Ok, I had to cheat on my brew mini crossword this morning, sue me! Haha, I was stuck on the last letter of the last word, so I hit reveal.
Example only.
I love doing puzzles, word searches, and other games. And most of you know I read the Morning Brew newsletter daily. Well, each day they include a fun puzzle, and Saturdays you get a full-size crossword to do.
I don’t care for the turntable, the picodu, or the computer based jigsaw puzzles, but I love a good crossword, and most of the time I never cheat.
Today has been stormy, rainy, and just oogy outside, but its been good for me as far as pain. Almost non-existant. Maybe my strategy to cut the sugar way down has helped with that. Not that I sit around eating candy bars all day anyway. I’m so sensitive to it that if I eat a few pieces of candy-like a handful of malt balls, I’ll feel it.
So, I guess I’ll stick with my sugar-free stuff, less bread, less (almost no) alcohol, and see if I continue to feel less pain. ☺️
David and I have not been able to plan our next trip to Colorado for the summer because of delays in getting the generator fixed.
We began discussions about a route last night, and then today they told us it was time to renew our extended warranty on the bus. Luckily, I had just been paid, so I footed that huge bill.
Swivel rocker recliner with massage and heat.
Eurochair rocking, swivel, recliner.
I’m also proud to say that (because I get my ssn checks now) I was able to buy all three new chairs-two swivel, rocking recliners and one Eurochair that does the same-for under $900!! Amazon had the recliners in a pair for $500 something and the chair for $200 something. (I don’t have the figures in front of me.)
We went out to the bus today so I could put on the backsplash. It is incredibly difficult for a peel & stick product. The pattern I picked has to be cut and matched up for the “tiles” to look “set.” if I had it to do over again, I’d have picked something I could cut and measure. I’m doing my best to figure it out and make it look right. But we are both perfectionists, and had different ideas of how to set it. It was my project, so other than argue, he left me too it. It’s about 50% done. It was hard on my back, standing on tiptoe and twisting to place it on the wall facing the stove. We had to take a break and decided to finish it another day. Dave was doing some trim on the floor.
The news came from my neurosurgeon consult yesterday that other than physical therapy and pain management, there’s nothing else that she would suggest right now. My pain is unresolved, but I’m still going to put until we leave here, stretching daily as well as how me exercises, ice, and the same medications of been on. I’m praying and trying to stay positive that it resolves on its own, or that I can somehow get another nerve block injection in the future. I’m just going to do all the things I know to do like eating right, getting good sleep, and working to get stronger and believing one day, my pain will stop.
Everything is moving, just agonizingly slowly. It will all get done, and we will surely find somewhere to be for the summer. There are always options. I’m ready to be able to exercise in a pool, and those days are drawing nearer, whether it’s here or somewhere else.
I’ve been a voracious reader since I was very young.
Now, I don’t lay around reading books all day, but I do read a lot during the day. And I study, and sometimes do research…mainly to satisfy my curiosity, but sometimes for a writing project. I read blogs, articles, and news stories.
I’m enjoying reading/studying the Bible very much. John was so good, and this morning we started Acts. I thought we’d go to Luke, but I guess he comes later. He did, however write the book of Acts also. I love the Verse by Verse sermons that explain the chapter I just read in so much more detail. I wish I could encourage more of you to just check at least one out. Pick a verse in John for example, then go to that verse in the Verse by Verse app and listen to the explanation of the verse you picked. You won’t believe how much better you will understand it.
As for entertainment, I just read The Flight Attendent, which was a series I watched on Amazon first. Again, so much more detail and I realized that the series took quite a few artistic liberties. Cassie is not quite the blond bimbo they make her out to be, but she does have a drinking problem. I also discovered that the author has many other books under his belt, but I tried a sample of one and found it too difficult for me to unweave.
When I was writing my story about the Avalanche in Colorado, I did quite a bit of research about Arvada. And when I was studying to be a transcriptionist, that required a lot of it. (I haven’t finished the course, but I will someday). You probably know I love learning languages also, I’m getting along good so far with my Portuguese, it’s mashup of Spanish and French is so interesting!
