Sunday, February 7, 2016

The Sunday Wrap-up . . .

What do you know? A friend from back in the day wants the banner I posted about yesterday.  :-)  I'm sending it off this week.

Wednesday I slipped on some black ice.  Thankfully I didn't fall over, but I torqued my knee and the pain was almost unbearable.  I thought for sure I had done major damage, but eleventy million Advil later, all was relatively back to normal by the next morning.  And I'm back to two anti-inflammatories a day - back up again from one.  I have to say that I've gotten a lot more done this weekend than I have in months - and it hit me about an hour ago that the reason for that is that I'm not in constant pain because I upped my anti-inflammatory back to its full strength dosage.

Part me of me is way happy that I'm not hurting - I mean, it's a relief for sure, and - BONUS - it's going to make it a lot easier to eat better again in the coming weeks.  I know one would not intuitively seem to follow the other, and yet for me, they do.  Some unknowable part of my brain tries to fix physical pain with food and I have never been successful in making it understand that that doesn't work . . .  But there's another part of me that is not happy.  Of couse it's wonderful to be painfree, but I'm painfree at the expense of taking an anti-inflammatory twice a day - and sad that I need to take that the full dose to be functional . . .  I don't like taking a bunch of pills.  And yet, here I am . . .

Onward . . . 

Yesterday as I was sorting through the junk in the office, I came across a piece of paper in my mother's handwriting.  It was tucked in an empty file folder.  The last time I found an interesting list of hers, it was of the patterns under consideration for my wedding dress.  This time, it's a list of scriptures.  A bit yellowed, and apparently cut down to its 3 x 3 /12" size, and in her handwriting - so similar to my own.  Or should that be the other way around?  I thought hers was the most beautiful witing I had ever seen in my young life, and so I modeled my own on it (and could forge her signature quite perfectly  ;-)  Still, hers was always larger and more dramatic than my own.  Here is her list:


For those of you not up on your memorized scriptures (gone are those days . . . ) here is what they say - in the Revised Standard Version (RSV) of the Bible (which is the translation that she likely read most often):
Hebrews 9:27 -  And just as it is appointed for men to die once, and after that comes judgment,
Psalms 6:5 -  For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who can give thee praise?
Job 19:25 -  For I know that my Redeemer lives, and at last he will stand upon the earth;

Isaiah 26:19 -  Thy dead shall live, their bodies shall rise. Oh dwellers in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For thy dew is a dew of light, and on the land of the shades thou wilt let it fall.

Hosea 13:14 -  Shall I ransom them from the power of Sheol? Shall I redeem them from Death? O Death, where are your plagues? O Sheol, where is your destruction? Compassion is hid from my eyes.
I wonder what was going on when she wrote these down.  Perhaps a friend had died.  Or was she studying up on the second coming?  Or perhaps she wanted to reassure herself where death was concerned.  I'll never know. 

I do, however, love to find things like this.  You never stop missing your mom.

The Amaryllis continues to do its thing.  It's really large, you guys.  I'm actually a little concerned to keep it on the stand it's on.  I think it could fall over if it gets much more top-heavy.  Not quite sure how I'm going to remedy that situation, but I'll figure something out - and soon.  Still no bloom stalks, but it continues to grow.

Friday (again with the droop)


Saturday - and up again.  Quite upright (except for that one strap).


And today - looking far less upright and much more open all the way around.  I'm thinking that means it needs a drink, so I gave it another turn and I watered it. 



4 comments:

Michelle said...

Will the pot fit in the stand turned upside down, with a rubber band around the legs to support the straps?

A :-) said...

No, I don't think that would be a good idea - I do have a pedestal, however - a sturdy one. That might work. Alternatively, I suppose I could set it on the woofer from my sound bar - although I'd better check to be sure if that's advisable.

Linda said...

I'm discouraged/disappointed in being so medically dependent these days, too. I have the daily thyroid meds (which never bothered me too much, since I feel so awful without them), the estrogen patch (same thoughts as the thyroid meds here), and TWO expensive eye drops I need to use every day. One of the meds was $50 last time I filled it, and the other was $63. And since I can't really sense what they do for me, it bums me out that I have to use them all the time. It makes me feel old and worn out.

A :-) said...

Linda - I hear you . . . I feel like I'm falling apart all of a sudden.