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Dancing, Gray New Balance Sport Shoes

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My mom is married to a very sweet man named James. The situation the two were living in, made my sisters and our families uncomfortable. My abilities around the house and my level of functioning was making everyone a bit nervous, especially Barry. Mom needed a home, we needed help. Ta-da……Barry and I got a new roommate. James did not wish to come with her. He wished to stay near his family.

My mother is as sweet as she can be when she wants to be; then at the drop of a hat, she is a totally different woman. She is extremely protective of her girls and will do anything to protect us.

At this moment, she realizes, I am stressing about tomorrow. I am not sure if she is joking with me about this dream, or she really had it. True or not, I have to share. I cannot believe she even thought this up, I’m hoping she actually dreamed it.

Mom discussed her dream with me, when I went to give her a thirty-minute warning to leave for church. She first told me she wasn’t going because she ate too much salt the day before, then she starts giggling. When I asked what was so funny, she asked me to sit down and tell me about her night.

As she was sleeping, she swears she opened her eyes and was awake through all of this. She says she opened her eyes and could see herself as if looking in a mirror. She stuck her tongue out at herself, the image did the same. She moved her left hand and touched palm to palm with the image. She says she closed her eyes, when she opened them, the image was gone.

Next she started to hear country music playing. She looked up at the ceiling to see her gray, New Balance sport shoes dancing on across the ceiling. Mom loves shoes, and has a ton of them. She said the next thing she knew, her closet door flew open and her shoes, all of them, proceeded to dance up the wall to join her  sport shoes doing their thing on the ceiling. She laid down on the bed to watch the show.

She states the next thing she knew, her alarm clock went off. When she went to get out of bed, her shoes were all over her bedroom floor. At that moment, she heard a man laughing in her bedroom door, she looked up to see her father in her doorway.

His comment to her was she never could keep her room clean. He closed the door. She chased after him, at the moment her foot hit the floor, she was wide awake. She opened her door and he, of course was gone…….

Gotta love her………..

 

Monday Jitters

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Give, it to God, Jill.  Don’t let all of these crazy things worry you. Take one day at a time and one appointment at a time. That is all you can do, do not over think what is going on next week and let God work in your life. He is the one with the plan for your life. Let him work it. Be strong for yourself, Barry and you family. It is inside of you. Be strong. No matter what the outcome, be strong. She your strength in your actions. Barry needs to know you are OK and tough. Be strong for him. Be encouraging for Barry. He needs to see your strength.

Please forgive my nervous outbreak. A lot going on next week that I am not sure I’m prepared to deal with. But I’m in God’s hands and he’ll take care of me. I’m more worried about Barry than myself. Hospitals make him nervous, especially Emory, since the stroke. I’m sure it will all work out. Monday is the key. Just take it one day at a time. 

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Six Word Fridays- Hand/Hands

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button-1Barry and I hand in hand. I love Barry’s strong, warm hands. I need Barry’s help at times. His hands are always there. When I need a hand on steps. When I need a hand up. His hands are always readily there. His comfort makes me feel whole.

I have a husband deserving much. His hands deserve things my hands. Can no longer function to give. My hands shake when they function. I want to show Barry love. I want to show him appreciation. I will find another way love.  Can shine through to Barry’s heart.

I will figure a way love. Can shine through my actions daily. I need him to know love. Still shines through in my actions. He deserves that and much more. His wonderful hands show me daily. That he loves me unconditionally always. He joins me in God’s hands. God’s plan guides our daily life. His watchful hands guide us daily.

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Daily Prompt: Seconds

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Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten, in glorious detail. 

When I was three, I had to have my tonsils removed for the first time. They were swollen so badly that my throat was almost swollen shut. Needless to say, I could not or would not eat out drink much of anything before they took them out.

I remember the nurse bringing my first meal in after surgery. I could have kissed her. She had a tray full of Popsicles, sherbet and a nasty bowl of greasy chicken broth.

The Popsicle was my favorite. It was cherry, so cold, delicious, and made my throat feel so good. The sherbet was the perfect follow-up. It was tangy and delightful. I had never had a Neapolitan version of sherbet. But WOW! It was incredible. It made my throat feel so good or either I was just flat-out hungry enough to eat a horse. I loved every yummy spoonful. I never touched the broth…….salty, greasy, nasty, YUCK.

It might have had something to do with the pain medication I was given as well. I polished off the Popsicle and sherbet quickly, when I informed I could all I wanted. Once I discovered the nurses had an endless supply of cherry popsicles, it was over. I drove them nuts.

When I was three outpatient surgery did not exist. You spent a week in the hospital for almost everything.

