Wednesday, March 17, 2010

it's a grateful kinda day

So much good news! Baby Staci is doing well, and she will probably get to go home very soon. No more oxygen...she's breathing on her own. The only tube she had left was for some nutrition, but she's eating better I'm betting they'll spring her soon!

And God has to have a sense of humor. Who else would provide a job through a service person who had to come out to the house to fix a well?? The son who was living between two worlds? (Well, between two states, anyway.) Yeah, that one. The one you prayed for? Yeah. God is amazing. He has a job offer near home that he can afford to take. If it all checks out, the family will all be living in the same state again! And fortunately it will be the one I live in. :) Hooray!!!

Baby Skyler, the other newborn who was admitted to the hospital with RSV is now RSV-free and home again! So much to be thankful for. I appreciate all y'all for your support and kind words and prayers. Every one of you.

Mama Bear can sleep tonight.

Monday, March 15, 2010

random notes

It seems like everything is random lately. Little bits of flotsam and jetsam drifting aimlessly around in my little puddle of life. My life is a collection of sound bites, skimming over the surface, but never dipping too deep. It's a bit odd.

Our grandbaby is getting better, praise God! And thank you for your precious prayers. She is off oxygen for now, and I'm hoping hard it will stay that way.

Our newest grandbaby was admitted to the hospital the night before last guessed it: RSV. Wowza. I haven't heard an update on him yet. Pray he gets over this quickly as well!

And a little more rain must fall into baby # 1's it's problems with the well. Pray they're not expensive to repair.

It was daylight savings weekend--we sprang ahead. Only I haven't felt very springy all day. More like exhausted. So why am I still up blogging? Because I can't stand not to. I miss it so. But the time change was difficult to adjust to this time around. I don't like it, as my friend Amy's nephew Max would say. He didn't say no. He said, "I don't like it." My new motto. But it's like I'm missing an electrical connection or something. I need to charge up and plug into my blog. :)

On the bright side, I checked out two delightful books from the library: Journal Spilling: Mixed Media Techniques for Free Expression, and Creative Time and Space: Making Room for Making Art. Those titles are so appealing. And just look at the beautiful covers.

I'm inspired to find ways to make time and make space to make art. That creative bug is dancing around me frantically, trying to get me to follow it. If I wait until I have "enough time", I'll be waiting forever and I'll never get to make art.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

a tribute to Hero's Tribute

Wowza! What a great book.

I'm talking about Hero's Tribute, by Graham Garrison. This is not the usual type of book that I would read, because it first struck me as either a war story or a rah-rah patriotic type of book. Not that those are bad. I just usually choose to read other things.

But the plotline intrigued me. Why would anyone want to get a complete stranger to write their eulogy, and specifically ask them to dig deep to find everything, to tell an unbiased story. I would want people to think the best of me, and to remember the good things about me. I would NOT go out of my way to ask them to dig the skeletons out of my closet, that's for sure.

But Michael Gavin is not an ordinary man. Well, he is, but he isn't.

The first Wes Watkins heard of Michael Gavin, local hero, was after Gavin had passed away from a tenacious case of cancer. Wes was a small town reporter, and when he received the request written by a dying Gavin asking Wes to write Gavin's eulogy, he was baffled.

This turned out to be one of those books that kept romancing me the whole time I was reading it. I kept thinking about it. I carried it in the car with me, as I often do when I want to finish a book. I read at stoplights. I read for a couple of minutes after I park the car. I read when I'm waiting for Erica to be done at get the gist.

Usually I have one eye on the light as I read, waiting for it to change, but I got so engrossed in the story that the person in the car behind me had to honk at least a few times before I realized the turn light was green! And I wasn't the first car in line. Yikes. I may have to rethink this reading at stoplights. LOL.

I'm not going to tell you what Wes found out, but I will tell you that warts and all, I think I would have liked Michael Gavin. And I think you'll like him, too. But the best part of the story was the puzzle of getting to know him through Wes's investigative endeavors.

I can hardly wait for the next Graham Garrison novel. I hope he has many more stories to share. If you're interested in reading more about Garrison and his writing, just click here to go to his site.

Sunday, March 7, 2010

I hate when the babies are sick...

Three (or four) of my grandbabies are sick with RSV...they're part of the family of six kids...and one of the sick ones is the new baby. She is in the hospital on oxygen and a nebulizer, and may have to be put on an IV if she doesn't start eating a little better. Poor baby. The other ones who are sick are home but on meds. That is such yucky stuff for the little ones.

