Just A Few Things

that I want to remember.

Saturday will be our last day at the Bishop's Storehouse.  It's time. Time to be finished. But there are some people that I will sorely miss.  One of the ladies there says she's determined to do a lunch with our core group every month.  I hope it will happen, though I know the nature of life.  She gifted me this cute little straw topper.  Our daughter has some and every time I see them I think I should buy one for me.  Now I have one that is better than one I could have bought because someone gave it to me. She gave one to The Husband, also, but he rarely uses a straw water bottle.

Monday we went to see our finance guy / friend.  He's very kind and we like him.  But ultimately we have to do what's best for us.  (Aware that this is his profession, how he financially supports himself.) After a somewhat successful (I always need something that they're out of - or has been discontinued) trip to WalMart I was in need of pity-food/drink.  Another rare occurrence for me, we stopped at Maverick and got an icee/slushy.  Cherry.  Yum.  Frankly, though, I felt tons of guilt for buying something so sugar heavy.  Then I consoled myself with the fact that we very rarely do anything like this.  Sometimes I am wearied of having to be so controlled/disciplined/rigid that I can't have a bit of fun without the guilt. 

Tuesday was the dermatologist.  The second Mohs procedure for The Husband.  I like that this dr. only takes the minimum at first.  He had to do a second excision on this one as well, but I'd rather that than take unnecessary amounts of skin the first time.  These stitches are dissolvable so we don't have to go back for three months.  Surgery days feel very long and stressful.  But he did great.  He's also doing his best to remember his back exercises and I know that will be helpful. Feels like incrementally small progress on some of the stuff we have to do, but teensy progress is still progress.  

Yesterday was the stay-at-home-all-day waiting for the guy to come inspect our backflow preventer valve.  Required by not only the city but the state, to keep our water supply safe.  I get the logic.  It's just such a pain (and $$).  Our preventer is old (24 years) and not as up-to-date as the new ones that the city/state wants us to have.  "Upgrading" would be roughly $1500.  Not up for that.  The inspector says he's confident we've got quite a few years left on ours.  Looking back through the paperwork over the last several years, the readings are nearly steady, declining only barely so he's probably right.  We always seem to be in the very late afternoon on his schedule.  The day feels sort of wasted when I'm compelled to be at home.  I never run out of things to do here at home.  Just dislike the "lockdown" feeling of being required to be here.

Ran to Michaels (I so, so, so miss Joann's) for some embroidery floss for these towels I'm working on. (Gifts for a couple friends for birthdays and Christmas.  Probably more heartfelt for the giver than the receiver, but whatever.) Seems like yesterday those skeins were $.25 instead of the $.79 they are now.  Then came home and used my brand new needles.  I took a deep breath before ordering them because of the cost. After using one for only about an hour last night:  it was money well spent.  They are far superior to any needles I've ever had for embroidery.  When (if?) I manage to get back to cross-stitching I'll likely look for that brand.

  

So grateful today for the completed and passed inspection of the backflow preventer.  Grateful that (with no room to spare) we can get our 108" blind into the car to get repaired.  That'll be Monday, along with other things on the docket. Grateful that today won't be as hot and we are now into the last weeks of August.  September's heat generally doesn't feel so bad.

--And here it is, hours later and I'm adding a couple things.  First:  last Saturday at the storehouse, I dropped a case of laundry detergent (6 bottles) and it landed weirdly on my right pinkie finger.  It's been so very sore and swollen.  I'm hoping it heals soon, it's odd - I didn't realize how much I use that finger until it hurts.  Need to be able to play the organ and piano at church.

And last, I learned a hard lesson this last week.  I cannot tolerate Allegra D.  And can tolerate Claritin D only a teeny bit more.  At least in combination with the Z Pack. My emotions have been out of control.  I have been not only unkind but downright mean.  And unable to stop myself.  Anger has been my constant companion - I despise that.  I do NOT want to be that person.  I have hurt the ones I love.  For that I am incredibly sorry.  What an interesting perspective - I didn't have personal experience how medications can have such a dramatic effect on my emotions.  I am grateful tonight for the answered prayer - a thought come into my mind - to know what course to take to not feel that way.  I never want to feel that way again.