Hi y'all!
I realized today that, along with all the weird things taking place in my body, one of the other major bummers of being on steroids is that my camera has very little use. Once again I am here with lots of chatter but no pictures. Oh well, tomorrow is another day!
There's lots to prattle about so let's get started with Father's Day. Yesterday the girls made all three meals for Gary. They sat down Saturday evening and wrote out a menu of what his choices were and planned out the day. Gracelyn made breakfast (eggs, bacon, and toast) and Ginger made lunch (macaroni and cheese with tuna). Both girls worked on dinner which was homemade beanie weenies - Gary's favorite dinner! While not cooking or eating they had a grand time enjoying a new video series together throughout the day. As for my participation in the day - I went to the grocers early in the morning and provided laughing fodder for my family as I was not having the best of days.
Speaking of best of days, the aftermath of Steroid-ladened Stella's Friday night escapades are as follows: Was back in bed by about 2:15 a.m. and laid there almost an hour! Kept arguing with myself as to whether or not I should get back up. Kept hoping that I would soon fall asleep. Last glance at the clock was about 3:45 am. Woke up around 7:00 am for the dog - couldn't go back to sleep. Oh the joy! Laid in the bed tossing and turning and finally arose around 8ish. Spent the morning bumbling through, tried to make self sleepy by reading and then by watching cooking shows. Made it through the day which included a Food Challenge for the girls (to be described in a later post) and went to bed at 9 am Saturday night. Unbelievably laid in bed for almost an hour before FINALLY falling asleep! Was able to get some decent rest although apparently not enough to be normal.
Today I awoke about 45 minutes before I needed to be up so I tried to organize my thoughts. In the first couple of hours of the morning I actually had enough energy to wash and hang to dry two loads of clothes, make Gary's breakfast and lunch, and wash the morning dishes. Not too shabby! I did attempt to make bread and the operative word here is ATTEMPT. Even though our oven is preset to start at 350 degrees Farenheit (I really, really dislike having a digital temperature setter --- have I ever mentioned that?) I somehow managed to set the oven temperature to 180 degrees F. Imagine my surprise when the loaves were still creamy colored after baking for 30 minutes. So, I tried to adjust and ended up burning the top of the loaves while the bottoms were still doughy. Sometimes I feel like my brain is a vapid wasteland of goo. I'm not sure the bread is salvagable but I am making one last attempt to fix it by baking it longer at a really low temperature. If nothing else we will have a good laugh later tonight.
A little while ago we had a quick errand to run and I was so saddened by an exchange between a young lady and myself. I asked if she was having a good day and she told me, "Annh, whatever. Ain't nothing special." Trying to be positive I replied, "Oh, any day I can get out of bed and walk is a good day!" Her response to me was, "That ain't worth talking about." Okay. I felt deflated at first because I'm a happy-monger who loves to leave strangers with a good experience of our interaction. But then I became very sad that she saw nothing good in her day. Here, she has a job, in an air-conditioned place, and she doesn't have to do anything except when a customer comes in. Yet, her life seemed dismal to her. To add to this, she was young - probably in her mid-20's. I know that there are the unseen things going on in her life about which I know nothing, but still...the whole situation made me feel so overwhelming grieved.
This all reminds me - one of the best things you can do for a stranger is pray for them. The girls and I have a habit of praying for every person with whom we come in contact while we are out -- this includes the cashiers, bagboys, stockers, strangers with whom we cross paths, etc. You never know the impact a simple prayer can have in their lives. The girls and I call this our "Silent Ministry" - silent intercessory prayer for many people each week.
This afternoon the girls are watching Little House on the Prairie and I'm going to try to sit down long enough to write at least one letter - we'll see how well that goes.
Y'all have a good day!
I realized today that, along with all the weird things taking place in my body, one of the other major bummers of being on steroids is that my camera has very little use. Once again I am here with lots of chatter but no pictures. Oh well, tomorrow is another day!
There's lots to prattle about so let's get started with Father's Day. Yesterday the girls made all three meals for Gary. They sat down Saturday evening and wrote out a menu of what his choices were and planned out the day. Gracelyn made breakfast (eggs, bacon, and toast) and Ginger made lunch (macaroni and cheese with tuna). Both girls worked on dinner which was homemade beanie weenies - Gary's favorite dinner! While not cooking or eating they had a grand time enjoying a new video series together throughout the day. As for my participation in the day - I went to the grocers early in the morning and provided laughing fodder for my family as I was not having the best of days.
