Friday, January 29, 2010
Dabbling: I've been dabbling in so many fabric/sewing things lately. It's been fun (messy) and now I've just found some more to try! As I get some projects completed and have the time to photograph them I'll share. A "rug", a huge bag, a couple doll quilts, a table runner pieced quilt. Fun stuff I say!
Sadness: Many of you know that we spent a significant amount of time in the hospital with our boyo shortly after he was born. During that time we met a number of parents in similar circumstances (Thank You Ronald McDonald House--a very noble and supportive group that helps to provide housing for families close to hospitals). Similar in that we were all there because of a child in the hospital. The children's difficulties ranged widely. They included kidney failure, heart malformation and transplantation, cancer, emotional trauma and recovery from attempted suicide. We haven't been very good at keeping in touch with most of those people except for one family whose time at the hospital seemed to coincide pretty directly with ours. Their 18 month old had cancer. She's been in remission for some time but it has re-occurred and they've made the difficult decision to pursue treatment. My heart aches for them. Regardless of the outcome.
It also takes me back to those shadows in my mind that I try most of the time to keep swept back. I remember with clarity some of those experiences. Some of them, many of them are still very tender, very sore. Some of them are filled with gratitude for the health practitioners who took extra time with us. Who knew our names not just "Mom and Dad". Who encouraged us to take time for ourselves. The gratitude extends to those we already loved before we encountered the difficulties and the support that they provided us both physically and emotionally. It reminds me of loneliness and abandonment--even in the midst of all that support. It also reminds me of the frequent loss we watched as we would return to our tiny one's bedside to discover "our neighbors" had been replaced by a "wet floor" sign left after housekeeping had cleaned up. I also remember this that no matter what length of time we might have with our children it is ours to enjoy and appreciate as we will. We get to choose. We get to hold them close and have them. Moments are precious. Time together is precious. Frustrations, though they are also a real part of that time, pass. Treasure the moments.
The swirling in my head seems to be refusing to release anything else, so I'll sign off for today.
Friday, January 22, 2010
1 15 ounce Can of Pumpkin
1 Box Cake Mix
Mix together and follow directions for baking on the box.
We love using a spice mix with this recipe and the original called for chocolate. They are a very moist cupcake either way. We like the mini-pop-them-in-your-mouth-all-at-once size the best.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Yesterday morning we went for a walk and the giant spruce trees down the street were being cut down. Mowg said, "I hope the birds can have a nice home." Then on our way back by he was mesmerized by the equipment being used to clean up. We watched for about half an hour. On our way back to the house the garbage truck drove by and the driver waved to us. I'm not sure if he was responding to Mowg or remembering us from another day when we watched him pick up our garbage. It strikes me that in childhood we revere those that we truly should. The folks that get things done. The garbage men, the tree topplers, the many jobs that do things. Instead, we tend not to appreciate those folks as we get older. I think perhaps we should.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
I'm really not sure if I ever went all the way under, but I say face under is cold enough!
My friend who took the kids also brought some hot chocolate in a lidded jar, both were essential. I'd set the jar down in one of our cup holders and it flipped out onto the floor. Luckily I'd secured the lid so it was no problem.
It was a nice touch that the lid was Tropical. :)
Thanks Liz, for watching the kids and the hot chocolate! Thanks Heather for taking the pictures even though the memory card wasn't there to record them. (Who knew it would look like you took a picture and not save it!) Thanks to my kids for being good and being excited for my "swim". Thanks to my dearest for the scouting, support, the warm cider, wonderful soup and being a general go-to guy (do I need to hyphenate that? :)).
Finally thanks to all of you for your encouragement and kind words!
Mmmm loved the Tropical!
3 hours after the dip, I got cold. Very cold. Thank goodness for soup!
Monday, January 11, 2010
Coming up, aka flapping my wings.
Just taking an afternoon stroll.....in the river.
OK, get me out of here!
Nice and warm, heading home
The blanket I have wrapped around me is significant in that it is one of the last gifts my brother gave me.
He picked it up while he was in Mexico and it's one of my most treasured possessions.
Here's to you Ty!
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Then I was e-mail "visiting" with friend recently and it came to me. We used to live in an old house that was split into two apartments. She lived on one side and I lived on the other. It was an ideal "roommate" situation because we each had our own space, but could still share what we wanted quite easily. One regular occurrence for us was to visit in one of our front rooms while we sorted through our mail. We talked about so many things in those conversations. There was no focal point. Nothing that was off limits. I miss that connecting time. I learned in that space. I shared. I was excited, sad, thrilled and interested. That's what I want for my blog.
In light of that desire. I have a little something I've been a little hesitant to share as it's something almost sacred to me. It's crazy. It's important to me. I can't explain it to my satisfaction. So from my living room:
Next Monday, 01/11/10 at 1:00 p.m. I will be stepping into a River just beyond the ice pack for a few seconds. My plan is to go in and come right back out. (After all as has been pointed out to me by quite a few people the only reason that part of the river isn't frozen is that it's moving)
I need to say thank you to my dear husband who is not thrilled, but is very supportive. Thank you my dearest.
In addition, someone has agreed to donate some money to NARSAD in memory of my little brother, Tyler. This organization "supports research into the prevention and treatment of mental illness". If you are interested in joining me and/or donating, please do so. http://www.narsad.org/
Thanks and thanks for sharing your thoughts with me.
PS Yes, my Mom inspired me. She usually does.