What is it about a Monday morning that sends tremors through me? Could it be the things on the docket this week that make everything seem out of control even before the week gets started? (I mentioned to The Husband the other day that I thought this time of life was supposed to be slower, less hectic, less scheduled...apparently I was mistaken.) Of course, the annual (once every decade or so) physical on Wednesday might have something to do with my elevated blood pressure. Or the something going on for three nights in a row this week. I think I'll check out airfares - to anywhere.
We've been in our house for 11 years now. And I'm so excited for what that means. It means:
The gas stove-top is on tap to be repaired this morning (if the repairman arrives, we'll see on that one.)
The microwave door is misbehaving. (We'll deal with it.)
The shower grout needs replacing.
The concrete patio is scheduled to be replaced (it was on the schedule for 3 weeks out 2 weeks ago, so most likely within the month.)
The evergreens along the perimeter of the yard have aphids. Need attention. Costly attention. (Along with the tri-color beeches, and the maples that have a virus we're monitoring, and the lilac tree that's succumbed to the wind and must be removed.)
So thrilled to have so much to keep us from being bored. Was concerned about that prospect.
Favorite memory of the weekend: When The Husband pretended his jaw was hurting to get my sympathy, was aware he'd been caught dissembling and had that rare-nearly-uncontrollable-totally-engulfing-laughter-fit. So contagious. So fun. So memorable.
Superman
I know The Husband thinks he's superman - and frankly, he mostly is - but he's in napping. Yesterday, the day after the surgical removal of a wisdom tooth, we: went to the movie (not too strenuous, but boring without popcorn), ate at Paradise (soup for him) and went to Ikea (he sat in a chair while I dashed back upstairs, but he did help load a box of shelves into my car) and yes....I drove.
This morning he's feeling great he says. So he hung the clock over the doorway, and (according to him) slowly brought in the shelves, piece at a time into my sewing room. No heavy lifting, just lots of back and forth walking. Then he assembled the shelves. And now he's knackered. You overdid it today, says me, to which he replied, maybe a little. So: Superman? Today I think it's just AlmostSuperman.
And a big thank-you shout-out to our friend who brought over some gelato for Superman. It has been thoroughly enjoyed.
This morning he's feeling great he says. So he hung the clock over the doorway, and (according to him) slowly brought in the shelves, piece at a time into my sewing room. No heavy lifting, just lots of back and forth walking. Then he assembled the shelves. And now he's knackered. You overdid it today, says me, to which he replied, maybe a little. So: Superman? Today I think it's just AlmostSuperman.
And a big thank-you shout-out to our friend who brought over some gelato for Superman. It has been thoroughly enjoyed.
Surgery and Trees
Took The Husband in for surgical removal of one of his wisdom teeth. He's doing fantabulous! Been married for 41 years and I don't remember him ever having anesthesia, was concerned about how he'd do. As usual, he does everything well. (Although in the car on the way home, he told me the same thing over a couple of times, not remembering that I was there in the office for the original discussion.)
22 months ago my Mom died. Coincidentally we planted a tree that weekend in our yard. A Hawthorne tree. I so love them. I've sweet-talked the tree, cooed over it, petted it and in general urged it to be a survivor. Discovered this morning the tree is in full bloom! It is so beautiful. (If The Husband were feeling better, I'd take a picture of the blooms and post them - nothing in the world like them. But technically challenged as I am, it must wait.)
So, while I'm not fond of surgery (and my own recent oral surgery is still mighty fresh in my mind) I'm very fond of blooming things. We are predicted to wake up tomorrow morning to snow - in the meantime, I'm reveling in the blooms on the trees and enjoying the view from our windows of deciduous trees covered in leaves after months of barren branches. Heavenly Father surely knew we would love the springtime.
22 months ago my Mom died. Coincidentally we planted a tree that weekend in our yard. A Hawthorne tree. I so love them. I've sweet-talked the tree, cooed over it, petted it and in general urged it to be a survivor. Discovered this morning the tree is in full bloom! It is so beautiful. (If The Husband were feeling better, I'd take a picture of the blooms and post them - nothing in the world like them. But technically challenged as I am, it must wait.)
So, while I'm not fond of surgery (and my own recent oral surgery is still mighty fresh in my mind) I'm very fond of blooming things. We are predicted to wake up tomorrow morning to snow - in the meantime, I'm reveling in the blooms on the trees and enjoying the view from our windows of deciduous trees covered in leaves after months of barren branches. Heavenly Father surely knew we would love the springtime.
Windows and Delightful
The Husband loves this time of year when we can sleep with the windows open. At least until the wee hours of the morning and we're up closing the windows because of the skunks who seem to have taken up residence just outside. (That's truly a nauseating smell when it is really strong!)
Walked the south end of the trail this morning - so glad I only wear one iPod earbud. Lets me hear the sweet morning greetings from the meadowlarks.
Had such a delightful afternoon: had lunch and a nice long visit with a couple of my cousins (they are sisters). Women need women friends. And what a ginormous bonus when they're also relatives. They were so kind and generous, I absolutely loved being with them. Thanks, Cousins, for your gracious and welcoming acceptance of me. It means more than I can express.
Walked the south end of the trail this morning - so glad I only wear one iPod earbud. Lets me hear the sweet morning greetings from the meadowlarks.
Had such a delightful afternoon: had lunch and a nice long visit with a couple of my cousins (they are sisters). Women need women friends. And what a ginormous bonus when they're also relatives. They were so kind and generous, I absolutely loved being with them. Thanks, Cousins, for your gracious and welcoming acceptance of me. It means more than I can express.
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