Sunday, January 28, 2007
Okay, maybe being "normal" is at least somewhat overrated...tonight, after we put our son Mason to bed, (who has severe developmental delay and is nonverbal, from an undiagnosed medical condition, for those of you who are not aware) he kept going over to his window and pulling the shade open and pointing at the moon. I kept leading him back to bed and telling him, yes, I see the moon, tell the moon goodnight. Anyway, after I shut his door and went out to do some dishes, I heard him in there crying and when I went in, he was looking at the moon again. I went up to him and said, I see the moon and the moon sees me...he then looked up at me and put his hands together in front of his chest and rested his chin on the top of his fingers. Then, I said, "What do you want?" He grabbed my hand and led me through the house to the sunroom. He tried to open the patio door and then put his hands up so I would pick him up. When I picked him up, he pointed at the moon again. So, I took him out on the frosty deck and we looked up at the moon together. He was squealing with joy! He kept pointing up at the moon and squealing. It was so cool! Then, I told him to tell the moon goodnight, and I tucked him in again. Now, does he remember that we used to read Goodnight Moon, or does he just have a new moon fixation? We know he loves stars, but this whole moon thing is pretty cool, too. As far as the sign with his hands clasped together under his chin, that is a new sign for him, and new signs take a LONG time for him to learn. What does it mean for him? I'm not sure. He may have been signing "book", which is your hands clasped together, but opened up like a book. He may have been signing something completely different. At any rate, what a blessing that he noticed the moon so much tonight and that he wanted to tell us about it. A pretty cool event in our household. I'm not sure what it all means, but it felt pretty wonderful.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Well, we went from a brown winter to a fairly white one...albeit with plenty of ice along the way. This morning we had a nice frost cover from a night of sleety/foggy mess lastnight. We took some pictures and now it is very sunny and bright; the kind of brightness that only happens on a clear, frosty, snow-covered day.
Friday, January 19, 2007
I was looking longingly out at the snow earlier today, reminded of a time when I would spend hours outside in my "snowmobile suit" and play in the snow. My brother and the other kids in town would make intricate tunnels, (back when we used to get enough snow to bother) and I would always worry about them caving in on them. I used to make snowmen, and later, snowhorses, and I would also line up icicles along snowbanks and then take pictures of them as the sun would set behind them. We used to sled a lot, too, on "real" hills; with enough slope and speed to do some serious damage to you if you didn't know how to navigate the foot bars on the wooden sled we had. I can remember snow being piled up well over my head along the sides of the road while we waited for the bus to pick us up. Now, I mainly view snow as pretty, but that's about it! What changes in us as adults, that we no longer view snow as "fun?" Maybe the addition of shoveling and driving in precarious conditions? Or, just the overall loss in our lives of viewing a fresh snowfall as magical...I'm glad we lived in an area that allowed for playing in the snow when we were young. I will always hold fond memories of that!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Tweens? I can think of other potential names for the period of a young person's life between 9 and 13....enraged lunatic? Narcissistic time bomb? Sulking octopus? Moody pogo stick? Ticking roadside homemade explosive device? Angry tired selfish argumentative grump? Okay, maybe tween works, too! I don't wish to go back to that age, especially in this time. If you can follow that, you shouldn't volunteer to put the little white lines on the road...
Okay, maybe being a waitress as a young'un makes me more painfully aware of how waitresses should behave. Or, maybe, common sense dictates that waitressing is inherently simple, with a few twists and turns thrown in from time to time. Whatever the case may be, I have some waitress gripes tonight. Let's call it: "Things That Make Me Not Leave A Tip": 1) If I get thirsty, 2) If I have to wave the waitress down to receive a menu, 3) If they sigh when I ask for a refill, 4) If they still can't remember to bring ranch dressing, sour cream, tartar sauce, or other condiments to the table, 5) especially after they've written it down on their order slip, 6) If I have to ask for silverware, 7) If they fail to wipe the greasy nasty mess on the table that the people before us left, 8) If they fail to bring your slip to the table or if they fail to come to the register to take your money, 9) Did I mention if I get thirsty?! Okay, that's my waitress venting for this evening....
