Thursday, April 11, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Stuck - appointments and other stuff.
I'm stuck. It's the same three or so pounds that come and go, come and go. Makes me think of the Lady Antebellum song, Stuck on You. One line is, "You and me baby, we're stuck like glue." That's how I feel about the poundage. We've been playing the same game for, oh, three weeks now? Hmmmm, not amused.
I had to do some real thinking about what it could be. Maybe I have to change up what I eat a bit, not stick to the same-old same-old. Or, and I didn't want to even entertain THIS particular idea, but it's probably a true thought - it's the Diet Coke.
Last week was stressful, as was the week before. My schedule seemed to be full of somethings that were really nothings, but even though I was busy, the weeks draaaaaaagggggggeeeeeedddd by. Ugh! Hence, an over indulgence of the diet drink kind. Just FYI, the best bang for your buck is Taco Bell's extra large Diet Pepsi. The end.
I think I participated in my obviously not overcome addiction every flippin' day of the week except Sunday, and that's just because of the keeping the Sabbath day holy; no shopping. Although, can a drive through be considered shopping? Okay, that's really trying to split hairs, but it breezed through my brain for a second.
With all this stuckedness that I'm in, I have hit the time of the year when I have all my annual appointments. Yippee skip, off to the Wellness Clinic for m' annual squishing of the boobs and bone density scan. I have a dental appointment, and eye appointment and, thank goodness, a hair appointment. Now if I could just find the pennies to justify and pedicure I wouldn't feel so crummy about the tummy tire! And let me not forget my ENT appointment for 'chronic allergic rhinitis'. Yucky sinuses, gicky throat and stuffed ears = no bueno.
The tire erks/urks? me something fierce. Should be incentive enough. We'll see how strong my resolve is when I go into Target for laundry detergent and my nonfat cottage cheese. I may just automatically glide by the snack stand with hand and $1.92 outstretched......
So with the mammogram thing. You can't put on any deodorant, powders or lotions. Can I say how weird it is to have that part of my routine cut out. I kind of didn't know what to do with myself and had to think my way through what I usually do. Creatures of habit ... not always the good kinds.
My dad would say I'm rambling about now, but hey, my blog, my thoughts, whatevs and I think Rebekah is the only one who reads it anyway (thanks for that, friend - I miss you and your amazing family). Conference. Need I say more? Another amazing friend (yup, I have more than one) did this
http://mycomputerismycanvas.blogspot.com/
I had to do some real thinking about what it could be. Maybe I have to change up what I eat a bit, not stick to the same-old same-old. Or, and I didn't want to even entertain THIS particular idea, but it's probably a true thought - it's the Diet Coke.
Last week was stressful, as was the week before. My schedule seemed to be full of somethings that were really nothings, but even though I was busy, the weeks draaaaaaagggggggeeeeeedddd by. Ugh! Hence, an over indulgence of the diet drink kind. Just FYI, the best bang for your buck is Taco Bell's extra large Diet Pepsi. The end.
I think I participated in my obviously not overcome addiction every flippin' day of the week except Sunday, and that's just because of the keeping the Sabbath day holy; no shopping. Although, can a drive through be considered shopping? Okay, that's really trying to split hairs, but it breezed through my brain for a second.
With all this stuckedness that I'm in, I have hit the time of the year when I have all my annual appointments. Yippee skip, off to the Wellness Clinic for m' annual squishing of the boobs and bone density scan. I have a dental appointment, and eye appointment and, thank goodness, a hair appointment. Now if I could just find the pennies to justify and pedicure I wouldn't feel so crummy about the tummy tire! And let me not forget my ENT appointment for 'chronic allergic rhinitis'. Yucky sinuses, gicky throat and stuffed ears = no bueno.
The tire erks/urks? me something fierce. Should be incentive enough. We'll see how strong my resolve is when I go into Target for laundry detergent and my nonfat cottage cheese. I may just automatically glide by the snack stand with hand and $1.92 outstretched......
So with the mammogram thing. You can't put on any deodorant, powders or lotions. Can I say how weird it is to have that part of my routine cut out. I kind of didn't know what to do with myself and had to think my way through what I usually do. Creatures of habit ... not always the good kinds.
