Wow is all I can say. As many of you might know Evelina broke her arm before Christmas ice skating and had to have surgery to repair the broker bones. She finally got her pins removed and cast off just before Valentine’s Day and we thought we were in the clear. Life could get back to normal. Nope.
Near the end of February she began experiencing pain in her back which resulted in an emergency room visit to discover she was passing another kidney stone. We’ve been through this situation several times in the last few years. The urologist decided to send her home and keep an eye on the movement of the stone.
After a week we had to go back to the ER and this time she was admitted for 2 days, surgery was performed and they were still not able to remove the stone. At 8 mm this stone was one of the largest the doctor has ever seen and it was lodged in the ureter so deeply that he was not able to remove it.
Last week they were able to remove the stone successfully and Evelina is now recovering nicely. Just when we thought things were turning the corner I found out yesterday I have bronchitis which is producing a wicked nasty cough. Medicine, medicine, medicine.
I find things in my archives, some of forgotten provenance, such as this poem from long ago. I don’t recall now when I either wrote it or found it. If I did find it, I apologize to the author for having lost the reference, and ask that if anybody recognizes it tha they tell me so I can give credit where it is due. It is about partings, the subject of so many songs and poems. It is about those times when the ship has sailed or the train has left the station, and how little it matters whether one is on the ship or the shore, the train or the platform. In song, the play list is too long to put here, and besides, every one has their own. Which parting brought this into my journals, I don’t know. Perhaps it was that girl from the North Country, perhaps…
I think i’m in a much better headspace then six months ago but I have a low stress job. I do wonder if I can keep this self love train going. It seems I’ve been pretty stable since the new year and I like it. No it’s not been perfect but tolerable. I feel different… more content. I’m anxious about this next week. I don’t have enough work to see me through so i’m afraid it’ll be a long week. I’m just babbling I think at this point but it’s what’s on my mind. Thanks for listening.
I’ve always loved this song. Even when I was a young girl this song would hold a special meaning. It never failed, it came on in the Knick of time to offer me the comfort I needed at that time. It reminded me then and still reminds me today to….Let It Be. I’m posting in the hopes that if anyone is struggling that this song will come as a reminder that whatever you’re going through….Let It Be. Everything is going to be ok. Many if you may not know the true meaning of this song, but here it is.
Paul McCartney wrote this song. It was inspired by his mother, Mary, who died when he was 14. Many people thought “Mother Mary” was a biblical reference when they heard it.
According to McCartney, this is a very positive song, owing to its inspiration. One night when he was paranoid and…
As we have been busy making heart garlands and pouring glitter over styrofoam hearts and other crafty things someone let winter in again! I’m not going to say anything about who that may be but someone did say they were sending me some snow!
I personally did not know about this development until 3 a.m. when I received a text saying there would be no school today. Or Library due to weather conditions. I looked out the window and didn’t see anything but apparently it rained last night and the temperature dropped to single digits and the roads were solid sheets of ice. On I-40 there were at least 40 semi trucks lined up on the shoulder of the highway. The sun is acting like it has no idea what is happening, just shining bright as ever but it’s 20 before the wind chill and the wind is vicious.
I know it has been a minute since I last posted something other than a reblog or a question. The truth is I haven’t had much interest in writing anything and I’m not sure why. Every time I’ve opened up a new draft I have deleted it after a few seconds and then moved on to something else.
Today Evelina and I are going to Tanger Outlet to do a little shopping. The strange thing is it was my idea and I’m actually looking forward to walking around and looking at stuff. I’d like to find a new belt, a couple of packs of new white t-shirts and maybe a new shirt. Plus they have a little food court there where we might be able to find a good lunch.
Other than that not much new going on in our lives. Oh, we are building a new house which is incredibly exciting and stressful all at the same time.
I am not traveling as much with the job, but it looks like that will end in the next couple months and then I’ll be out on the road. I was a little upset about getting grounded, but I’m realizing that everything seems to work out for a reason and I believe my body and mind needed the break.
That’s all for now. I hope you have a wonderful weekend!