I am making a house a home,
Sometimes I struggle with staying home and not working outside of the house to provide income. I do have a job and work from home transcribing. But I could be working at a different job, providing much more income for our family.
But then I start to think, how would everything get done if I worked outside of the house? What would my house look like? What type of meals would we be eating? Would I be going through a drive thru more often? Who would take Olivia to her after school job? How would the kids get to their music lessons?
After I sit and think of all the above and a few million more...
I'm going to print this quote out and place it where I can see it on a daily basis to remind myself that yes, this is the perfect job...
Today is the anniversary of my father’s death. A week after moving into their new house, my father got up off the couch to go to the bathroom. Instead of opening the bathroom door, he opened the door to the basement and went flying down the stairs. He lived for three weeks.
How can I properly explain how I feel today? A year ago today I was home; I had so much to take care of. I was with my father the day before; visiting with him in the rehab center that he was recently moved to. My sister called me around noon to tell me my father was not doing well. She kept me informed throughout the afternoon and then around 3:00 she said,
“You better come.”
I dropped my kids off at their music lessons. My friend was going to pick them up and take them along with her kids to karate. The Colonel would be home by the time karate was over.
When I arrived in NJ, my father was already in the emergency room of the local hospital. He was sleeping. The doctors were running tests. My father woke up briefly and we talked. The doctors said they were admitting him because the pneumonia he developed due to all his ribs being broken on his left side was still present and causing problems.
My mother, sister and I went to the cafeteria to have a quick dinner while my father’s room was being prepared. We all went back to the emergency room and I stayed for awhile but it was getting late and my father was sleeping again. I took advantage of him waking up briefly to say good bye.
I looked my father in his eyes and told him I loved him and that I would see him tomorrow.
My father looked right at me,
he knew me, he said, “I love you too.”
I left the hospital to make the hour drive home to Pennsylvania. I was in the house for maybe 5 minutes and my sister called and told me, “Daddy died.” I didn’t believe her. He was fine when I left him. He wasn’t in danger of dying. I never would have left if I thought he was going to die.
I can’t imagine what it was like for my sister and my mother to be there while my father was dying.
They said he started having seizures after I left and then he was gone.
My mother said that she and my sister “ushered Daddy into heaven.”
They told him it was okay to go. And then he was gone.
Why did God take my father? Why didn’t God allow him to recover from this fall? Over the past year we have thought about this and we truly believe that the Lord was sparing us for hard times to come. My father was already having problems with his memory before he fell and while he was in the hospital they diagnosed him with dementia.
My father died knowing all of us. He knew my mother, he knew his children, and most importantly he knew his grandchildren. We didn’t have to suffer while watching his health fail; watching his memory fail; watching him turn into a shell of a man.
My father lived his life with dignity and the Lord saw to it that he would also die with dignity.
I’m grateful for the life my father lived and the example he set before me.
And the one way I can honor my father is to continue to serve the Lord as faithfully as my father did.
I know that when I get to heaven, my father will be waiting for me.
And he’ll take me by the hand and lead me to my Saviour just like he did when I was a little girl listening to him preach one Sunday night many years ago...
The garden is ready and waiting for plants!
But the weather must start to cooperate a little! It was overcast and misty on Saturday, but we still worked outside. And as everyone who deals with curly hair knows, that kind of weather is really not the best to be doing anything outside!
Sunday was a very cold and windy day. I had placed some of the lettuce plants, still in their pots, out in the garden on Saturday, but we had to take them in on Sunday...it was just too windy and cold for them to be outside. I had another tray of lettuce up on the back porch, but the wind took care of them!
They blew all over the back porch...
...and we were not able to save them.
I loved the raised beds in our new garden. The Colonel plans on making raised beds in the "old" section of the garden next year. He even surprised me with a little bench in the garden, to sit on and contemplate...very funny!
I love the bench.
Last night was our Karate Service. It was a wonderful service. I played the piano and quite a few of the kids involved in karate either played an instrument or sang, Michael played his guitar and did quite well.
And then we had cake and coffee afterwards to celebrate our one year anniversary. What's an anniversary without cake???
Well I'm off to visit with all of my friends...YOU!!
My favorite part of the day is spending some time with each of you and learning about your days...Enjoy!
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I was reading a great blog this morning. She had the following posted and I found reading the answers so much fun, I'm "stealing" her idea. Please check out her blog, Chronicles of a Country Girl. I think you'll enjoy yourself!
Leave your answers in your comments! Come on, it's fun!
Fill in the blanks...
When I was young I could____________________.
In 1996 I was___________________________.
I can ____________________in two minutes flat.
__________________________makes me smile every time.
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Last year I spent the day in the hospital with my father. This year it was with the Colonel. Yes, the Colonel came home Saturday evening from Texas with a lovely infection in his knee. He did manage to keep it hidden from me until 30 minutes before we were to leave for church. He even made his fabulous crepes for breakfast for all of us. Then I noticed...
He then showed me his knee and said, "It'll be better in a day or two."
I immediately said, "NO, something is wrong."
So instead of sitting in church, we sat in the Emergency Room
for 3 hours waiting for a doctor to come and look at his knee.
Let's just say it was twice the size of his other knee and quite red. These are the instruments they used to make sure there were no abscesses inside. They "kindly" numbed his knee before using a scalpel! It was quite painful he said and now in addition of having to deal with the pain from an infection in his knee, he is dealing with the pain of being stabbed in his knee.
After we returned home from the hospital, the Colonel rested awhile and the kids gave me their presents. A beautiful charm for my charm bracelet from Olivia and a set of soap and lotion from Bath and Body Works from Michael. We then went to dinner, which was very nice.
The Colonel even gave me a gift, but I'm still trying to learn how to use it
before I tell you what it is!
I hope you all had a wonderful day! I have a few new followers, so I'm off to check out their blogs and spend some time with the rest of you! Enjoy your day!
Cucumbers, green beans, sugar snap peas and squash...
Pumpkins and tomatoes. I really need to get the pumpkins in the ground, they are so huge!
And finally, my marigolds. I have three flats of these.
The Colonel will be home two days next week, can you guess what we'll be doing?
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I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi I'd been drinking...
The Pepsi is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye...
I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers. I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote Someone left it on the kitchen table. I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it,
I worked on music most of the weekend. We had another rehearsal on Saturday and that went great. Then worship on Sunday went well also. I was nervous, but enjoyed myself...well that is if you consider sweating tremendously enjoyable!
This was not the first time I've played the piano in our church. Our pastor's wife plays every service. She is so good and she enjoys it.
We had a candidate come yesterday morning and we voted on him last night and I'm happy to report that we have a new pastor! His wife does play the piano...but I think I'll be playing more than I have so life will be a little busier but that's okay!
I mentioned awhile ago that we are putting in a brand new stairway and work begins this week! Here's a picture of what's sitting in my garage...
These railings will be stained to match the rest of the molding in our house. The builder completely ignored my request to stain them and when I came back a week later they were polyurethaned. And it was a bad job...some railings were done, some weren't. This has been bothering us for over 5 years and we finally decided to change it.
I'll post pictures of how they look next week...that's if my contractor ever gets here! He said he'd be back this morning, but we all know how that goes!
Well I'm off to visit all my wonderful blogging friends!
And a few new ones as well!
When I finally checked my cell phone, I had 3 messages, one from my mom and two from the Colonel. The last one went something like this:
Didn't know I would be missed!