MrsDoF's Dear Ones

Here I sit well past bedtime. Actually, I was in bed at a sweet hour, but I have the beginnings of head cold problems and sinus drainage, causing all kinds of deep coughs.
It’s what comes of being in places with sick people the last few days, and changing over the litter box the evening before trash pickup.
Not to mention the acid reflux, which happens when I eat “other” or perhaps “extra” food at the church potluck, then have a humongous cup of hot chocolate with an afternoon snack of carrot cake. Even if I haven’t had anything other than water and cough syrup since 7pm, my tummy is not happy when I get horizontal in the bed.

I wanted to maybe be knitting a baby hat on the peg loom, but my right index finger has a cut, throbbing when I bump it. Typing is the less painful option, and so far, no blood dripping on the keyboard. How I got the cut caused a bit of disagreement, but part of the story is the plastic wrap box was placed awkwardly in the drawer. You know that metal strip used to tear off just the proper length? It should never meet skin.

We’re getting the back bedroom ready, more or less, for the visit of middle son Lucas. His airplane is promised to come on Tuesday, and I am quite grateful that Monday is a day off school for President’s Day. Husband has been moving around boxes of books, and sorting piles of not sure what, but we can see the bed again. I’ll take all the linens off to do laundry, and vacuum the blinds. It’s been over a year since anybody slept in there. If the Health Dept were called, there would have been all kinds of violations for human habitat.

Having him home is a bit unexpected for me, I’m already booked for a TA Sub job on Wednesday, and an event at church that evening. Husband is able to get some time free, so the kid should feel welcome, if not pampered. We’re making a group lunch date before he goes away again.

Haven’t spoken to relatives lately, so I assume No News is Good News. They live in states in every corner of the continent, it’s hard to keep in touch when half don’t use a computer.

We are all pretty much tired of winter weather. I’m wondering how this ouchie finger will behave when I shove it into a glove.
Golly, I just coughed so hard I had to stand up and put my arms over my head to give my lungs some room.

Looks like a long, unhealthy week ahead for me.
Hope yours goes better.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

Here I sit procrastinating paperwork. Some of it is routine bill paying, there’s a birthday card needing a signature and stuffing of the envelope. Also the beginning pages of the mountain for medical finance.
Very grateful for my desktop copier, purchased a couple years ago when I needed lesson plans for Sunday school. It does so many other things since we bought it.

I will get it all done before the mail truck goes down the Court tomorrow. So far, SubFinder is giving the No Jobs Available signal, so I’ll see how that works out. It would be impossible to walk to the 2 closest school buildings as usual, the sidewalks are still a mess from the storm. It would seem strange for me to drive .8 mile, but if needed, I will.
I don’t know how the children will be going– most likely their parents will drive some, and those at the bus stop will either climb the white mountain or wait in the street.

It was good to go out for church this morning. It was snowing when I started and cleared off the car, but didn’t add up to a full inch– less than the 3″ prediction, thank goodness.

The sermon was very pertinent Nothing Like a Good Storm using the Bible verses when Jesus yelled at the wind to be still. Might have been nice to have a little of that calming ability last Tuesday evening. All of middle USA was praying for some relief.

There was good fellowship over coffee, and many questions about Husband’s recovery. He is doing okay, other than swelling. He says that the surgeon called while I was out, so it was good that he was at home.

For lunch, I brought home Subway sandwiches. We often have them, especially since the new store opened about a mile from the house.
I didn’t think much ahead about my fever blister and having to open lips so wide to bite, nor his tooth removal and advice for soft foods for awhile.
So we cut up our sandwiches into bite size pieces, and broke the potato chips into crumbs. Oh what a pair, we are!
We made a memory to be told through the years.
When I wrote it in my status update on Facebook, a friend made the comment that we would soon be thinking of using a blender.

This afternoon, I got the ironing done. Easy items. Having days off due to Inclement Weather meant fewer work shirts for the wage-earner. The ironing board is still waiting to be folded and put away, tho.

Son Chris came by to pick up his mail, and mention that he’s leaving the state for a few days. Well, his dad knew earlier. Headed for the sunny South, a place with a beach. Didn’t even need a ride to the airport, he will park his car in long-term area. Next snowstorm, somebody else will have to dig it out. His roomie is looking after his cat.
This not-being-needed as mom is difficult to wrap my brain around. My son is a guy who made a goal, saved the money, bought the ticket, has lodging and friends while there.
It’s what we hope for our kids, but now that time is here, I’m still a little awestruck at how good they have grown up.

This evening, Husband was needing to be away from the house (he gets so bored with cabin fever), and we needed a couple things at WallyWorld. The cashier asked something about the Super Bowl, and seemed disappointed at the mumbled response “um, we’re not much into sports games”.

Right now, Husband is on the treadmill. He’s wearing different shoes, and the noise of the belt is softer. He’s also watching a different set of dvds, so not so many giggles as the last week.

I have to go sort the clean laundry into piles, and mate the socks.

Blessings to All on the week ahead 🙂

~~love and Huggs, Diane