Thanks to my friend Jerri, I have tried to locate that thing that runs along my back from my neck to my waist....I think it's called a spine! It's been missing for some time now, but it's nice to know I still have one and it still works. Maybe I'll put it to good use a bit more often, now that I've located it!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Okay, I decided to try to stave off the January slogginess with a brisk walk this morning....I actually walked four miles before I started to worry about frostbit cheeks. Hee hee. Gotta love exercising in the Midwest in January. As my iPod batteries died about halfway through my third Rush song, it was a long walk of listening to my rhythmic breathing and trying hard not to count steps between sidewalk cracks. Whoever started that "step on a crack, break your mother's back" stuff should have thought twice before inflicting such obsessive behavior on our nation's young people.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Yes, that says "sloggy" month. Isn't January just that? Foggy, soggy, sloppy, ick. Long, white, boring, stretched-out, and just a short whisper away from the beauty of December. Can't we invent a better transition from Christmas to Valentine's Day? I don't know, maybe a month with some type of interesting event or decent weather; perhaps just an excuse to celebrate and eat....is the Superbowl this month? How can we go from beautiful (note above picture of the pretty month of December....) to sloggy in just a few days? Maybe January is only despised by those of us in the Midwest....I wonder if Californians feel the same way about January?
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Monday, January 8, 2007
Well, it's back to "normal" around here, as both kids are now back in school. Mas was ready and rarin' to go this morning as he bolted out the door to the van. Riley is still dealing with steroid eye drops in hopes of clearing her eye infection so she can try different contacts again....sigh. Hopefully she will be able to wear contacts. It's cloudy and cold here today, with no snow on the ground, as per usual. If this is all we're going to get out of winter, bring on spring!
Friday, January 5, 2007
Well, here I am, almost 8 weeks into side pain that my doctor thinks is a kidney stone. After being admitted to the hospital for a day back in November and being snowed on pain meds, they did 2 CT's and 2 KUB x-rays and an IVP. The CTs didn't show anything; the KUBs (kidney, ureter, bladder x-ray) showed one calcification one week and two calcifications the next week. The IVP didn't show a stone. During the second CT with contrast, I was writhing in pain after administration of the dye. I was hopeful the dye (which is thick) was moving the stone. My doc says CTs don't always catch stones, and that IVPs won't show a stone if it isn't blocking the ureter. I finally saw a visiting urologist, (who was supposed to do a cystoscopy that day) who breezed in and said, "I can tell you right now it's not a stone." He continued to tell me it was nothing urologic and there was nothing more he could do, since CTs always show the stone. I asked him the following questions: 1) "Why did I have urine the color of iced tea every morning for a month?" His reply: I don't know. 2) "Why did my KUBs show 1 calcification, and the next week showed 2?" His reply: You had a KUB? 3) "Why does it feel like someone is squeezing my right kidney?" His reply: I don't know, but it's not urological. 4) "Why did I have pain all along my right side, from my kidney to my lower groin area, and now the pain is all lower right sided pain?" His reply: I don't know. 5) "Why do I have such strong pains if there's nothing wrong?" His reply: I don't know, but it's not a urological problem. I can't help you......My thoughts on this: Perhaps I need to see a new urologist?! I almost told him, that including all the doctors we've seen for our son, he was the worst one I had ever seen....but, I held it in to try not to blow up at him. Ahhhh, the joys of seeing poor doctors....that is for another post. I continue to have the lower right-sided pain, with no idea what it is, and I am almost out of pain pills. GRRRR!
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Yes, I see that I haven't posted in awhile...it seems the januaries have caught me in their vicious hold. My neighbors still have their outside Christmas lights twinkling, but the magic is gone now. I finally broke down and took down the inside decorations yesterday. It seems the joy and anticipation of putting decorations up is matched only in the work and burdensome task of taking them back down. If I lived in a big city, I believe I'd start a service where I would go to people's homes and take their decorations down for them, while they're at work....it would be like a cleaning service, but only for wayward decorations. Maybe taking someone else's decorations down seems like less work? Something to ponder....