By my discharge date, I had a permanent red circle around my lips. Those Popsicles were the most delicious meal I had ever been served. To date, I cannot turn down a cherry Popsicle and I prefer sherbet to regular ice cream. It gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. I guess, the two delectable treats being served as a meal, has added them to my list comfort foods. They are probably be my first comfort foods.

Double Whammy…you have to love doctors!!!

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While at a checkup with the Allergist today, I received a phone call from the genetics counselor assigned to me. She had received the results of my genetics test. I apparently do have the rare genetic disorder all the doctors have been avoiding discussing with me. So I am one in 250,000 people in the United States blessed with this genetic nightmare.

Even though one sweet doctor had taken it upon himself to tell me that I could be considered diagnosed with the disease because of my medical history; I felt like a rock had been dropped in my lap. Reality smacked me in the face and now I had to discuss this with my family and get them to be tested. I hate being like this.

I would never wish this on my worst enemy, I certainly do not need to worry about my sisters, nieces and nephews having to deal with this. What about their children? This is just so much to deal with. I was coping fine, until I knew for sure. Now…I need to pray on this…

 

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Daily Prompt: A Plot of Earth

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You’re given a plot of land and have the financial resources to do what you please. What’s the plan?

We’ve done the big house thing, so to start…We’d have a modest handicapped accessible home-built, near the back of the property. Single level of course, but with all the technology available to make life easy around the house for a disabled person. One room would be set aside for a gym. I need a place to work out, instead of my dining room. There has to be huge porches with swings across the front and back of the house. One end of each porch would be screened in. I love to sit and enjoy the outdoor sounds.

Second, we’d have a small guest house built behind our house for my mom. She can design and pick out what she wants. She needs to include a guest room for company.

Next would come the raised garden, close to the house with benches everywhere. It would have a rose-covered arbor at the entrance with every plant possible to attract butterflies and birds by the dozen.

A covered patio with a table or other area to relax and get out of the rain. Somewhere close by, there would be a small garden shed to store all my tools and other essentials. I’d have to have some form of water feature in the garden. It would be great to have a fountain in the center of the garden. The birds and butterflies would love that!

To one side of the house would be Barry‘s garage sanctuary. He can work on cars, build things and do whatever he wants in his man cave. That would be his place to design and setup.

I can’t forget about our treasured pets. We’d have to have an area of the yard fenced in and a state of the art doggie-door for Miss Maggie to go in and out on her own. The door needs to lock the minute Mags is back in the house.

Then there is Shotgun, our Japanese Fighting Fish. He will need a larger tank somewhere near the kitchen. We can decorate it like the bottom of the ocean, but I need to be able to handle it to clean and change the water. Shotgun loves hiding in the roots of my plant in the aquarium.

The plot of earth would be full of big shade trees and a long drive way. I’d need to ride by bicycle to the mailbox. Along with the garden, the house would be surrounded by flowers and shrubs. Something would be blooming year round.

Daily Prompt: Nightmares

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Describe the last nightmare you remember having. What do you think it meant?

Let me see, my most recent nightmare involves myself, my husband, mother, and our dog. Barry and I designed and helped build the home we now live in. I actually had the pleasure of putting the first nail in the house. I am honestly surprised the house is still standing.

Back to the nightmare….

Well, we had a long day of yard work and were sitting down to eat supper. Maggie, our adorable boxer, was asleep on the couch. Poor girl, exhausted from playing outside, while we worked.

Suddenly there was a large crash upstairs and then it sounded like footsteps on the stairs. Barry stood to check the noise out. As he got near the stairs, the noise stopped, mom and I heard a loud gasp from Barry. As we rounded the corner to the staircase, we both stopped in our tracks.

Coming down the stairs was a floating rocking chair with a little girl sitting in it rocking and singing, ‘You are my Sunshine’. All the commotion woke Maggie up and I realized she was at my feet when I heard a low growl. Barry, Mom and I all started backing up, as the rocking chair floated closer and passed us. Maggie started to bark, while after the chair.

The chair floated through the kitchen, into the dining room and then the living room and headed back to the stairs. The child continuously singing the same song. We all looked at each other, befuddled over what just happened.

No one volunteered to go upstairs to check things out. We went back to the table and finished eating. We could here what sounded like a rocker on the floor above us and occasionally a child singing. Maggie was back on the couch sound asleep.

I haven’t got a clue where this dream came from. Mom had told me that she thought she saw a floating rocking chair when she was having a bad day and we had spicy food for supper, I went to sleep with a stomach ache. Those are the only reason I can think of for such craziness in my dreams. Of course, all the above mixed with my night medication, could explain it all.