My Back, Again!

Some of you may have noticed that my posts are going up later than usual. That’s because  the disease, Old Woman’s Back, has returned with a vengeance.  I’m not sleeping very well, and it has put my whole system off kilter. I’m not working this week, missed two out of my three days last week.

When I called to make an appointment with my pain doctor, I was told they couldn’t get me in until the 20th, this coming Monday.  I asked if the doc would renew my scrips in the meantime, and was told that he would not do that because it’s been so long (over a year) since I’ve needed them.  I have just enough pain pills to get me through to Monday if I take them only once a day, usually before I go to bed.Image result for no medication

So I’m hurting, and my life has once again gone off the rails. I’m sure the doctor will send me for another MRI, since that hasn’t been done in at least two years.

Now, it’s time for me to practice what I preach.  Being thankful is paramount, because if I don’t focus on the things for which I’m thankful, I will be flooded with resentment, anxiety, and fear.  Yes, fear. I don’t like pain, and I know this condition is not going away. The symptoms can be treated, but they cannot be cured.

So.  If you are a praying person, please add me to your prayer list.  Prayer is still the best healer.

July 4 Birthdays

I was curious, because today is my 71st birthday, about who else may have been born on this day. To my surprise, there were a few that I knew about.  Most, however, are popular movie, TV, music people that apparently are a big deal today but that I’d never heard of.  I guess that officially makes me old.

Some names I do recognize:  Pauline Phillips, aka Dear Abby, who wrote advice columns for many, many years.

Queen Sonja of Norway.  The infamous Tokyo Rose.  Actresses Gina Lollobrigida and Eva Marie Saint (yes, they’re old. That’s why I remember them.) Cartoonist Rube Goldberg and playwright Neil Simon. Stephen Foster, lyricist and songwriter who died so young, only 37.  The great writer Nathaniel Hawthorne.  Finally, President Calvin Coolidge.  There are more, but that’s enough.

Here’s what I read about those of us born on the Fourth:

The individuals born on the 4th of July are very caring and loving individuals who are extremely fond of their loved ones. They thrive when there is harmony in their surroundings, but are quite sensitive to discord. They  can be strong-willed and determined to follow through a task to the very end. But, a defining trait of these individuals is their fairness and willingness to apologize whenever they commit a mistake.

I don’t know who writes this stuff, or how they think they can lump everyone born on this day into one personality, but there it is.

Two famous people  who died on this day:  Thomas Jefferson and John Adams, American historic figures, both Presidents, both instrumental in the founding of our nation.

It’s a wonderful day to have a birthday.  Picnics, parties, parades and pyrotechnics 🙂  Fried chicken, potato salad, friends and family.  I’ve always felt very privileged to share this day with the official presentation of the Declaration of Independence, which my mom always told me was appropriate for me!

I am thankful to have grown up in American, both in big cities and small towns (I prefer the small towns). I’m glad I grew up when I did, and not in this tumultuous and confusing era that kids are dealing with today.  Father Knows Best was an iconic TV program of my childhood.  It would be laughed off the air today, when everyone BUT father knows best. In fact, the youngest kids in TV families are the ones who know best, even though they’ve had no life experience and can’t get a job yet.

I’m also glad I grew up in an era in which it wasn’t dangerous to be a patriotic, flag-waving American.  We could have worn MAGA hats back then without fear of having them ripped off our heads, because we had just come through WWII on the winning side, and we KNEW America was the greatest place in the world. God and country were important because we knew that without God, this country would not have come to the greatness it has reached.

Back then, patriotism didn’t have to mean that no other country was worthwhile.  It just meant that we were proud to be Americans.

I still am, and I’m not afraid to say so.

Sunday Morning Coffee: Family

I know, I used family in my title yesterday.  Not very original to use it twice in one weekend, but oh, well 🙂

Short and sweet today.  People are starting to move around,  looking for coffee and breakfast.  I’ve pretty much left them on their own to fix cereal or toast or whatever.   I made a pot of coffee for them.   Aside from that, it’s each to his own.  That’s one of the perks of having grown-up grandkids.

