I have discovered that the very dark Dove chocolates are the perfect pick me up at the end of a long day. They are too dark to pig out on. They melt in my mouth. One is enough – well, maybe two.
Tonight, I put one in my pocket(well, two actually) when I left on my bike ride. I stopped and sat a bit by the river. And ate those chocolates. They are wrapped in their own special deep red foil wraps that have little sayings written inside. Little bits of wisdom to savour with the chocolate.
One said, "Reread your old poems."
I think I shall do some of that. My old poems were often conversations with God. I need to revisit them maybe.
When there is a perceived threat to part of one’s body, how important that part suddenly becomes. At least in how that part is perceived and no longer taken for granted.
On Tuesday, I began to notice a tiny line like a stray hair that drifted across my left eye. It wasn’t noticeable enough to impede my sight but was noticeable enough that I noticed it. I tried to wipe away the hair or film on the surface of my eye but found no stray hair, no reason that I could tell for it being there. No pain though. So I kept on going not terribly alarmed.
I don’t recall that I noticed it after work that evening. But it was there again the next day at work. I think it had to do with the light coloured walls in the office and the white page on the computer screen. In a jumble of colours I did not notice it. However since it seemed not to be a figment of my imagination, was something new and was not going away on its own, I called the ophthalmologist, who squeezed me into his schedule on Thursday afternoon.
So, yesterday, after attending Patrick’s convocation where he was granted his BA Honours, we headed back home so I could get to my appointment and so Leo could put in a few hours of work.
My eyes were thoroughly checked and my hopes that this was just a floater and no retinal detachment were realized. What a relief.
A person gains a new appreciation for the sense that is threatened. On Wednesday, I remember looking up at the soft white clouds in the sky thinking of how much I would miss seeing the world around me if my sight were to go. How much I would miss reading. How I would miss seeing people’s faces.
I now live with a renewed sense of wonder at my sight and all that it brings into my life. I guess it is good to be reminded of these things every now and then, even if it is scary to be brought to this point.
It was such a gorgeous day. At noon I ended up with a bit longer lunch break than anticipated. So, I got away from the office for about 45 minutes.
In our city there is a little confectionary that sells the best slushes and snowdrifts. So I snuck off there to pick up a snowdrift (shhh – it is not on the dietary approved list) and who did I meet but one of my assistants stopping in at the same place for the same reason. What can a boss do when caught in the act, so to speak, but pick up the tab?
I took my ice creamy drink and headed down to the park by the river, found a quiet spot on the bank and spent a few quiet minutes there. It was the best lunch break I’ve had in a long time!
Last night saw me babysitting for two of my little grandchildren while their moms and grandpa went to see the latest Indiana Jones movie. I think they enjoyed the movie. I really enjoyed spending the time with the two kids. At first Kimia slept. Then Ronin fell asleep and Kimia woke up and ate. Then Zaka and his mom came over for some help with daycare forms. That woke Ronin up and he wasn’t too happy. Zaka tried to play with him but Ronin would have nothing to do with him. Pretty soon all three kids were making a roaring racket and having a good time.
We even got the forms figured out.
for me to remember why I do not usually go to "Gospel music" concerts. It is just not my preferred genre of music. It does not inspire my faith. It makes me tired and frustrated and I really don’t think it is meant to do that.
Maybe if it was in a different setting – rather than in a church with a bunch of older people sitting on hard pews – it would be fun. And if the music was either really "gospel" without the country or more bluesy or inspired ones feet to dance – then maybe it would be different.
I know that tonight the keyboard player was fantastic but otherwise it was not so great. Not that it was horrible – just not enough to leave me feeling good.
I suppose that being up till 2 am last night babysitting did not contribute to my enjoyment of the evening either.
Now off to cover my poor hanging baskets and plants so tonight’s possible frost does not kill them all and then to bed.
So – do you remember when we bloggers posted something new almost every day, said stuff that really mattered to us, sometimes offended our families and acquaintances, forgetting we were public?
5 years and a few days ago, I started to blog. For Randall its been 6 years. If he hadn’t reminded me, I would have passed my 5 year milestone without thinking. Really I have passed it by but he made me remember.
I went back and looked at the first real post I made. How little has changed. Yet how much I’ve changed. It is good to remember and mark anniversaries I think.
Tonight I changed the burner in our old barbeque. It works! One of my children will inherit our old barbeque if they want it.
At first I wondered if I could do it. The instructions seemed a bit complicated and I had trouble getting the old burner out to begin with. Then I figured that out and the rest was a matter of following the instructions.
A new grate to hold the ceramic tiles would also be a good idea. Metal subjected to high heat pretty much oxidizes away so it is looking a bit sad.
After that task was accomplished, I moved a big chunk of cement to use as a base under one of my big urns, leveled that area out and did some weed removal there. It is ready to plant – if I decide to leave it there. I have to get a better look at it in the light of day. I am NOT going to fill it and then try to move it.
It felt good to be outside working in the yard. I need to spend more time doing that. It clears my mind.