Thursday, May 16, 2019

Holiday

I'll be off site until June 6.

I'm excited to take thousands of pictures and show you where I've been.

Until then, many blessings to you.


Monday, May 13, 2019

Serendipity

Serendipity:  Happy Chance. The occurrence of events by chance in a happy way. 

Love that. And I love when it happens so suddenly and without notice.

One such event happened while ambling in the Lacock village.

There we were minding our own business. My head was in the clouds thinking about who lived in these charming cottages.
The sun was shining and the birds were singing. 
And yes, a Mini was parked along the curb. Couldn't get any better. But then serendipity happened.
A perfect day made sweeter when I saw this...
The Stall on the Wall. Don't you just love that name!   

Homemade meringues! Jars and jars of them.
It was like a lemonade stand. Only better.
Guess which one I picked?
Delish!
I hope in the middle of an ordinary day, something serendipitous sneaks up on you and delights you in a fairy tale way.





Monday, May 6, 2019

The journey continues

While touring the Lacock Abbey, I came across this old typewriter. 
Both the typewriter and the note intrigued me. This is where I got the idea for the story I have been working on. It's a great story. Just saying.

I'm a bit weepy. I just found out I didn't final in a writing contest.

It stings. A lot.
This writing journey has many twists and turns.
It's hard. Who knows where it will lead. I wish I knew.
Sometimes I just want to quit. It would be very easy. Too easy. 

I've recently read about a best-selling author.  Rachel Held Evans. She went in to hospital a few weeks ago with flu-like symptoms. I haven't read her work, but the fact that she was 37 years old kept me reading her health updates.

I was saddened to hear she has since passed away.     

It's still a bit murky as to her cause of death.  She went in to hospital with flu-like symptoms, and now she is gone. She leaves a husband and two very young children to mourn her.

Her husband wrote, "Rachel's presence in this world was a gift to us all and her work will long survive her." 

Did you get that? "Her work will long survive her."

What a gift. Her children are so young now, but they have their mother's words. Forever. In book form.
I guess that's why I write. For future generations. 

  

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Don't worry

A recent conversation with my daughter.

"Hi mom. It's Kayla."
(Like I wouldn't recognize her voice-wink wink!)

"Hi baby girl-
(she interrupts immediately!)

Kayla: "I thought you would want to know I'm in the ER, but don't worry."

Me: On the other end of the line FREAKING OUT! "Wait, what? Did you just say you're in the ER? Where?"

The "don't worry" part is what got me. Really? Are you kidding me? My kid is in the ER and she proceeds to say, "Don't worry." 

Who says that? I guess she did! Sheesh! I'm her mother for Pete's sake. Of course I'm going to worry. Panic would be more accurate.  Like freak out, get in the car right now and speed to hospital, kind of freak out. Yeah, that.

Kayla isn't a kid anymore. She's a 29 year old, married grown woman. SIGH.
My son in law is perfectly capable (and wonderful I might add) of taking care of Kayla. And that's exactly what he did. He brought her to hospital and stayed by her side the entire time.

So, what's wrong with her, you might be asking?

It would seems a pear shaped organ that receives and stores bile, plus digests fats, decided to make my daughter completely miserable. There was nausea, pain, diarrhea and vomiting involved. Sounds fun, huh? Oh and a one inch gallstone for added excitement.

Yep. Her gallbladder has been a pain in her side for far too long and gave it one last go. The pain was excruciating. And she can handle a lot of pain.
I reminded her of the time she fell while rollerblading a long while ago. She didn't scream in pain and seemed okay. Only one time that particular evening did she tell me it hurt "a little bit." We iced it and I told her that we would see how it was in the morning.

Well, morning came. Again, she wasn't yelping or even crying, but hubby decided to take her in to the clinic. She came home with a cast on her hand.
Worst mother ever moment. Like epic fail. I still feel bad about that and it's been at least fifteen years ago. Ugh.

Anyway-Did you know per googling the internet, "the gallbladder is not absolutely necessary for human survival..."

Who knew?!

Kayla is resting at home now. It hasn't been easy, but she's on her way to a full recovery.
According to her, I'm "the best mom ever." 

I brought food!