Anyway I’ve been thinking a lot about family this week. The importance of it, the pleasure and joy of it. The fact is, God created the family.  He did that for many reasons, I’m sure, but for me one of the best parts of family is the shared history, the recognition of family traits, and the sense of belonging.

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My family is scattered from 15 miles away from us to South Dakota to England to Germany to New Zealand.  We tend to not stay in whatever place we’re born. Not sure why that is.  Maybe we come from a line of nomads 🙂  In any case, having so much distance makes the times we do get together all the sweeter.

I’m enjoying it.  A lot.

Psalm 68:6.  “God setteth the solitary in families: he bringeth out those which are bound with chains: but the rebellious dwell in a dry land.”

 

Family Time

My family from Germany is here.  Mike has been working for the American military there for about 20 years. They get  home leave every other year.  The main attraction this summer is that Janan’s parents are celebrating their 50th anniversary in July.

Right now, Janan and Victoria are busy preparing what looks like a feast–a full German breakfast.  I suspect lunch won’t be much of an issue today 🙂  It’s a treat to have them taking over in my kitchen, and they’re enjoying all the renovations that have been made since they were here last.

Connell injured his big toe a couple of weeks ago, a pretty severe cut, but he seems to be doing well.  He went with his grandfather yesterday to mow a friend’s yard.

It’s great to have them, and we’re having a great time catching up.  I’m going to try to maintain my normal blogging schedule, but I’m making no promises.  If I do drop out of sight for a day or two, don’t worry.  I’ll be back 🙂

One More

One more post about our travels.  Next week we’ll get back into Isaiah.

My bag was delivered around 11:45 last night.  My computer was there, thank God, including the cord. Also my Kindle cord.  No phone charger, though.  I was sure I had put it in the same pocket as the rest, but it just isn’t there.

There was a note that my bag had been randomly selected for opening and searching.  Maybe my phone cord disappeared at that point.  I’ll contact Ken and Sheila today to see if I left it with them. I have to say, the searchers did a good job of keeping my suitcase packed exactly as I had left it. At least they didn’t find THIS in my bag:

 

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Back to work this morning, for the only day this week.  Six clients to see, and I’m sure I’m going to be ready to relax at the end of my day. It’s going to be a busy month, and I need to start getting my house in order.

Today is our 49th anniversary!  Good grief, how did all that time pass so fast!

Praying you all have a blessed day 🙂

Home Again!

We had a wonderful visit with our South Dakota family.  It was amazing to see our second high school graduate among the nine of our grandchildren.  And it was, of course, very hard to say goodbye.

We left Sioux Falls right on time, arriving in Dallas/Fort Worth right on time. We had less than an hour to make our next connection, so we took the Sky Link.  Would have been fine if the second one that should have been running hadn’t broken down.  It got pretty funky in there with all that restless, sweating humanity packed in like sardines.

We got to our gate with about 25 minutes to spare, and I expected that they would have already begun boarding. Not so. I’m not sure what the delay was, but I have never seen or heard such a mess.  Not the airline’s fault.  The woman behind the desk was doing her level best to tell waiting boarders to PLEASE keep the lanes clear for the off-boarding passengers.

What is it about human nature that simply ignores a request like that, with dozens of people milling around where off-loading passengers are trying to get through?  The poor woman finally called for airport security to come, and that did have a rather dampening effect on the herd.  They reluctantly moved back out of the way, but they weren’t happy about it.

Then people started trying to board with luggage that was way bigger than their carry-on was supposed to be.  Lots of disgusted people ended up having to pay extra, having to go to a different line to be processed. There was no excuse for their anger.  The woman at the desk had been repeating over and over again what the requirements were as people began to board.  Besides which, when you make your reservation you are told clearly what that airline requires.  I had no sympathy for any of them.  There will always be people who think they can slip past the rules, or that it just doesn’t apply to them, or something.  And then they get all twisted up when they get sent to the back of the line.

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All this was going on as more groups were being called to board the plane.  Then the ominous announcement came:  “Ladies and gentlemen, this is a completely full flight.  There is no more luggage space available, either in cargo or in the passenger area.  Please make sure your carry-on is small enough to fit under the seat. . . . .”