My dad would say I'm rambling about now, but hey, my blog, my thoughts, whatevs and I think Rebekah is the only one who reads it anyway (thanks for that, friend - I miss you and your amazing family). Conference. Need I say more? Another amazing friend (yup, I have more than one) did this
and this
She did other quotes from conference and they'e free downloads on her site mentioned above. I think my house is decorated with a lot of Colette's printables. Anyway, I digress, conference. I loved it. I missed a little of the afternoon session when I nodded in and out of a restless nap. The rest, however, was inspiring and I actually think I will do what I always say I will do, and re-read the talks I heard that really spoke to my soul. Elder Holland, Elder Bednar's mmmmmmm, those two are the only ones that immediately come to mind, oh, and the one from the brother about his wife. The marriage talk, yeah, definitely deserve re-perusal.
A scattered post for sure, but that's how my brain is today. I keep having to look at my calendar on my phone to make sure I'm doing the right thing on the right day. Look at me, I just blasted out a post in 20 minutes before I have to be pushed prodded and poked. Go me.
Friday, March 1, 2013
I'm not good at.....
I'm not good at this blogging thing. Well, I can write and all, but I am simply AWFUL at the settings.
So that's why my blog looks weird and the written part is all long
The end.
So that's why my blog looks weird and the written part is all long
and super skinny
and the font
is not
too creative.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Example
The Savior is the best example for how one should lives ones life. Through the scriptures, words of the Prophets and seeing others live truly Christlike lives, we too can begin to emulate Him and gradually work towards that goal of being "perfect even as I, or your Father who is in heaven is perfect." (3 Nephi 12:48)
On this earth I have examples that are right in front of me that help me by how they live their lives or some of the choices they make and even very every day things they do that influence me and make me desire certain things. Some of the things I want to do are really basic, others may have more far reaching affects.
One of the things I want to try is to 'journal' through blogging. A large number of friends and acquaintances write consistently and well, noting their families or personal achievements, latest home project or the latest crafting idea they've worked on. Their blogs are replete with pictures, captions, pins, and links. They are works of art that can be later printed and bound in amazing books for their posterity.
The best example of this is my friend Colette. Her family's journey through this last year, as her husband battled Hodgkin's Lymphoma, was epic. Her term of phrase and ability to paint a picture through her words was a trip that I was privileged to be part of. Now, after all the year brought to their family, Colette had her 2012 blog posts made into a hard bound book. A family year book! How cool is that? Her example of getting a year of her life bound into a book, I want to do that!
Another friend, Sara, said a prayer at our Stake choir practice last Friday. I love Sara. She calls things as she see them. She's practical, kind, loving and says the most beautiful prayers. I want to say prayers the way she does. I thought about that. I can wax lyrical with the best of them when I so choose, why on earth can't I do that in prayers without the vain repetitions that I think we all tend to fall into during prayer? I think Sara said something along the lines of asking that we would find beauty in the music that we sang and that it would be a testimony to our hearts. I THINK that's what she said, but even if she didn't, just by thinking about being more thoughtful about my words and what I really want to say to my Heavenly Father is a great thing. All from the example of someone who doesn't know she set one.
My husband is one of THE most charitable people I know. He's an eternal optimist and would do anything for anyone. Yeah, not me so much. I have a hard time with people who seem to do/say/act the same way over and over. There's been a situation within our family ranks that has very much had me feeling less than charitable to say the least. If there wasn't the life of a child involved, I may feel a bit more charitable toward the adult involved, but as you can see, not much. Anyway, without divulging anything, I read this post on Facebook and it socked me in the face. I had to do some serious pondering and repenting and deciding to try to not be so critical of this certain individual. My heart was softened to a larger degree. I still have to work on things, but the example of our prophets and apostles is something I wish to follow.
I love my children, they are amazing human beings and a huge example to me. Each of them has done things in their lives that have amazed me. They have all shown courage, faith, determination, tenacity, tenderness, resourcefulness, patience, intelligence and a terrific sense of humor in their comparatively short lives on this earth. They have testimonies of the gospel, a love for the scriptures and are just plain good human beings. I want to be like them.
February is the love month, being Valentine's and all. Have you noticed how many kids say Valentime's? I love all the hearts, the flowers, the RED and the PINK. I love me some pink. This is something I really enjoy, a quote from Winnie the Pooh (A. A. Milne) that I got as a freebie from http://www.thescrapshoppeblog.com/. I love Pooh's example.
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On this earth I have examples that are right in front of me that help me by how they live their lives or some of the choices they make and even very every day things they do that influence me and make me desire certain things. Some of the things I want to do are really basic, others may have more far reaching affects.