Speaking of best of days, the aftermath of Steroid-ladened Stella's Friday night escapades are as follows: Was back in bed by about 2:15 a.m. and laid there almost an hour! Kept arguing with myself as to whether or not I should get back up. Kept hoping that I would soon fall asleep. Last glance at the clock was about 3:45 am. Woke up around 7:00 am for the dog - couldn't go back to sleep. Oh the joy! Laid in the bed tossing and turning and finally arose around 8ish. Spent the morning bumbling through, tried to make self sleepy by reading and then by watching cooking shows. Made it through the day which included a Food Challenge for the girls (to be described in a later post) and went to bed at 9 am Saturday night. Unbelievably laid in bed for almost an hour before FINALLY falling asleep! Was able to get some decent rest although apparently not enough to be normal.
Today I awoke about 45 minutes before I needed to be up so I tried to organize my thoughts. In the first couple of hours of the morning I actually had enough energy to wash and hang to dry two loads of clothes, make Gary's breakfast and lunch, and wash the morning dishes. Not too shabby! I did attempt to make bread and the operative word here is ATTEMPT. Even though our oven is preset to start at 350 degrees Farenheit (I really, really dislike having a digital temperature setter --- have I ever mentioned that?) I somehow managed to set the oven temperature to 180 degrees F. Imagine my surprise when the loaves were still creamy colored after baking for 30 minutes. So, I tried to adjust and ended up burning the top of the loaves while the bottoms were still doughy. Sometimes I feel like my brain is a vapid wasteland of goo. I'm not sure the bread is salvagable but I am making one last attempt to fix it by baking it longer at a really low temperature. If nothing else we will have a good laugh later tonight.
A little while ago we had a quick errand to run and I was so saddened by an exchange between a young lady and myself. I asked if she was having a good day and she told me, "Annh, whatever. Ain't nothing special." Trying to be positive I replied, "Oh, any day I can get out of bed and walk is a good day!" Her response to me was, "That ain't worth talking about." Okay. I felt deflated at first because I'm a happy-monger who loves to leave strangers with a good experience of our interaction. But then I became very sad that she saw nothing good in her day. Here, she has a job, in an air-conditioned place, and she doesn't have to do anything except when a customer comes in. Yet, her life seemed dismal to her. To add to this, she was young - probably in her mid-20's. I know that there are the unseen things going on in her life about which I know nothing, but still...the whole situation made me feel so overwhelming grieved.
This all reminds me - one of the best things you can do for a stranger is pray for them. The girls and I have a habit of praying for every person with whom we come in contact while we are out -- this includes the cashiers, bagboys, stockers, strangers with whom we cross paths, etc. You never know the impact a simple prayer can have in their lives. The girls and I call this our "Silent Ministry" - silent intercessory prayer for many people each week.
This afternoon the girls are watching Little House on the Prairie and I'm going to try to sit down long enough to write at least one letter - we'll see how well that goes.
Y'all have a good day!
2 comments:
i love the praying for daily contacts R..I was reminded of that today when I walked at the rec center. As I started my first lap I spoke civily to the walker who was at the same point..then the other walker asked in a high pitched butinsky voice: "Did you stretch before walking?" and I instantly replied in a voice with an attitude: "Nooooooooo I didn't>"
As I moved out and ahead of the 'slow' and nosy walker I found before long i had made the lap and was behind him..that's when I noticed some obvious physical problems he deals with..[shame on me] I began to silently and at times whispering..ask forgiveness and pray for this young man; and to thank God [humbly] again and again for all the good things in my life that this person doesn't experience. The prayer time spread out for much of my next two miles..We can learn anywhere if we will only listen to that still small voice can't we?
Revee, Before I even finished reading all of your post I was thinking that we need to pray for people like the young, miserable lady you encountered today. I don't think people like that know Jesus the way we do. They don't have the joy that we have in our hearts. We are supposed to let other people see Him in us and I know that is what you and the girls do when you go out in the world.
I was at the Minneapolis airport last week. I was at a counter eating a hamburger when I looked a few seats away and there was a man sitting there. I had this gentle nudging that was telling me to pray for that man. I didn't know him or his needs but I didn't have to...God knows. I just talked to God and asked him to bless the man etc. etc.
One more thing. I worked out in the public for twenty five years and I personally know it only takes one rude customer to ruin a clerk's whole day. I always try to put myself in their shoes and go the extra mile to show them the same kind of courtesy that I want them to show me.
I could go on and on but I won't. I am proud of you and the girls for letting His light shine so others can see Him in you.
Love, Debbi
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