Sunday, December 5, 2010

In No Particular Order:

* My kitchen and bathrooms are under construction, which would normally drive me BATTY. But I am thoroughly enjoying not having to host any dang Thanksgiving or Christmas festivities. It's my free pass :)

*James' headstone has been delivered and set at the cemetery. It's beautiful.

*Edited and formatted and ordered this year's Christmas card

*Am sick. And channeling a voice a la Barry White. Just not as sexy. Or sexy at all.

*Dad is still home and doing well. No scheduled date for lung surgery yet. May still happen before the end of the year.

*Nat wanted to know what "Save a horse. Ride a cowboy." means?

*She also thought that another song's lyrics were: "Don't rock the juice box..." :)

*Ran into an old (local) friend the other day. It was a hard day starting out. And then the conversation went like this:
G: Meg! How are you? Long time no see. I hear your dad's ill
Me: Yes, but home now and recovering ok. Gearing up for lung surgery, and then hopefully out of the surgery world for a loooong time.
G:That's good to hear! We'll be praying. How are other things?
Me: Busy busy busy. Kids keep me busy and mildly insane
G: How are they? I bet they are big! Hey, I haven't seen James around for a while. What's he up to these days?
Me: :(

*Now know all the ins and outs of Bear Creek road to Zayante, Stanford, and Home Depot

*Almost done Christmas shopping

*Putting off decorating and tree-getting until much later. I am not feeling very Christmasy this year. And have a bit of anxiety anticipating all of it.

*Emi love pie has been dropping the F bomb at the most inopportune times

*Went to a ladies night for the fire fighter's wives. It was REALLY fun. And I'm REALLY glad I had Alicia there by my side. I made a b-line for the bar when they started introductions about who they 'belonged' to. I realize I could have stood up and said anything. But no matter what I would have said, would have produced massive tears, and snot, and sobbing. So I didn't.

*Remain TOTALLY addicted to Starbucks chai

*Which is usually the highlight of my day. Even if they are paid to be extra nice to me. It's ok cause they ARE nice, and they don't have a clue who I am. And I love that.

*Found the most amazing thing to do with the first pair of James' boots.

* :)


Betty said...

Your strength comes through your words, loud and's sort of a determination. My heart aches for you, your unspeakable loss, I cannot even fathom. I will keep you in my prayers. I am humbled by your attitude and wish I knew some words to say that would make your days easier somehow, but unfortunately I don't. Just know that there is a gal in TX who read your story and was deeply touched by it, and I have the utmost respect for you and simple genuine human compassion. I hope caring for your Father serves to occupy some brain cells thereby temporarily easing your days. God Bless you!

Brittany said...

Just got to say, Betty is dead on, especially with that first sentence.

Also never gonna sing that song correctly again..."Don't rock the juice box..." :)

Keidi said...

I look forward to your posts, Meggie, because its such an honor to read about your journey through. And its nice to hear how you're doing, that it is possible to move forward after all. There's hope for each of us. 8)