One of the things I want to try is to 'journal' through blogging. A large number of friends and acquaintances write consistently and well, noting their families or personal achievements, latest home project or the latest crafting idea they've worked on. Their blogs are replete with pictures, captions, pins, and links. They are works of art that can be later printed and bound in amazing books for their posterity.
The best example of this is my friend Colette. Her family's journey through this last year, as her husband battled Hodgkin's Lymphoma, was epic. Her term of phrase and ability to paint a picture through her words was a trip that I was privileged to be part of. Now, after all the year brought to their family, Colette had her 2012 blog posts made into a hard bound book. A family year book! How cool is that? Her example of getting a year of her life bound into a book, I want to do that!
Another friend, Sara, said a prayer at our Stake choir practice last Friday. I love Sara. She calls things as she see them. She's practical, kind, loving and says the most beautiful prayers. I want to say prayers the way she does. I thought about that. I can wax lyrical with the best of them when I so choose, why on earth can't I do that in prayers without the vain repetitions that I think we all tend to fall into during prayer? I think Sara said something along the lines of asking that we would find beauty in the music that we sang and that it would be a testimony to our hearts. I THINK that's what she said, but even if she didn't, just by thinking about being more thoughtful about my words and what I really want to say to my Heavenly Father is a great thing. All from the example of someone who doesn't know she set one.
My husband is one of THE most charitable people I know. He's an eternal optimist and would do anything for anyone. Yeah, not me so much. I have a hard time with people who seem to do/say/act the same way over and over. There's been a situation within our family ranks that has very much had me feeling less than charitable to say the least. If there wasn't the life of a child involved, I may feel a bit more charitable toward the adult involved, but as you can see, not much. Anyway, without divulging anything, I read this post on Facebook and it socked me in the face. I had to do some serious pondering and repenting and deciding to try to not be so critical of this certain individual. My heart was softened to a larger degree. I still have to work on things, but the example of our prophets and apostles is something I wish to follow.
I love my children, they are amazing human beings and a huge example to me. Each of them has done things in their lives that have amazed me. They have all shown courage, faith, determination, tenacity, tenderness, resourcefulness, patience, intelligence and a terrific sense of humor in their comparatively short lives on this earth. They have testimonies of the gospel, a love for the scriptures and are just plain good human beings. I want to be like them.
February is the love month, being Valentine's and all. Have you noticed how many kids say Valentime's? I love all the hearts, the flowers, the RED and the PINK. I love me some pink. This is something I really enjoy, a quote from Winnie the Pooh (A. A. Milne) that I got as a freebie from http://www.thescrapshoppeblog.com/. I love Pooh's example.
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Wednesday, January 23, 2013
No Resolve Here
I just really don't do New Year's Resolutions. How sad is it that I have to admit that I'm not big on setting goals, mainly because of the fear of failure. Must be something to do with being a passive-aggressive personality (according to some of my children). I don't know, but whatever the reason, I've already failed myself in that regard.
My son-in-law, Marco, challenged me to give up Diet Coke and any and all artificially sweetened drinks for the months of January. It's has been 21 days since the big DC nectar has passed these chapped lips. I also finally decided that I was tired of being overly fluffy (aka overweight) and rejoined Weight Watchers. Yeah, it's only taken me six years of living in New Jersey to decide that this is where I'm living, my husband is always going to be in some work or church position that keeps him more away from home than in it, and I can't eat my way out of discontent.
So, for not setting goals, I'm working on two biggies. Well, one biggie, as in the poundage, and the Diet Coke, which shouldn't be a biggie, but kinda is. I have to say, it's amazing what losing 6lbs. in two weeks will allow one to do. I used to paint my own toe nails all the time, but for the last year have not and instead relied on a sweet friend or a local mani-pedi place to help me out. Nothing like a belly getting all scrunched up and making you breathless to have to relinquish having perpetually perfectly painted piggies. I painted my own piggies this past week , a lovely pink, my favorite color. That’s right, with just six unwanted pounds down the drain, you TOO can have pretty appendages! It made me happy, in case you couldn’t tell.
I am actually a lifetime member of Weight Watchers and kept off a considerable amount of unwanted weight for nigh on twenty years. Then we began the process of moving across country. For six months we were a separated family, bi-coastal, different cultures, different ways of living, and it was beyond stressful. Between late night runs to visit Karen's friends at our favorite (and greatly missed place), stressing about selling our house and having Kris gone
for what seemed FOR. EV.ER., old friends returned to hips and thighs.