Maybe someday when I am even older than I am now, I will feel ok with the thought of curling up in a comfy chair, with a blanket and cup of something warm and tasty nearby, and while away the hours with a good book.
Until then, I’ll stay with my Bible in the morning and a good novel at night. I read from my Libby app on my iPad, so I have to be careful to lay it down when I get sleepy, lest I get a bloody nose.
Next on my list? Dark Places by Gillian Flynn. It was going to be If It Bleeds by Stephen King, but it’s on hold for at least a month. I either pick by an interesting title, an author I know but haven’t read, or a recommendation. Those are my favs, and it’s how I heard about “Where the Crawdads Sing” and “Fifty Shades of Gray.”
What are your thoughts? I know there are many other bookworms out there like me! Is reading also your escape from the real world?
Well, “mother” is the word of the day but it drags up so many conflicting thoughts.
I am a mother but I don’t know if I was a good one. I have three boys that all have different traits and personalities. One lives close to me, my youngest-Chris. He is smart, good looking, and a hard worker. He and I are very close. We communicate well and have fabulous conversations…sometimes he surprises me with his knowledge and insight. He’s a born comedian, regaling us often with stories about things that happen on the job or in his personal life. I remember how hard his birth was, I went into labor on the table as they were getting me ready for my third cesarean. I had an allergic reaction to whatever they put in my epidural, so I didn’t even get to see him for almost a week. When I finally did, I was amazed at his hair! He had the most hair of all three, explain why I had such heartburn with him. He was also the longest. I think his toes were hooked in my ribs, and the doctor had to straddle me and pull him out with forceps during my cesarean! He didn’t not want to come out of the safety and comfort of my womb! Maybe that’s why we are so close. He has dark hair and striking blue eyes. Must have come from David’s granny, because David and Joshua both have hazel eyes and mine are brown.
A 12 year old pic of Chris, Dave and me.
My son Sean is my oldest, but was not raised by me. My mother and dad raised him. That’s a long story that some of you may know, others maybe not. It was not my choice, but it was my doing. I remember when he was born at Carswell AFB I cried at how much he looked like me. I wish we had a better relationship, but we didn’t bond like me and my other sons did because my mom stole that from me. I was home with him and my parents for the first six weeks after he was born, but many of the duties I should have been performing, she kind of just took over. It made me feel incompetent and unworthy as a mother and many times I tried to show her I was ready to take care of him on my own, but that was not to be. When David married me, we had to decide whether to take her to court or leave well enough alone. So he stayed with them. He comes for Sunday dinner when he can and we are working to have a better relationship. He is about my height, dark skinned and dark haired with brown eyes. You may have seen him at the bottom of the pic of all of us that I posted the other day.
Josh. I took this right before they moved to Ohio.
Finally there is Josh. He’s technically the middle child, but in our family hierarchy , he is the oldest. He had a wonderful early life, we doted on him and marveled at his ability to impress our friends with his awesome personality and the funny antics he always pulled. I remember when he was born, I though he had the most beautifully shaped head. I still have one of those school art work projects with a silhouette of his profile. It about killed me when he started messing up his beautiful self with tattoos and piercings. He is still good looking though, he is blond and tans well-he used to, I think that fades over time. He is short also, but taller than me.
So that’s it, without too much detail you know a few things about my three sons. I’ve lost my own mother, and my mother-in-law. So Mother’s Day is bittersweet for me. I miss my moms, so I have no one to buy for anymore. Not that my mom made the job easy, she was very hard to buy for. My boys never seem to have money for Mother’s day, but every once in a while, I’ll get a card or a gift. Many times I’ve gotten only a phone call and that is fine with me. At least they acknowledged the day. I used to get hurt feelings about it, but really, I don’t need them to spend money they don’t have on me. It’s the thought that counts, right?
Actually, I feel lucky that I do get a phone call because each of them are busy in their own ways, and two of them kind of live in their own little world. Whether they feel obligated or they really remember, or do it because they love me is a mystery.
Twisted Trunk Travels 