Wednesday, July 29, 2009

In which I ramble on about my life

I was talking to Angela (eldest child) today and she complained she was double and triple booked every day this week. Meee Tooo! How does that happen? As I'm dashing from Point A to Point B to Point...XYZ, I'm praying that I don't hurt myself or anyone else, and I'm thinking about margin. You know, that edge around the paper that you don't fill up? That white space that makes documents readable? I need more white space.

Do you remember back a few months ago when I said my husband owed me jewelry? Did I tell you about that? Well, today a beautiful necklace came in the mail. It was in an envelope addressed to me, so it's not like I was snooping. I just opened it and out popped a cute little box with a tag that said "from Mark". I love the necklace. I was serious when I told him that I would like to find out if "gifts" is my love language. I'm thinking I could be converted from "acts of service".

My sister and I are doing the flowers for a friend's wedding Saturday. Today I went and picked up two huge boxes of fresh flowers, rushed them home and put them in water. They are gorgeous. I could live surrounded by flowers all the time. Too bad they are a) expensive and b) not likely to be growing in my non-existent garden any time soon. I want to live in a world where fresh flowers are on my table every day. I've read about that kind of life in old English novels, where women spend their days doing embroidery, playing the piano and arranging flowers cut from the garden. If I were in an old English novel I'd probably be the scullery maid.

My precious Mother-in-law (MPML) had her knee replaced on Monday and is a bit dazed and confused during her time in the hospital. I hate the word dementia. Isn't there a more pleasant way to discuss loss of memory and problems with confusion? If you know one, let me know. There's nothing pleasant at all about someone precious to you struggling along in an alternate universe of the mind. She is increasingly in that universe and I am sad to see it.

MPML has bonded with Winnie, our dog, during this first month of our living all together. Winnie has been moping around the house since MPML left for the hospital. To make herself feel better, Winnie has been channeling Goldilocks and trying out all the chairs in the house while we're gone.

I think I'll go to bed and dream about living in a world filled with white space and flowers, and mothers-in-law and golden retrievers reunited.


Cari said...

I did the flowers for my sisters wedding and I almost changed professions right then and there! (even though I was a stay-at-home mom at the time) I LOVE fresh flowers, too!!

Praying for you to find that white space--w/o it, you're not the only one that suffers.

hugs, Cari

Extreme Educators said...

Fricken' pink daisies.