Sunday, June 11, 2017

Falling down

Warning:  gore galore.

I fell on the sidewalk outside of the Erwin Center after graduation.  I was navigating through crowds in blazing sun.  I guess I lost my footing - I have no idea how it happened.  But I didn't faint, certainly, and I wasn't dizzy or anything.  It just happened.

I even walked plenty after it happened - around to the where the school buses were parked to take carpoolers back to north Austin.  On the bus riding home I told Scout it hurt really bad, and I took a picture to show him.  I don't think all of my peeps realized I fell.  Oooh nice, skin hanging by a thread.

The next morning I didn't think it looked too bad - save for the skin still there, which Hubby insisted I trim off.  It hurt, but I carried on with my weekend.  We went to a winery and hung out at Highlands.  I was doctoring it best I could.  

Hang on - it seems to be progressing to worse.

 At one point it looked like it was dehiscing.  And oh my goodness, it hurt so bad.  I had to either wear shorts or keep it under soft gauze.  Having anything touch it sent me over the edge. 

I thought it was getting infected, too, so I made an appointment to see my doc about five days in.  She said, no looks like it's trying to heal.

A couple of days after that, above.  Still hurts so bad.  I think I probably have a big bruise under there, too.  She advised me to take Aleve, which hurts my stomach.  So, mainly I am not.

Eight days later, it still hurts, and is super itchy which can only mean that the skin is healing, much like a healing sunburn.  I never had beautiful legs, so I'm not pining for perfect skin.  I just wish it hadn't happened.  In any case, it didn't hamper the happy of the occasion, and I have soldiered on...
But, damn.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Work and Life

Week three of my new shift under my belt and it has been an interesting time.  Not the least of which because there is a whole new set of co-workers - people I had seen here and there in the past, but not really worked with.  One in particular who could not be described as respectful and appropriate, but since that one has now moved on to another job, I'm even less concerned about her than I was, which was not much.  I am single-mindedly pursuing my path, keeping  work-life balance a priority.  Doing my best while I am there while trying to move out of the venting and stressing routine I was in.  Focusing on home and family during the day and on weekends instead of thinking about my job.  It's a work in progress for sure.

I miss being at my sweet house in the evenings, and looking out the breakroom at the sunset is not the same as enjoying it at my house, but for now, I feel very Ok with this schedule.  It has allowed me to see a different side of myself as a worker, a mom, and wife.  I stay a little closer to home during the week, and that feels nice.  I have had a nap and reading time every day and that's nice, too.  And I am able to provide a clean home and a meal to my peeps every day and that is HUGE.  I think that overall the change has been positive for me.  And if I move yet again to a swing shift, it will continue to evolve, and I expect that to be positive, too.  
So for now, I am focusing on experiencing the happy more often and doing my best to pull out of my negative thoughts routine.  It's challenging for me as I have deep-rooted opinions and behaviors.  But I'm just going to keep moving forward!

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

So far

It's been about like I thought it would be on my new shift.  I like having every morning in my peaceful house with time to get things done as I need to.  I like leaving said house clean and neat every day, returning to a clean kitchen at night and going straight to bed.  I really like the new, simpler meal plan.  And I love that weekends are all mine to spend with my peeps  (even if we work around the house, which is also nice). 

But I also feel like I am in a perpetual time change.  I sleep like a rock, then struggle to get up in time to see my peeps for a short while each morning.  Mark leaves the house by 7, so if I don't get up by 6:30 I will miss him altogether.  I have better luck with Gray since he doesn't generally leave until 7:45.  But it's not exactly quality time.  I have fallen back into mothering mode, making his breakfast and setting some things out for his lunch.  And for Dylan, I heat up some leftovers for lunch and invite him to sit a bit, which he does.  As always, there is that push-and-shove that comes with people needing to get to school and work on time.
Only time will tell how long I can make this new schedule work for all of us, not just me.  It's just gotten started and I owe it a least a year or so. For me, there are more pros than cons.  
I don't miss working weekends at all.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Happiness is the feeling you’re feeling when you want to keep feeling it

Time to do a post about things that are making me happy right about now.  I figure the more I focus on the positive, the more positive there will be.  Even if that doesn't happen, it's nice to take a break from the negative.  Sometimes, feeling happiness is so fleeting.  So I guess I need to grab it while I can, big or small.
*My nails having recovered and looking good
*New books to read
*Mark getting his cataract surgery (and the fact that we have funds in the HSA to pay for it)
*Flowers in my kitchen window
*Not stressing about my job when I am off (this is HUGE)
*Homemade banana bread for my peeps
*Mark being happy and fulfilled in his new job
*Got a new pair of shoes today and I love them!
*The Girl coming to visit in a couple of weeks
*The trash and recycle dudes arriving late today, giving me time to get all the extra stuff out after I cleaned house
*My clean house that is quiet and calm and smells so nice... and a glass of wine as reward
*Getting things crossed off my To Do list - I feel accomplished!