Then came the actual change of address, getting lost just about every time we left the house and then having Kris become bishop of our ward, the poundage made its way up the body. Before you could say, "Animal style, hold the pickles" it was 2013 and way, way, way, weigh too much was added to the fluffy frame.
Deciding to lose weight 'for reals' isn't something you just take on one day and succeed at. It's a definite mind game and an inner strength that just makes one have the ability to say, "I can do this now. I am ready and I shall succeed." That, and having to buy a bigger pair of jeans, not being able to easily scale the gates put up for wandering grandchildren, and not wanting to see my silhouette. So I signed up for online accountability. Amazing what having to pay to record what gets shoved in the old cake hole will do for motivation.
I realized that what I done over the last six years was give up my old habits of things like not eating mashed potatoes (I just eat them plainly boiled), not eating any desserts unless it was something chocolate and only on weekends, not eating ice-cream (only non-fat frozen yogurt) and of course, PORTION CONTROL! I also reacquainted myself with cheese, 2% milk and gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.
One has to realize that undertaking all the bad habits of the past results in an even high price the older you get. This time around, and almost twenty years older, menopausal, not nearly as active and miserable, the weight shows up around the face, on and under the arms. Everything flabs and flails. Joints hurt, sagging is predominant and sweat is never ending. It's just NOT a pretty sight or a comfortable existence. In order to reverse all of that I took the leap.
My folks are getting older too, almost 84 and 80, my grandkids are increasing in age and number and I need to be able to take care of and keep up with all and sundry. I don't want to be the grunting, sweating, waddling Nana. I want to be the fun, get down on the floor (and be able to get up), dance in the kitchen Nana. I can't be unhealthy and take care of my parental units, especially if they end up being bedridden and totally reliant on me.
I'm excited for February 1st to savor the bubbly, cold Diet Coke I shall celebrate with. But there will be new rules. I am not going to be consuming the liquid 24/7. Not that I did before, but I did drink way more than has to be healthy. I love Zero Water and regular water (we have GREAT water here in our little borough) so I'll be good to go. I shall reserve the DC for out-of-the-house.
Maybe another non-resolution I can make is to record more of the daily goings on in my life. We shall see. I can't be overly good at doing this kind of thing or Marco will start asking me to make other 'deals' with him. I don't wanna do that!
My son-in-law, Marco, challenged me to give up Diet Coke and any and all artificially sweetened drinks for the months of January. It's has been 21 days since the big DC nectar has passed these chapped lips. I also finally decided that I was tired of being overly fluffy (aka overweight) and rejoined Weight Watchers. Yeah, it's only taken me six years of living in New Jersey to decide that this is where I'm living, my husband is always going to be in some work or church position that keeps him more away from home than in it, and I can't eat my way out of discontent.
So, for not setting goals, I'm working on two biggies. Well, one biggie, as in the poundage, and the Diet Coke, which shouldn't be a biggie, but kinda is. I have to say, it's amazing what losing 6lbs. in two weeks will allow one to do. I used to paint my own toe nails all the time, but for the last year have not and instead relied on a sweet friend or a local mani-pedi place to help me out. Nothing like a belly getting all scrunched up and making you breathless to have to relinquish having perpetually perfectly painted piggies. I painted my own piggies this past week , a lovely pink, my favorite color. That’s right, with just six unwanted pounds down the drain, you TOO can have pretty appendages! It made me happy, in case you couldn’t tell.
I am actually a lifetime member of Weight Watchers and kept off a considerable amount of unwanted weight for nigh on twenty years. Then we began the process of moving across country. For six months we were a separated family, bi-coastal, different cultures, different ways of living, and it was beyond stressful. Between late night runs to visit Karen's friends at our favorite (and greatly missed place), stressing about selling our house and having Kris gone
for what seemed FOR. EV.ER., old friends returned to hips and thighs.
Then came the actual change of address, getting lost just about every time we left the house and then having Kris become bishop of our ward, the poundage made its way up the body. Before you could say, "Animal style, hold the pickles" it was 2013 and way, way, way, weigh too much was added to the fluffy frame.
Deciding to lose weight 'for reals' isn't something you just take on one day and succeed at. It's a definite mind game and an inner strength that just makes one have the ability to say, "I can do this now. I am ready and I shall succeed." That, and having to buy a bigger pair of jeans, not being able to easily scale the gates put up for wandering grandchildren, and not wanting to see my silhouette. So I signed up for online accountability. Amazing what having to pay to record what gets shoved in the old cake hole will do for motivation.
