Wednesday, December 30, 2020
How on earth did we grow old, grandparents, for goodness sake! We were so young, not so very long ago, that someone read us a verse, "Let no one despise your youth, but be an example for those who believe..."(1 Tim 4:12...), then yesterday I heard that verse being read to the youth group, and I thought, my goodness, time doesn't just creep along, it takes flying leaps. Paul had his surgery on Christmas Eve, his knee is still so swollen, he limps around, and it tugs my heart, because...he's getting old. I cannot bear it. He's the strong, healthy one. Okay, he's only 58, but still. He doesn't touch up his grays, either, ha.
Sunday, December 27, 2020
Friday, December 25, 2020
This is just a short early morning post, we haven't opened presents yet. Paul is still sleeping, that man came home from his surgery yesterday and stayed awake all day, getting up and walking around, as per permission from the doctor.
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Paul has a torn meniscus, and has been trying to get it repaired. With the hospital situations these days, it's tricky, but he had his pre-op testing done (his ekg was good, which is a huge PHEW for us, because he has had A-Fib in the past, and has had two surgeries to correct it). His Covid test was negative too, so he's good to go, tomorrow morning we leave here at 5:30, before the sun comes up. I can't be with him, just drop him off and pick him up, that's life these days. So Merry Christmas to us, right? He's confident he'll feel fine. Sonja and I went to the store the other day for some last minute gifts, to replace two that I actually lost. They'll show up, but dang, where did they go? Anyway...
Sunday, December 20, 2020
Can I start by saying thank you for the kind comments about the girls not coming to Christmas? Hugs to all of you out there who also cannot get together, especially long distances. At least these three daughters are local and I can see them outside! The families that can't be together is one of the saddest things. And, we made our gingerbread houses! We decided to opt for the sugar glue method instead of the royal icing with egg whites, partly because we wanted them to be 100% edible, and to set more quickly. (one cup of sugar, cook it in a pan on low, stirring, until it becomes liquid, then dip those edges in FAST, it sets like lightening. And it is burning hot, both Evelyn and Margaret have blisters on their hands from drips!) (But the houses are super sturdy, it really works!)
Saturday, December 19, 2020
We are in the midst of a global pandemic. Whether you believe in the lockdowns, or the rules, or whether you believe a mask helps or hinders, we ARE in a pandemic. There are "cases", but then there are actual hospitalizations and deaths. This is where it gets real. We're at a critical point here in central NY state, where the hospitals are getting full, and there are so many seriously sick people. Here's what I'm getting at: my daughters aren't coming for Christmas. They live in town, five miles away. One is a nurse practitoner, one a nurse educator/chemo infusion/oncology nurse, and Abigail, she's an accountant, but she lives with Emily and Mariel.