Thursday, March 9, 2017

No good deed shall go unbitched about

Recently an attack of "niceness" came over me.  I'm recovered now, but for a while there it was touch and go...
You know how a well-known photo gift company likes to send out freebies?  Well, they do.  About half the time I get the offer on a Sunday and am at work, so I don't have time to put photos together for it.  Or, I will think "oh, I should order that for so-and-so", but I don't have the address with me, so I don't order it before it expires.  After all, I don't want to have to pay for postage twice.  But a couple of weeks ago, I happened to get a code for 2 free 8x10 prints, and since a relative of mine remarked how she loved Dylan's work, AND I had her mailing address with me, I ordered her two prints.  I didn't even tell her I had done it, wanting it to be a fun surprise.  Because it's fun to do nice things.
Well, that received:

Subject: Thanks
For the photos you sent me.  It is just a shame they are so dark, can’t make out much in them.  And Dylan’s name is cut in half. I’m sure the originals were very nice, but Photo Company does not produce a quality print.  Don’t know that I’d use them in the future.  How about emailing me the digital and I’ll make my own copies.  Thanks!
Love, Relative

Why does this make me feel bratty?  I mean, it's not like it's worded in a nasty way or anything.  It's not like Dylan's art is being called into question.  It's not even like that person is insulting me personally with my choice of giftie surprise.  I guess it's just the whole idea of doing something fun and unexpected for someone and instead of them just saying thanks and leaving it at that, it has to be critiqued.  The thought behind the gift is not being called into question, and I have zero control over the way the photo company prints.  But, my goodness.  The only person out time, effort, and $4 for shipping is me.  I wasn't looking for thanks and praise.  I only wanted to do a nice thing.

And no way am I going to email my son's professional work without his permission.  For all I know he may have wanted to charge for it. I shouldn't have printed them in the first place, I guess.  

Tuesday, February 28, 2017


One of the things I have let slip the past few months is crafting and sewing - creating.  I can't really blame it on not having a crafting space any more since Spencer moved out over a month ago.  It's just that I seem to get caught in this loop of the To Do list that never gets completely done.  And I prioritize things so that "fun" seems to fall off the list more easily.  Time to let some of the drudge go, for my own piece of mind, and get engaged in creating.  And not just cooking or planting - sewing.

Even when I was in college I made time to sew, so I know it's more of a habit thing.  I just have to start adding it into my schedule so that it becomes a regular activity.  I keep pinning and bookmarking things I want to make and I know that once I get started, the creativity will flow, and possible spill over to other areas of my life.  The crafts I have going right now are: making a bunting for the mantel using an inspiration I saw at this site, sewing myself a couple of skirts, and cross stitching something for Grayson.  Plus, I want to move on to bigger projects (like maybe a quilt, or clothing) , and I feel as tho I've been away from sewing big things for awhile.  So, I intend on picking easy things and move up from there.  Gotta start somewhere!

Thursday, February 9, 2017

The weight of a quilt

Let me preface this little tale by saying:   You cannot, should not, give someone something as a gift, and then ask for it back.  It's not yours to ask for.  And trying to make the person feel guilty or sad for you is underhanded.  It's something I think most of us learn as children.  But I also think that as we get older, we become more like children, no?
Last week I visited my mother and admired a quilt that she had just finished for a great great nephew of mine.  I helped her with it, even.  It had little boys appliqued in calico, each holding a toy or a treat. See?  I drew the things the boys were holding or playing with.

It was fun to see the art I had drawn, all embroidered on the quilt.  And as usual I complimented her on it.  We had an okay visit - I helped her locate a ring she though she had lost, ran her over to a feed store for seed potatoes, and took her out for lunch.  {Visits with my mother are all about listening to her, doing for her, helping her.  Seldom is she interested in what I have going on...} But after lunch she zingered me by telling me that she wanted a baby quilt back that she had given me when Grayson was born.  She said I guilted her into giving it to me.  I don't even remember having a conversation about baby quilts when Gray was born - I'm sure it was the last thing on my mind at the time!  If my mother wasn't interested in my first three babies, why would I assume she'd be interested in the 4th?  Having her make a quilt for him is not even something I would have mentioned to her. 

In the above photo, the quilt in question is the third one from the bottom, with a turquoise square between tiny red and white floral.  Its a lovely quilt - made of vintage and antique fabric, and I really assumed that when she gave it to me, it was a GIFT.  For a new baby who also happened to be her 17th grandchild.  And something about her telling me she wants it back makes me dig my heels in even harder and make sure she understands that I wouldn't consider doing so, no matter what.  Because why?  What does an 87 year old person want with a baby quilt she gave to me as a gift?  Why would she have relinquished it to begin with if it were so dear to her?  And why wait 18 years to tell me she regretted giving it to me and wants it back?  Um, too damn late.  And, rude.
     The short answer, of course, is no.  But I wrote her a letter today and mentioned the quilt at the end of the letter.  I told her I hoped she wasn't serious about wanting it back.  That I had it stored away in a safe place awaiting it's future owner - Grayson's firstborn.  And I just left it at that.  And I am hoping she and I won't have to have words over it.  Because that would be ridiculous.
     I feel as though I will never fully understand the woman.  If Chloe came to me and wanted just about anything of mine that had meaning to her, I would give it to her.  Especially things I have made with my own hands.  I would be both pleased and flattered that something I created would have meaning for her.  And I would never ask for it back, because I would give it fully and freely to begin with.  Things are not love.  Love is love.  But asking for something back that you gave in love, is like asking for the love back.
     So that's about what it boils down to - she cannot give freely of herself without regret.  And apparently, an 18 year old baby quilt is weighing on her mind.  And now I have that off my chest, so it isn't going to weigh on mine...