Finally. It seems I never make it to the computer for more than a few minutes each morning to check email and daily news. Try as I might, finding the time to blog has been impossible for far too long. Today I’m purposing to post. As much as nablopomo didn’t suit my nature, I’m beginning to think I need it to prompt me to keep my blog going.
On June 24th my DH’s sister lost her valiant battle with cancer. Since that day time has been a blur. I wonder if that is part of the grieving process. My DF’s health continues to decline. Each time I see him the changes in strength are evident. His mind remains sharp though his body grows weaker. I can only imagine the frustration he feels as he becomes more and more dependent on my mother for every life-sustaining element. I feel helpless, and my heart breaks for him. We are so not ready to let him go. My mother’s strength and determination to be his caregiver amazes me. She has become my hero…
My DH’s doctor has finally determined a second surgery will be necessary to free up DH’s shoulder. On Monday a MRI is scheduled to reveal the extent and location of the scar tissue that limits mobility. Surgery will be scheduled during the next office visit. This means at least another 6 to 8 weeks out of work. I am very thankful DH and I have a sweet relationship. Togetherness would otherwise already be a grave problem. On an up-note…this determination has given us a much needed break from running the roads. There is no more physical therapy until after the next surgery. The brutal manipulation of his shoulder achieves nothing but pain infliction at this point. What a blessing it has been to be able to stay home for a while.
I’ve kept myself busy canning the fruits of our gardening labor. The unrelenting heat has halted the production of green beans, but the plants are still alive and flowering. I hope they begin to produce again. I was not able to put up nearly as many as I had hoped. We’re still getting plenty of tomatoes and we’re running over with egg plant. Our okra is finally beginning to produce more than a few pods at a time. Fortunately it thrives in the heat. I wish we had planted more okra and cucumbers. I’d still like to put up several more jars of dill pickles. The ones I’ve canned are in such high demand they won’t last long. Our grandsons can devour a quart in one sitting. They tell me they are better than Vlassic. That’s a high compliment. My sweet pickles will last long enough to make it through to the next growing season even if I have to hide them. They are my personal favorite.
Yesterday as we were released our dogs for some romping exercise a Copperhead slithered across their path and reared it’s ugly head readying to strike. We were able to secure the dogs and get them into the house without injury. I handed DH a hoe and went inside the house to get a gun. There is one less Copperhead in Southeast Mississippi. 🙂
I’ve rambled long enough and need to get back to the work at hand. Good Lord willing, I’m going to get my blogging rhythm back. I’ve really missed it.
Until next time…
When you refuse to love people because they’re hard to love, you forget the fact that God always loves you, even though you’re not always easy to love.
~ unknown ~