Please, will you pray, and ask that the children recover quickly, and pray for the parents, too. There's health stuff going on, and job stuff going on...they've been hanging on by just their fingernails for a while, and they just need to see some daylight already!

Thank you so much!

Saturday, March 6, 2010

saturday happenin's

It's been kind of a blah day. I didn't sleep in very late because I had to go pick up Erica from her friends' house. Now she's gone again. She's 17. I guess she thinks she has a life of her own or something.

Gail was home from the dorm for a couple of days, but she had to go back today, so it's getting pretty quiet on the home front. The rest of the kids are out celebrating Mel's birthday. She's a quarter of a century old...just a little spring chickadee compared to me. Half a century is a LOT older. Twice as old. But guess what! I don't feel old at all. That's wonderful.

Let's see...what else did we do today? My honey made pork steaks on the grill--delicious as always. And now, I have dishes to do and a counter or two to clean off. I've been cleaning the kitchen cupboards out. It's getting to the point where I can't fit the things in there that I use all the time, but the stuff that is in there never gets used. So it's time to purge some stuff out and make a donation run.

I just don't need all that stuff, you know? I try to look at it all and just think...what would I want out of all this if I were furnishing a new kitchen in a new home for myself, and what would I want to get rid of if I knew someone else could use it and would appreciate it.

I also have Other People's Stuff. Better not donate that disposable dish or pan you still have because so-and-so left it here at the last potluck. They would be mad if I got rid of their stuff. I'm afraid that as soon as I screw up my courage to ditch the thing, they'll come looking for it. So it sits there...I guess until the statute of limitations runs out. If they leave it here for a year, they lose all rights. Don't you think? 'Specially if I forget whose it is.

I'm not very good at delivering stuff to people like that. I get sidetracked long before I gather it all together to go make a run. It gets scattered all over the house and before you know it, it's buried deep in some closet, along with the good intentions I had for delivering it.

Tupperware is a big hook for me. I find it very difficult to part with ANY Tupperware. Not even a little scoop, or a little bowl with no cover. Because of having sold it (many moons ago), I appreciate the "value" of it. But if it's taking up real estate in my cupboard and I'm not using it, there's really not much value there, is there?

Or how about other random disposable storage containers. All different sizes and shapes and covers who knows where? Why, oh why do I save them and put myself through the wild goose cover chase?

And then there are some things that I still have because either I always wanted them (even if I never use them), or I'm afraid if I gave them up, other people would snatch them up and think they got a deal, and then I'd feel like I missed a good opportunity to have something valuable. Is that crazy or what?

I just need a big "undecided" box to put this stuff into, and the box magically empties itself into the garbage dumpster. No indecision, no worry. No guilt, no clutter. Just drop and go, blissfully oblivious.

Yeah, right. :)

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Crystal Bowersox rox my sox off!!

Last night I had class, but I had American Idol set to record, as I usually do, just in case I miss it or in case someone is TALKING to me when the show is on. Sometimes people actually CALL me during AI, NOT on a commercial! I know! I have to be very patient with these people. (LOL. You know who you are...)

But I got home from class, and both the TV and the satellite box were OFF. I stayed calm, but inside I was freaking out!! If you imagine an addict going into withdrawal, plug my face in there. Now imagine my delirious face when I turned it on to check, and the WHOLE SHOW had been recorded. YES!

So by the time I started watching it, the show was over, obviously. In fact, the two hour block for voting was almost over. I watched Crystal Bowersox do a Creedence Clearwater Revival song, and started calling in to vote right then. Now I don't usually vote in the early eliminations because I don't get attached very fast. But THAT was...words fail me. I'm going to steal someone else's was bomb! Ridiculous! I'd buy her music now if it all sounded like that. I voted until the time ran out on voting.

*deep breath* Okay, I'm better now that I got that off my mind. But I think I'll actually vote this season, as long as she stays on the show. I don't even think I voted for Adam Lambert last season, even though I was rooting for him to win. In retrospect, I'm glad that Kris Allen won, though. I just thought Adam was fantastically talented. Adam will still be a success musically, but I think that overall, Kris is probably more representative of the music I like to listen to.

I didn't get to see all the guys night from this week yet, but I'll probably catch that tonight. Where was I Tuesday? I can't even remember. Oh. Doing dishes and picking up Erica from practice.

And tonight? Erica's game is not a home game after all, so, a little grocery shopping, and trying to fit in Yes Man with Jim Carrey. Anyone seen it? Whaddya think?