My Home Away from Home
Today I dipped my toe back into the water and returned to work for 4 hours. It was busy and tiring, so I hit the recliner and fell asleep when I got home. But at work I started to wade through the hundreds of emails waiting for me while dealing with the public computers that are still quirky and irksome.
Meanwhile, the pictures above are to remind me of the infinite number of times we drove to Vanderbilt for doctor's appointments over the past 10 months. I have another appointment with the plastic surgeon in a month and then I hope to be able to put this catastrophe behind me forever. Although both Drs. Herline and Summit tell me I can still pull a hernia, here's to me catching a break. Because that would involve another operation, and I've about maxed out my Blue Cross credit card. Here's to positive thinking!
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Bill and I had a wonderful time with Dave and Erin at Erin's parents, Roger and Muriel Pfaff, in Marietta, GA. We drove down on Sunday and spent 2 nights at a Drury Inns & Suites, but ate all our meals (except the free breakfast at the motel) with the Pfaff's. Erin has one sister, Alison, and her boyfriend, Mike, were also in attendance. Mike is a med student at MCV, where Bill's brother Jim went (a few year's ago!).
We got hooked on dominoes, which we played when we weren't eating one of Murierl's wonderful meals. Of course, when we played we ate homemade cookies and candy, made by Erin and her mom. Dinner Sunday night was a wonderful chicken dish over pasta; Christmas Eve was 2 kinds of hearty homemade soups and homemade rolls; and Christmas dinner was prime rib. Wow! Were we impressed. Best thing to me: sticky pecan rolls at Christmas breakfast. Super yum.
On Christmas Eve we went to a candlelight service at 11:00 p.m. at the Pfaff's Lutheran church. It felt very similar to our Methodist candlelight service. I think the big Christmas present was something called a Wee, an interactive games thingy played on your TV. Like all playstation things, it's beyond me.
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Favorite Quotes
Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life . . . PicassoBe who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind . . . . . . . Dr. SeussThe truth knocks on the door and you say, 'Go away, I'm looking for the truth,' and so it goes away . . . Robert M. Pirsig "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance" The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides. Accept life, and you must accept regret . . . Henri-Fredric AmielWhat worries you, masters you . . . . Haddon W. RobinsonWhen we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience , so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape . . . Louise Erdrich in The Plague of Doves
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