A Week Later

And I"m still plugging along.  We've had a visit to the ENT who probably was mentally shaking his head at us - he told us the very same thing a year ago when we were in his office.  But we got a nasal spray prescription for The Husband that I'm hoping will help.  Thank heavens vaseline is cheap and effective.  

We skipped the 1st annual "don't give neighbor gifts at Christmas, donate to the Utah Food Bank instead" mingle.  I didn't need the hot chocolate, or the cookies, or the being out at night in the cold, or even the sociality.  I simply couldn't.  It was lovely to stay at home.

The Husband had lunch out with friends two days in a row.  And we had an impromptu dinner with our favorite friends.  How fun it was to have them make time for us in the midst of their own busy, busy-ness.  Celebrating a birthday is always delightful. 

We headed up to the U of U for a granddaughter's BS of RN graduation.  She said it would be no longer than an hour.  50 minutes and we were done.  We noticed the vast majority of the audience was on their phones.  We saw games, texting and even a foot ball game on the small screens.  We are so pleased for our granddaughter and it was nice to be invited, we so rarely are.  How gratifying it was to make it up there and back and wind our way through campus without getting lost.  It's a maze up there for sure.

I've readied the few gifts we're giving.  Still a few left to get ready, but I'm feeling a tad less stressed.  We headed over to Sam's club for some pistachio's to give to our son in lieu of gifts.  (It is so difficult to not give gifts.)  I've practiced the hymns on the piano for my turn on the organ on Sunday.

I've been stressed, relaxed, slept well, slept not at all, walked outside in the morning and done my time on the treadmill.  It's been an interesting week.  Just when I thought next week was going to be quite calm, I looked at the calendar and got all tense again.  It'll not be quite so calm.  But it'll be fine.  🤞

I came across this article and enjoyed what she had to say about our church singing.  I wish more people understood the things she mentioned.  Our worship music (and indeed music as a whole) is a gift from our Creator.  It can pierce our very souls, warm our hearts and lift our spirits.  If given the chance.  

Power of Hymn Singing

Here it is Friday afternoon.  I've finally finished most of the errands for the week, even managed to steam the tile floors and vacuum the stairs.  Those are the chores I put off and put off.  It feels cleaner in the house just knowing the floors are in better shape.  I'm ready for a little time in a chair, resting my aching back, putting my sore foot up and just breathing.  

I'm grateful today for the real feeling that I can let go of some things and place them squarely on The Savior and let the atonement release me from pain. Grateful that our grandson was able to fix the internet last night - The Husband and I were both incapable and frustrated.  (A.I. that answered my phone call to Google, asked a couple questions and then just disappeared is beyond irritating.  It was downright awful!)I'm grateful for warmth in our home (not quite so grateful for the complete depletion of our bank account) and grateful to know that I can just stay home tonight.  I could even get my jammies on when it's past 6 p.m. and dark outside. And I'm also grateful for a proffered hug.  I am still running a hug deficit from all the ones I didn't get growing up.  

p.s.  it feels so odd to not have a picture to put on here. I'll work on that.😊

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