I realized that what I done over the last six years was give up my old habits of things like not eating mashed potatoes (I just eat them plainly boiled), not eating any desserts unless it was something chocolate and only on weekends, not eating ice-cream (only non-fat frozen yogurt) and of course, PORTION CONTROL! I also reacquainted myself with cheese, 2% milk and gravy. Lots and lots of gravy.
One has to realize that undertaking all the bad habits of the past results in an even high price the older you get. This time around, and almost twenty years older, menopausal, not nearly as active and miserable, the weight shows up around the face, on and under the arms. Everything flabs and flails. Joints hurt, sagging is predominant and sweat is never ending. It's just NOT a pretty sight or a comfortable existence. In order to reverse all of that I took the leap.
My folks are getting older too, almost 84 and 80, my grandkids are increasing in age and number and I need to be able to take care of and keep up with all and sundry. I don't want to be the grunting, sweating, waddling Nana. I want to be the fun, get down on the floor (and be able to get up), dance in the kitchen Nana. I can't be unhealthy and take care of my parental units, especially if they end up being bedridden and totally reliant on me.
I'm excited for February 1st to savor the bubbly, cold Diet Coke I shall celebrate with. But there will be new rules. I am not going to be consuming the liquid 24/7. Not that I did before, but I did drink way more than has to be healthy. I love Zero Water and regular water (we have GREAT water here in our little borough) so I'll be good to go. I shall reserve the DC for out-of-the-house.
Maybe another non-resolution I can make is to record more of the daily goings on in my life. We shall see. I can't be overly good at doing this kind of thing or Marco will start asking me to make other 'deals' with him. I don't wanna do that!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
We fall and trip sometimes.
One thing that I have to live with every day is the possibility of one of my family members needing me in a way that I can't always be there for. Other times, I'm there, the need isn't dire, the deed not demanding, but it's a way to help them out.
Case in point. Jamie has cabin fever, and I don't blame he. After the birth of Eliana Jamie lasted maybe two weeks before we made a trip to Target. The weather in California in May being as different as January in New Jersey, made this possible. Taking a baby out even in a California winter is SO different than in New Jersey. Jamie's pediatrician and midwife have both said to avoid taking her where there are large numbers of people, to mention nothing of the sometimes frigid temperatures. Anyway, we have had our little trips to the store, just for a break, and such was to be the case on Thursday.
Kohl's has a great post-holiday sale and we had 30% off, warranting a very necessary trip. You know, you get in the mindset of what your day will go like. Didn't happen quite as we planned. Marco left for work early Thursday morning as usual ... with the car seats in his car. No problem. I'd run over to the school and pick them up, but first I'd have to go over to the hospital to break my friend out and take her home.
Now, anywhere else, this wouldn't be a big deal. Eleven miles to the hospital, from there seven miles to my friend's house and from there to Marco's school, 14 miles then another 14 miles home. A total of around 45 miles took me almost 2 hours. TWO HOURS! I loved the scenery, don't get me wrong, and I do like to drive, but when Retail Therapy is at stake, well, you know. A literal trip and a trip in our plans.
We took another trip on Friday to Sam's Club, my folks, Eliana and I. It was a big trip, lots of items, lots of loading and unloading, and as my mom gets out of the car and closes her door, I notice her wince and make a face. I watched her limp away into the house as I got out of the car to unload the trunk, thinking not much of it since Mom always limps. After about four trips to the car and back to the house, Jamie says, "Have you seen Granny's leg? She's bleeding everywhere!" Sure enough, Mom had caught her leg on the edge of the car door as she back up to close it using her bum (her hands being full) and her thin skin ripped open and blood was pouring down her leg. Jamie took care of her very competently whilst I finished up the unloading and putting away. I always wonder if we are going to have to have a trip to the doctor's to get stitches!
But wait, I'm not finished. Saturday was our first wonderful day of snow and we didn't have to go anywhere. Kris cleared the driveway, the cars and did a few errands etc. Daddy hadn't had a very good night and was feeling somewhat shaky, a common state with his nearly 83 year-old body. We regularly threaten Mommy and Daddy that they are NOT to go out when the weather is bad and there's a possibility that they could slip.
Why Daddy decided that, despite being shaky, he should go out to the garage and do his usual one hundred steps on the elliptical. Unbeknownst to him, there were boots on the step out into the garage and Daddy, not thinking there would be anything there, stepped into one of the boots and went flying. He gashed his arm on something and fell on his knees, badly grazing one of them. Mommy informed me after the fact and she had cleaned him up.
