those guys with the ability and desire to fix pretty much anything. I'm grateful for birthdays to celebrate. I'm grateful for Insta-care doctors who can help - even if it's a virus and antibiotics won't help.  I hope she recovers quickly. I'm grateful for a lessening (however brief it is) of the heat. I'm grateful for good books to read and for libraries that are close enough that I can stock up whenever I wish.  I do have a grateful heart.