And my heart dipped.  Somehow, I just knew.

Once we boarded, I found that the wife in a little old couple from somewhere in Asia was occupying my seat.  I tried to explain the dilemma, but I don’t think they spoke much English, and they were obviously terrified of being separated. The flight attendant came to help, and I said, “Look, can I just swap my seat with hers?  Then they can stay together.”  So we did that, and I ended up in row 5 right behind first class instead of in row 18.  Waved goodbye to Terry in row 21, and enjoyed the extra leg room.  I also enjoyed the woman on my left who was flying to Philly and then to Germany to visit family there. At age 79, she was a peppy little woman who was fun to chat with

We departed from Dallas more than a half-hour late.  This would have been around 10 p.m.  EDT.  We were scheduled to land in Philly @ 12:30 a.m., but we didn’t land until 1:30 a.m.  Then the long hike to baggage claims, looking for bathrooms on the way.  We didn’t find one that was open until we got all the way down to baggage. They were all being cleaned.

I mean, I’m glad they were being cleaned, right?

When we finally got to the right carousel, it was still going around.  Empty, but moving.  Empty.  My bag was nowhere in sight. A pleasant young woman came out of the baggage claims office and waited with me for another complete revolution, and then invited me into her office.  In less than a minute she had contacted Dallas and was told my bag was being sent on a different flight.  Supposedly, it arrived around 10 this morning in Philly, and they’re going to bring it up here.  So far, I haven’t heard a thing.

I may have to do a little shopping today.  The thing that really upsets me is that my laptop is in my suitcase.  Usually, I have it in my carry-on, but for some reason I decided to put it in my suitcase this time.  Less weight to carry, I guess.  So my phone charger, my Kindle charger, and my laptop are all —–somewhere out there.  I don’t like not having my clothes, either. So we wait, and pray the suitcase will arrive intact someday soon.

We finally made it home around 4 a.m.  And of course, once I crawled into bed I couldn’t fall asleep.  Finally turned off my light around 5 a.m. slept soundly until around 8:30.   Dozed some more,  but finally rolled out around 11.  And now here I am, with no laptop, no cell phone (needs charging) no makeup, no decent hairbrush, and waiting for some clothes that are among my favorites.

Other than that, we had a great trip.  And I guess, if this is the worst thing that could happen, then we’re really in pretty good shape, right?  This too shall pass 🙂

It was worth it.

 

 

Almost Over

Kyle graduated last night, from a class of 530 students.  The program went surprisingly quickly considering the number of grads.

Today and part of tomorrow, and we’ll be on a plan on our way home. I hate to leave my family, but I do look forward to being home. No place like it, right?

So I’ve been thinking about graduations from high school. My own took place in 1965, when the “flip” hairdo was very popular, along with the beehive 🙂  And cat-eye glasses, remember those? I still think the flip is pretty.  Today, girls seem to opt for completely straight and very long, although everyone seems to feel free to do her own thing these days.

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Bouffant and flipped.  I went with the flip, but not the think bangs.  Things sure are simpler now.

Then there was college graduation four years later.  A wedding a week after that. and yet another graduation for my master’s degree nearly 40 years later.  Lots of living went on in the years between!

Some teens know exactly what they want to do after high school.  Others are at sea, not having a direction or passion that leads them forward.  It can be a most difficult time, because there is a great deal of pressure to know exactly what your next step is going to be after high school.

I had an interest in psychology way back then, but it was a relatively new field in the ’60’s for girls who came from the background I did.  I’m not sorry I went in the direction of teaching instead.  It certainly paved the way for the decision I would make at age 50 to go back to school so I could do private-practice counseling.

When I think about all the twists and turns our lives have taken, again, I’m not sorry for the decisions we’ve made.  God brought Terry and me together at just the right time. We’ve had a (mostly !)  wonderful marriage, and four adult children who have given us nine wonderful grandchildren.

It’s true that high school graduation is a huge steppingstone into life, but it’s not the ONLY point of decision. There is always opportunity, always the possibility of changing courses.

No decision has to be set in cement.