So here's a day in my post surgery life June 2013
6:30 a.m. Wake up, dress and go for a short walk. I've been told a short walk is good, but there is no mention of what a "short walk" is. I'm guessing something under 20 minutes since I am directed to not stand or sit for longer than this. I have been going to the corner and back and today a bit further.
7:00 a.m. eat breakfast This is usually yogurt and fruit and or granola or peanut butter toast or a protein drink. Today I had a boathouse chocolate protein drink and half a banana and it was a treat.
I put clean dishes away from the dishwasher and load what's in the sink and handwash a few extra things left out from previous night. A colander, a few pans and etc
7:30 a.m. Back to bed for prayer and meditation and to read and journal. Today I prayed for my son who is a little unsure of his route to work and heavy traffic.
8:30a.m. I've said goodbye to my husband who has left for work by now and also to my son who has just started working his first full-time job. Lie down and see if I can rest a bit-sometimes I can fall back to sleep.
10:00 a.m. I'm up because the phone has been ringing, but didn't catch it in time.
Get up and get on computer to pay some bills and check bank accounts. I checked e-mail and looked at facebook. I love facebook. Yesterday I chatted with a friend who also had a hysterectomy last week.
11:30 a.m. I went outside to lie down on the trampoline for a little sunbath. I have to use a stool to climb up and down. It feels great to lie down in the sun. I have always loved this and I think it must help my vitamin D and seratonin levels because I always feel good after a few minutes in the sun. Now that I'm almost 50 I try to limit my sun exposure to 10 or 15 minutes.
12:00 p.m. some inside and coax various kids at various stages of wakefulness to do chores and help me load laundry and bring laundry up to be folded. They find this extremely annoying. Children like mine like their mother to be up and healthy and are thrown for a loop with too many demands for additonal help. I could not care less, and feel this will be a great learning experience for them all.
12:30 p.m. Eat an apple.
1:00 p.m. Took a shower.
1:15 p.m. Watched Kathie Gifford and Hoda Kotbe on Today. Oh brother.
2:00 p.m. Took a nap.
3:00 p.m. Yesterday I tried to read some more in my book "THe Tiger's Wife". I need a new book.
I'm also working on a "yarn and rope coil" basket. Didn't feel like working on it today.
4:00 p.m. I was not very hungry today. I don't think I ate lunch? Invited youngest son to give his turtle a bath, and oldest to bring laundry up, and middle child to go water the veggie garden.
1st middle child has been sort of missing in action yesterday and today. I think she does not want to be assigned any more chores.
I'm a little paniked about dinner tonight, after about a week of having my lovely neighbors bring dinner in.
Can we do it ourselves? I have enlisted everybody's help to make french toast and sausage.
5:00 p.m.Watched news. Had to get on and read the Blog of the girl who was drowned in Lake Powell, whose body they found this week.
This had made me get on and write on my own blog even though I have not blogged for over a year.
6:00 p.m. Dinner became quesa dillas with avocados and black beans and salsa. It was much easier than I though it would be.
I am so happy though that I told two friends they could bring dinner tomorrow.
It's my birthday this thursday and I feel very thankful to have finally had this surgery and this summer to recovery and heal.
I'm excited for this next phase of my life...have almost completed my 50th trip around the sun!
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Mele Kaleki Maka
I could not believe Mrs. Anderson, my third grade teacher did not choose me to Hula Dance to "Mele- Kaleki-Maka" for the Christmas program! April, Gaye, Kathy as well as my friend Katie were chosen, along with I think 2 or 3 other girls (?), because of their very coordinated and fabulously danced Hulas. They were also going to get to wear little bikini tops (really? I guess that was not really a big deal in 1971) with lays and grass skirts for heck sakes. I remember being seriously surprised that I was overlooked, and because I was full of confidence and of course full of myself I set out to show my expert "hula" every chance I got. I practiced at recess, in the hall, and at every moment I thought Mrs. Anderson might notice me. I remember thinking that once she saw me she would absolutely realize her mistake in not choosing me! She did notice me, thankfully, as I swayed like a born Hawaiian one day in the hall. What a kindness she did me to acknowledge and graciously invite me to join in the dance, not at all because I was a good dancer- but because of my exuberance. She seemed to be easily delighted and willing to be kind at every opportunity. I have known a lot of people like that and it's funny how many of them are teachers from my elementary school days. Mrs. Carr, Mrs. Anderson, Mrs. Nelson were complete darlings. Mrs. Nelson even had parties at her house for us which included being able to hike up the "H" rock behind her house.
Happily, thanks to Mrs. Anderson, that's what I think about whenever I hear Bing croon"Mele Kaleki Maka".
It's like the message from "It's A Wonderful Life" about how we all influence each other in small but meaningful ways. I'm thankful for good people throughout my life who have influenced me for good by sharing kindnesses and by just being who they are. It makes me want to try harder to not let a chance for acknowledging someone in kindess pass me by.
Happily, thanks to Mrs. Anderson, that's what I think about whenever I hear Bing croon"Mele Kaleki Maka".
It's like the message from "It's A Wonderful Life" about how we all influence each other in small but meaningful ways. I'm thankful for good people throughout my life who have influenced me for good by sharing kindnesses and by just being who they are. It makes me want to try harder to not let a chance for acknowledging someone in kindess pass me by.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Marriage list for my children
In thinking about the news of Ms. Kardashian's recent failed marriage today I was considering the list I have made for my own children regarding what they should look for in a mate. I have never shared this complete list with them, only at times when for example we're hiking and I say something like; "Make sure the person you marry likes to hike." or about themselves; "Don't burp at the table or no one will want to marry you."
Here's the list I have for my children I hope they will think about... (In no particular order)
1. Don't marry anyone who says "I don't cook". I think everyone in a family should know and love to cook at least a few things.
2. Marry someone who reads and can tell you what their favorite books are.
3. Don't marry anyone who parks in a handicapped stall. ( Unless, of course they are a person with a disability)
4. Don't marry anyone who makes fun of anybody.
5. Don't marry anyone who takes longer than 20 minutes to get ready for the day.
6. Watch out for girls under 30 with fake nails. (Except maybe for special occasions)
7. Marry someone who loves dogs. (If someone is kind to animals-they are usually kind to everybody)
8. Marry someone only after you've hiked with them. The longer the hike the better. Do they complain a lot? What is the conversation like? Are they so focused on the heat, the bugs, messing up their hair or getting back to their video games that they miss the beauty of nature?
9. Marry someone who believes in the same God you do.
10. Find someone who will tell you what their faults are. They will usually admit when they are wrong.
11. Marry someone who's parents did not give them everthing they wanted.
12. Marry someone who thinks you're awesome and who does not tell you what to do.
Run fast and far away from someone who is critical and who wants you to change.
13. Look for someone who has a dog, and then see if they clean up their dogs poop. Don't trust anyone who won't clean up after their dog. I firmly believe that people who don't mind cleaning up after their dogs are not afraid to get messy, tend to have open minds and hearts, are willing to serve others, can weather life's storms without freaking out, and are okay with the fact that sometimes you have to put up with a little crap from those you love.
Here's the list I have for my children I hope they will think about... (In no particular order)
1. Don't marry anyone who says "I don't cook". I think everyone in a family should know and love to cook at least a few things.
2. Marry someone who reads and can tell you what their favorite books are.
3. Don't marry anyone who parks in a handicapped stall. ( Unless, of course they are a person with a disability)
4. Don't marry anyone who makes fun of anybody.
5. Don't marry anyone who takes longer than 20 minutes to get ready for the day.
6. Watch out for girls under 30 with fake nails. (Except maybe for special occasions)
7. Marry someone who loves dogs. (If someone is kind to animals-they are usually kind to everybody)
8. Marry someone only after you've hiked with them. The longer the hike the better. Do they complain a lot? What is the conversation like? Are they so focused on the heat, the bugs, messing up their hair or getting back to their video games that they miss the beauty of nature?
9. Marry someone who believes in the same God you do.
10. Find someone who will tell you what their faults are. They will usually admit when they are wrong.
11. Marry someone who's parents did not give them everthing they wanted.
12. Marry someone who thinks you're awesome and who does not tell you what to do.
Run fast and far away from someone who is critical and who wants you to change.
13. Look for someone who has a dog, and then see if they clean up their dogs poop. Don't trust anyone who won't clean up after their dog. I firmly believe that people who don't mind cleaning up after their dogs are not afraid to get messy, tend to have open minds and hearts, are willing to serve others, can weather life's storms without freaking out, and are okay with the fact that sometimes you have to put up with a little crap from those you love.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Throwing up is not dangerous
It sometimes starts with someone who laments "I don't feel good." Early on, you can try acidophiles or chamomile tea, but if it progresses to the "crying stage" you know you're in for some action. After all these years I can spot a kid who's going to throw up a mile away. Mine or someone else's, actually, it's a gift I have. Also, after all the sickness I've encountered, I have an iron stomach and am lightening fast with a garbage can. I'm pretty proud of that fact and am trying to figure out how or where to list it on my resume. Nothing makes me queasy anymore, and I've pretty much seen it all from boogers wiped on walls, moldy mysteries in the fridge to vomit on the carpet. I can easily clean up, diaper or "cath" a kid at school while taking about the weather. I'm also good with feeding tubes and drool management.
Sometimes, if the throwing up thing is not an absolute I can talk someone out of it with a little coaching. If they can lie still in the "corpse position" and breath deeply, sometimes with a good foot rub and relaxation the nausea will pass. If it's imminent, then you bring them a bowl and give them the "throwing up is not dangerous" speech. For a few of my kids the fear of it is the worst. Once it happens it's better.
I hardly ever throw up anymore. I'm pretty sure it's because I've lived through 5 pregnancies where I've barfed my guts out for the first 13 weeks and I'm pretty sure that used up all my barf allotments. Really, I just spell-checked that word and I can't believe that's how you spell allotments.
Sometimes, if the throwing up thing is not an absolute I can talk someone out of it with a little coaching. If they can lie still in the "corpse position" and breath deeply, sometimes with a good foot rub and relaxation the nausea will pass. If it's imminent, then you bring them a bowl and give them the "throwing up is not dangerous" speech. For a few of my kids the fear of it is the worst. Once it happens it's better.
I hardly ever throw up anymore. I'm pretty sure it's because I've lived through 5 pregnancies where I've barfed my guts out for the first 13 weeks and I'm pretty sure that used up all my barf allotments. Really, I just spell-checked that word and I can't believe that's how you spell allotments.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Old Movie Treasure
It's 31 days of Oscar this month on TCM and I'm in heaven!
I love old classic movies and what I feel and learn when I watch them.
What I also love is that I still havn't seen a lot of these old, great movies, and every time I'm introduced to a new old movie I'm completely blown away.
It reminds me of this dream I have every once in awhile about our old house. It was a tiny two bedroom, late Pioneer era house by the Capitol that we loved. Because of the "historic" nature of the little house our plans for additions were repeatedly refused by the city. They don't like the idea of making anything "bigger" over on Wall Street.
We even played with the idea of converting the attic to a sort of small community bedroom for all the girls, but it just felt like a real challenge to try to undergo construction w/ all our little kids, and that didn't solve the one bathroom, tiny kitchen problem. Our family had exploded from three when we bought the house to seven in just a few short years we were quite busting at the seams, and resigned ourselves to the fact that we had to look for a larger house. Over the years we remember our old little house fondly and wonder what our lives would be like if we had stayed there and tried to make it work. I think that it the basis for the dream I have, which is this; I dream that we are in that house, or that we have a chance to go back to it, or like it's a very lucky circumstance that somehow we "remember" we have this house we can go live in. In my dream we are there, very happily unpacking or reaquainting ourselves with the rooms and sweet charm of the place, when all of a sudden we realize there is a hidden door leading to other rooms, a whole lot of new space we just didn't realize we had before. All our problems are solved and we find there is plenty of very delighful space.
The idea is like "Wow, I didn't know that room was here!" or "How could we not have noticed this room before?" It's like discovering you've really always had something...you couldn't quite appreciate or "see" before....like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ.
I have this dream pretty often these days, I guess especially now that we have all these kids who are becoming teenagers, complaining about sharing rooms and having to navigate around each other in our current house that sometimes feels just too darn small. It's funny how huge four bedrooms, two bathrooms and an unfinished basement felt ten years ago, when we were used to our tiny Pioneer Cottage.
Anyway, that's how finding an old movie feels to me. I can't believe I have lived all these years w/ out ever seeing The Inn of the Sixth Happiness with Ingrid Bergman! I saw it for the first time on Saturday and now I think It must be my new favorite movie! Maybe it was significant because there seemed to be some very definite messages in it for me at this time in my life. I doubt I would have appreciated those messages before. I'm also in love with The Best Days of our Lives, Pygmalian, Captains Courageous and about a million others. There are a few weeks left of 31 days of Oscar, so I'm excited about what other "old movie rooms" will be added to the little cottage in my brain.
I love old classic movies and what I feel and learn when I watch them.
What I also love is that I still havn't seen a lot of these old, great movies, and every time I'm introduced to a new old movie I'm completely blown away.
It reminds me of this dream I have every once in awhile about our old house. It was a tiny two bedroom, late Pioneer era house by the Capitol that we loved. Because of the "historic" nature of the little house our plans for additions were repeatedly refused by the city. They don't like the idea of making anything "bigger" over on Wall Street.
We even played with the idea of converting the attic to a sort of small community bedroom for all the girls, but it just felt like a real challenge to try to undergo construction w/ all our little kids, and that didn't solve the one bathroom, tiny kitchen problem. Our family had exploded from three when we bought the house to seven in just a few short years we were quite busting at the seams, and resigned ourselves to the fact that we had to look for a larger house. Over the years we remember our old little house fondly and wonder what our lives would be like if we had stayed there and tried to make it work. I think that it the basis for the dream I have, which is this; I dream that we are in that house, or that we have a chance to go back to it, or like it's a very lucky circumstance that somehow we "remember" we have this house we can go live in. In my dream we are there, very happily unpacking or reaquainting ourselves with the rooms and sweet charm of the place, when all of a sudden we realize there is a hidden door leading to other rooms, a whole lot of new space we just didn't realize we had before. All our problems are solved and we find there is plenty of very delighful space.
The idea is like "Wow, I didn't know that room was here!" or "How could we not have noticed this room before?" It's like discovering you've really always had something...you couldn't quite appreciate or "see" before....like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ.
I have this dream pretty often these days, I guess especially now that we have all these kids who are becoming teenagers, complaining about sharing rooms and having to navigate around each other in our current house that sometimes feels just too darn small. It's funny how huge four bedrooms, two bathrooms and an unfinished basement felt ten years ago, when we were used to our tiny Pioneer Cottage.
Anyway, that's how finding an old movie feels to me. I can't believe I have lived all these years w/ out ever seeing The Inn of the Sixth Happiness with Ingrid Bergman! I saw it for the first time on Saturday and now I think It must be my new favorite movie! Maybe it was significant because there seemed to be some very definite messages in it for me at this time in my life. I doubt I would have appreciated those messages before. I'm also in love with The Best Days of our Lives, Pygmalian, Captains Courageous and about a million others. There are a few weeks left of 31 days of Oscar, so I'm excited about what other "old movie rooms" will be added to the little cottage in my brain.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Christmas Read
The only thing I must have for Christmas is a book!
It is a tradition that I get myself and each of my children a book for Christmas. I never choose a book for Kari-he usually picks his own and I can never guess his taste because he's all over the place in what he wants to read. I think he'd be happy if Micheal Crichton had a new book however.
That's all I need and if it were up to me that's all they'd get. I love having some days off and time to read.
It's been a busy year so far, and I'm sorry to say, aside from some Old Testament and my daily Book of Mormon fix I haven't finished a book since "Ahab's Wife" this last summer. Oh, I did read a really annoying little Richard Paul Evan's book a few weeks ago-but that's not what I'm after. I'm talkin' really good down time with a really good book. I'm going hunting for my Christmas read this weekend.
I'd like to pick a new one, but if I can't find one that looks good I'll just reread one of my faves; Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice or maybe Les Miserables.
I'm also in love with the books I read with Henrik when he did "HomeSchool" for a few months in fourth grade. I'm not even sure if I can say what it is those books really meant to us, but we theorized together that the world has just always been a rough and "dangerous place" full of scary and impossible trials-you just have to "get through". That seemed like a really important thought for a fourth grade boy and his mom that year. We read "The Lonesome Gods" by Louis L'amour, "The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglas" and "Little Britches". Maybe I'll read one of those again.
I loved reading the abridged "Shakespeare for young readers" with Raini one summer-those classic stories alongside beautiful illustrations kept her attention all the way through Romeo and Juliet to Macbeth. Jon's favorites have included "Super Diaper Baby"and "Hashbrown Winters" but he has been brainwashed-I mean- converted by his dad to Science fiction through "Runaway Robot" and I'm not sure how many times they've read that one together, but they really need a new book!
Oh the exquisite joy of reading "Heidi" and "Little Women" with Sophie and Miya! Fifth and sixth grade are the perfect time to read about Meg's desire for popularity, Amy's tantrum's and Heidi's compassion and service despite her homesickness!
We've found other books that have also worked their way down deep into our souls over the years; "Fablehaven", "The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane", "Stargirl", "White Fang", "Diary of a Wimpy kid" and various Harry Potter's to name a few.
I've recommended lots of books to my kids over the years and now they're giving me some ideas ...
Raini is still waiting for me to finish the last of the "Twilight" series-still don't know what happens. Henrik thinks I should read "Hunger Games" even though I will be grossed out. Sophie and Miya are way into Ghost Stories like "Waiting for Helen" or "A Doll in the Garden" so I have lots of good ideas and can't wait to see what I will pick!
It is a tradition that I get myself and each of my children a book for Christmas. I never choose a book for Kari-he usually picks his own and I can never guess his taste because he's all over the place in what he wants to read. I think he'd be happy if Micheal Crichton had a new book however.
That's all I need and if it were up to me that's all they'd get. I love having some days off and time to read.
It's been a busy year so far, and I'm sorry to say, aside from some Old Testament and my daily Book of Mormon fix I haven't finished a book since "Ahab's Wife" this last summer. Oh, I did read a really annoying little Richard Paul Evan's book a few weeks ago-but that's not what I'm after. I'm talkin' really good down time with a really good book. I'm going hunting for my Christmas read this weekend.
I'd like to pick a new one, but if I can't find one that looks good I'll just reread one of my faves; Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice or maybe Les Miserables.
I'm also in love with the books I read with Henrik when he did "HomeSchool" for a few months in fourth grade. I'm not even sure if I can say what it is those books really meant to us, but we theorized together that the world has just always been a rough and "dangerous place" full of scary and impossible trials-you just have to "get through". That seemed like a really important thought for a fourth grade boy and his mom that year. We read "The Lonesome Gods" by Louis L'amour, "The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglas" and "Little Britches". Maybe I'll read one of those again.
I loved reading the abridged "Shakespeare for young readers" with Raini one summer-those classic stories alongside beautiful illustrations kept her attention all the way through Romeo and Juliet to Macbeth. Jon's favorites have included "Super Diaper Baby"and "Hashbrown Winters" but he has been brainwashed-I mean- converted by his dad to Science fiction through "Runaway Robot" and I'm not sure how many times they've read that one together, but they really need a new book!
Oh the exquisite joy of reading "Heidi" and "Little Women" with Sophie and Miya! Fifth and sixth grade are the perfect time to read about Meg's desire for popularity, Amy's tantrum's and Heidi's compassion and service despite her homesickness!
We've found other books that have also worked their way down deep into our souls over the years; "Fablehaven", "The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane", "Stargirl", "White Fang", "Diary of a Wimpy kid" and various Harry Potter's to name a few.
I've recommended lots of books to my kids over the years and now they're giving me some ideas ...
Raini is still waiting for me to finish the last of the "Twilight" series-still don't know what happens. Henrik thinks I should read "Hunger Games" even though I will be grossed out. Sophie and Miya are way into Ghost Stories like "Waiting for Helen" or "A Doll in the Garden" so I have lots of good ideas and can't wait to see what I will pick!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
11:11
Back in "the Day" when I was dating the guy who is now my husband a funny thing happened...
One day we were driving in my car, I'm not sure why because usually we motored around in his freezing cold VW Bus-maybe it was in for repairs that day or something, but there we were going out on our date or running errands or whatever it was we were doing and we were done and getting back in my car to go home and he screamed; "AH-H-H-H-H-H!" It made me jump and swerve and I may have screamed back something like "What the heck is wrong?"
Did I almost hit a pedestrian? a dog? what?
He asked "Why does your clock radio say 11:11?"
I said "Geeze-it's broken er something and it always says 11:11!!!"
I explained that I hardly ever noticed it, but thought that it resets itself every time I start the car to 11:11. It hadn't said that before because once I'm driving it starts keeping time from 11:11. It was in fact around 7:00 0r 8:00 at night and my car radio clock flashed 11:11.
"Well, here's the weird thing..." he explained "....all my friends know I have a freaky weird connection to the time 11:11! For years I started noticing that whenever I looked at a clock it was always 11:11, and after I told some of my friends, whenever I would look at a clock and they'd be with me I'd say "Look there it happenend again-it's 11:11...the only time I ever look at a clock it's 11:11! They started to notice how freaky it was- more than a kind of coincidence-it's like the universe will only let me see clocks with 11:11! And now you're telling me that even though it's nowhere near 11:11 I'm looking at your clock that says 11:11?"
