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):
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.
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;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.
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 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.
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