“Oh, if there’s only one song I can sing,
When in His beauty I see the great King,
This shall my song through eternity be,
“Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me!” ~Philip Bliss
This hymn is stuck in my head this morning and I’m just so happy because today I have absolutely nothing pressing…..in the last week this family has had a total of 10 appointments (mostly dental, one doctor, and others) and I’m ready to have a peace-full morning instead of getting ready to go…….I’m a home-bird…..
I have a steaming Scarlet fiesta mug of green tea on the coffee table in front of me, and a curled up chocolate lab snoring by my side on the couch and I’m ready to let my fingers tippety tap along the keyboard….I love blogging…everyone should do it. Life is so interesting.
Last week, Rich was gone on a business trip for five days straight and our college son Ethan was home for the week, too. After Caleb’s dentist appointment and right before his doctor’s appointment, we had time to sit at the bookstore and drink hot coffee beverages.
(Caleb had no cavities but was put on antibiotics for a sinus infection).
(a page from the latest Victoria magazine–I was so tired last week that I had to read this quote like 5 times before it made sense. And… