This week we got a wedding invitation in the mail -- and my name was spelled "Don." It baffles me how someone can do that. (Especially since the phone is in my name - and in the church directory, it is spelled right!) I don't know any female "Don's," just men. Living in Utah - I hear my name mispronounced a lot. I can live with that. If it is really a flat flat vowel then I will say something like, "Hey, it's Dawn - like Lawn and Fawn." Do people here call their grass a lon? Anyway - my shorts are frosted and I was disgusted. It's DAWN. So easy to run the spell checker and fix that. AURGH.
Randy brought home the announcements from church. There was my note about the Family History Class beginning July 10. Bless Penny Roche's heart - she DID run the spellchecker and the little bulletin looked better than it has for many a month. And the missionaries on the back page were formatted correctly. YAY. It looked wonderful. AND my name was spelled correctly =o). Such a little thing - but it drives me crazy.
I have been working like a crazy person on this embroidery project of a fox and kits. It is one that Randy asked me to do for him. I've been working on it for about 9 years. I've put in about 900 hours - mostly I've worked on it in the winter and sometimes in May (as if I hurry I can finish?). But its 20 x 24" and it's been nearly impossible. But now, I'm in the last 3rd. I guess I will have to scan it in - as I can't find it on the net. I will also scan in the finished head so you can see the detail. I am hoping to finish by August and enter into the homemaking arts section of the County Fair.
Julie left yesterday morning for Vegas. I didn't get to say goodbye! I miss her terrible and she hasn't even been speaking to me. Why is it when she gets cranky - she is ok with Randy but I am the wicked witch? Even if I haven't done anything, I am the one she barks at. I want to hug her and tell her everything will be ok. If I try to help (laundry) or stuff, she comes unhinged. (Maybe she is too much like me =O) ?) (Nah - that CAN'T be it!) She did sent a text message (to Randy!) and said she was there and safe. Maybe she will come home the 25th.
A big low pressure swooped in over the weekend. I had all these plans. But it laid me low. On Saturday night I was laying the floor - sick as sick - with a major migraine. No - I wouldn't get a shot. I have too much to get done to miss 30 hours of my life. Finally I took a full Lortab - but didn't eat enough - so I was laying on the floor sick - watching "Becoming Jane." Sort of watching. Went to bed in about 20 minutes. At midnight I woke up and that darn tibia was just crazy. I took 3 ibuprofen with 1/2 glass milk....read several papers. Tried to go to bed. But on nights like that - I mostly pace. I think I did 50 laps around the kitchen. I hate to bother everyone else. At 5:00 a.m. I was about to cry. (Aren't I the drama queen????) Poor Randy! Anyway - my head felt like an elephant was sitting on it and I just wanted oblivion. I ended up taking a WHOLE Lortab....and ate a little something with some Phenergan and 'voila!' in about 20 minutes - my head felt way better and then my tib calmed down and whoo-hoo...I was very, very tired.
I went to bed. YAY. Slept until 1p.m. I would make excuses and apologize. But I am so grateful I slept...so grateful the pain went down. I can totally understand why people drink! Physical pain is so wearing. (Emotional pain even more so!) So here it is 3:30 Monday a.m. and I am up wandering around. Perhaps you wonder why I am not at the piano yet....but I needed to catch up on my journal. And the ibuprofen is working so will be back in bed soon.
Randy and I went to the Logan Temple on Thursday. My headache was so terrible I wasn't sure I could do it. That morning when I had my prayers...I asked Heavenly Father to help me get through the day - I never ask Him to take away the headaches - just help me get through them. I had so much to do that day - studying wise and also wanted to go with Randy. By the time we got to Logan - it was dicey...no medication though because I need what faculties I have, alert and oriented. No sleeping for me during worship! After we left the temple, I said, "Quick, Diet Coke!" and took my medication. By the time we arrived home - I could make dinner and felt better.
I hope Sister Bowman will call soon regarding Graydon. Most everyone we know has added him to their prayer list that they will find out what's wrong, and also that a miracle be given to a sweet young man who desires to serve and stay out there until December. In family prayer, we prayed that Graydon would be healed and able to stay --- but whatever happens will be His will and we can cope.
It's hard to imagine what my life was before Marley. I remember feeling so frustrated and angry and bitter - somedays I wanted to kill myself. Looking back that sounds awfully melodramatic! When I get anxious now, Marley and I go for a walk - or I go throw her ball a few times....she sticks close knowing something is wrong - but not understanding. For a dog, she has been a huge blessing. She lays at my feet when I practice. She does not really like the mandolin. Maybe the vibration of the strings hurts her ears...maybe it's my playing =O)! But she lays at my feet when I'm at the piano. It makes me happy. Weird, yes?
I got the sweetest note from LeNisha Wright this week. Nice to know that I survived speaking to the Young Women and someone noticed that it must have been a little harrowing for me. She is a dear - so athletic and also so nonjudgmental. We need women like her - to show the younger sisters that imperfection is ok and that we love them no matter what. (HA...listen to me! The one that needs to be perfect =). I find I have a lot more compassion for everyone else, it's me that get the mental beatings.
I saw a note from an old friend on FB. I delete a lot of friends...if I send you a note and hear nothing - and we weren't really close anyway - I just get rid of you and don't feel badly at all. So 7 people got deleted yesterday. Celebrities can't do that - they need their fan base. That's a good reason to be incognito =o) Anyway - with all this flooding near the Mississippi River - I hadn't really thought about my friends in Jacksonville Illinois. I'm sure Grandma's home in Arenzville has water in the basement, even though it's built on a hill. Maybe it is an island now. But Connie was talking about her basement getting flooded again...and I realized that the folks in Beardstown, Nauvoo, Jacksonville, Chapin, Bluffs, etc. were probably all suffering under water. YIKES. It is nationwide flooding and fires. Signs of the times.
It is easy to sit back and not be affected since we are dry, safe, and not smoking! However, thinking about Connie and Ralph working so hard to take care of their home and Connie retired...and Randy not there to help - or me either - made me worried. So I don't know how everyone is - but probably worried sick about it all. Fresh water, dry ground, gardens. And I'm thinking about all the farm ground that will be unusable for quite awhile. Hydroponic gardening is looking better and better to me. I wish that Grant would sell us this 1 acre patch to our south. It would be perfect for a greenhouse. We could grow enough vegetables and fruits to share. It may be the wave of the future!
Well - that's MY rant.
I heard some amazing music - Tara posted a little guy playing the banjo. Goodness....some kids are born with such innate talent. I have come to accept that my musical innate talent, is very slim...although I have worked at it enough that it is now a little bump talent. I wish I were pregnant with talent - but maybe that's not for this life.
I love my daughters-in-law. Kellye has matured so much and is becoming refined. She is beautiful inside and out. And she hates injustice. She is so good to her family. I am proud of all that she has grown. Angie has a great sense of humor, and really loves Phillip. I don't know her as well yet, and although she is an artist with a goodly amount of talent...I am looking forward to seeing how much she will change in a few years.
None of the boys (Graydon the exception) called home for Father's Day to remember Randy. AURGH. Maybe it didn't bother him. Do guys really care about that? I cared.
The pain has subsided...I am a little sleepy....so much to do today - so it's off to good sleeps, I am.
Thanks for reading!
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