Life is one big trip with lots of falls along the way, literal and figurative. I'm not always good at handling either, and at other times I handle them spectacularly. As time moves on, the literal falls that Mommy and Daddy take are harder for them and me too. Obviously I don't suffer the pain and stiffness of the recovery from their falls, but it scares the crud out of me and makes me feel like I'm not nearly as vigilant as I should be. Should I be up way before them to make sure I'm all dressed and ready for the day, just in case? That "Just in Case" looms over me some days more than others. Should I remove all the rugs that we have lying around? Should everything be lighted 24/7? Which fall will be the last one? And within the year, we're going to have a little one learning to crawl and walk which presents a whole new trip!
All of that sounds kind of dire, but it's the kind of thing that goes through my mind often, especially when I'm trying to go to sleep and I'm going over the day. I'd rather be taking a trip into dreamland.
Case in point. Jamie has cabin fever, and I don't blame he. After the birth of Eliana Jamie lasted maybe two weeks before we made a trip to Target. The weather in California in May being as different as January in New Jersey, made this possible. Taking a baby out even in a California winter is SO different than in New Jersey. Jamie's pediatrician and midwife have both said to avoid taking her where there are large numbers of people, to mention nothing of the sometimes frigid temperatures. Anyway, we have had our little trips to the store, just for a break, and such was to be the case on Thursday.
Kohl's has a great post-holiday sale and we had 30% off, warranting a very necessary trip. You know, you get in the mindset of what your day will go like. Didn't happen quite as we planned. Marco left for work early Thursday morning as usual ... with the car seats in his car. No problem. I'd run over to the school and pick them up, but first I'd have to go over to the hospital to break my friend out and take her home.
Now, anywhere else, this wouldn't be a big deal. Eleven miles to the hospital, from there seven miles to my friend's house and from there to Marco's school, 14 miles then another 14 miles home. A total of around 45 miles took me almost 2 hours. TWO HOURS! I loved the scenery, don't get me wrong, and I do like to drive, but when Retail Therapy is at stake, well, you know. A literal trip and a trip in our plans.
We took another trip on Friday to Sam's Club, my folks, Eliana and I. It was a big trip, lots of items, lots of loading and unloading, and as my mom gets out of the car and closes her door, I notice her wince and make a face. I watched her limp away into the house as I got out of the car to unload the trunk, thinking not much of it since Mom always limps. After about four trips to the car and back to the house, Jamie says, "Have you seen Granny's leg? She's bleeding everywhere!" Sure enough, Mom had caught her leg on the edge of the car door as she back up to close it using her bum (her hands being full) and her thin skin ripped open and blood was pouring down her leg. Jamie took care of her very competently whilst I finished up the unloading and putting away. I always wonder if we are going to have to have a trip to the doctor's to get stitches!
But wait, I'm not finished. Saturday was our first wonderful day of snow and we didn't have to go anywhere. Kris cleared the driveway, the cars and did a few errands etc. Daddy hadn't had a very good night and was feeling somewhat shaky, a common state with his nearly 83 year-old body. We regularly threaten Mommy and Daddy that they are NOT to go out when the weather is bad and there's a possibility that they could slip.
Why Daddy decided that, despite being shaky, he should go out to the garage and do his usual one hundred steps on the elliptical. Unbeknownst to him, there were boots on the step out into the garage and Daddy, not thinking there would be anything there, stepped into one of the boots and went flying. He gashed his arm on something and fell on his knees, badly grazing one of them. Mommy informed me after the fact and she had cleaned him up.
Life is one big trip with lots of falls along the way, literal and figurative. I'm not always good at handling either, and at other times I handle them spectacularly. As time moves on, the literal falls that Mommy and Daddy take are harder for them and me too. Obviously I don't suffer the pain and stiffness of the recovery from their falls, but it scares the crud out of me and makes me feel like I'm not nearly as vigilant as I should be. Should I be up way before them to make sure I'm all dressed and ready for the day, just in case? That "Just in Case" looms over me some days more than others. Should I remove all the rugs that we have lying around? Should everything be lighted 24/7? Which fall will be the last one? And within the year, we're going to have a little one learning to crawl and walk which presents a whole new trip!
All of that sounds kind of dire, but it's the kind of thing that goes through my mind often, especially when I'm trying to go to sleep and I'm going over the day. I'd rather be taking a trip into dreamland.
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