He dated some cute girls before me-but I'm the only one he got a "clock message" with.
The rest is history.
It would have been fun if one of our babies had an 11/11 birthday or something, but our five children came when they were supposed to, I think.
Since then whenever I look at a clock and it's 11:11 I smile. It happens a lot.
I also like the Date November 11th. There have been a few years when we've called each other on 11/11 at 11:11. This year it won't work because of our work schedules. He's often in the Lab at Merritt Medical and I'm over at the School doing my "Reading Rotations" in Mrs Miller's class.
There are a few other things that seem sort of special regarding that date. A few years ago my Dad shared with me the fact that 11/11 is the date he considers his "recovery date." He's been Sober since that date 30 something years ago.
Then there's Veterans Day. That must qualify the date as a kind of cosmic and or spiritual date for sure. We honor those who have given their lives in the name of Home and Country and Freedom, on that date. Maybe it's a kind of an acknowledgement and connection between our world and the spirit world-we know and remember them and maybe they know us, we who are their sons and daughters-maybe they get glimpses of who we are, and what we're up to...you know, checking on us to see what we're doing with all that hard won freedom-because they gave us so much. Anyway, Veterans Day feels like a Holy Day.
I once considered the idea of throwing a Big Party next year for 11/11/2011.
But, it dosn't quite feel like the right kind of thing to do.
I'm not sure what day of the week It falls on next year, or what we'll all be doing then , but I hope I'll be able to acknowlege quietly the moment when it's 11:11.
One day we were driving in my car, I'm not sure why because usually we motored around in his freezing cold VW Bus-maybe it was in for repairs that day or something, but there we were going out on our date or running errands or whatever it was we were doing and we were done and getting back in my car to go home and he screamed; "AH-H-H-H-H-H!" It made me jump and swerve and I may have screamed back something like "What the heck is wrong?"
Did I almost hit a pedestrian? a dog? what?
He asked "Why does your clock radio say 11:11?"
I said "Geeze-it's broken er something and it always says 11:11!!!"
I explained that I hardly ever noticed it, but thought that it resets itself every time I start the car to 11:11. It hadn't said that before because once I'm driving it starts keeping time from 11:11. It was in fact around 7:00 0r 8:00 at night and my car radio clock flashed 11:11.
"Well, here's the weird thing..." he explained "....all my friends know I have a freaky weird connection to the time 11:11! For years I started noticing that whenever I looked at a clock it was always 11:11, and after I told some of my friends, whenever I would look at a clock and they'd be with me I'd say "Look there it happenend again-it's 11:11...the only time I ever look at a clock it's 11:11! They started to notice how freaky it was- more than a kind of coincidence-it's like the universe will only let me see clocks with 11:11! And now you're telling me that even though it's nowhere near 11:11 I'm looking at your clock that says 11:11?"
He dated some cute girls before me-but I'm the only one he got a "clock message" with.
The rest is history.
It would have been fun if one of our babies had an 11/11 birthday or something, but our five children came when they were supposed to, I think.
Since then whenever I look at a clock and it's 11:11 I smile. It happens a lot.
I also like the Date November 11th. There have been a few years when we've called each other on 11/11 at 11:11. This year it won't work because of our work schedules. He's often in the Lab at Merritt Medical and I'm over at the School doing my "Reading Rotations" in Mrs Miller's class.
There are a few other things that seem sort of special regarding that date. A few years ago my Dad shared with me the fact that 11/11 is the date he considers his "recovery date." He's been Sober since that date 30 something years ago.
Then there's Veterans Day. That must qualify the date as a kind of cosmic and or spiritual date for sure. We honor those who have given their lives in the name of Home and Country and Freedom, on that date. Maybe it's a kind of an acknowledgement and connection between our world and the spirit world-we know and remember them and maybe they know us, we who are their sons and daughters-maybe they get glimpses of who we are, and what we're up to...you know, checking on us to see what we're doing with all that hard won freedom-because they gave us so much. Anyway, Veterans Day feels like a Holy Day.
I once considered the idea of throwing a Big Party next year for 11/11/2011.
But, it dosn't quite feel like the right kind of thing to do.
I'm not sure what day of the week It falls on next year, or what we'll all be doing then , but I hope I'll be able to acknowlege quietly the moment when it's 11:11.
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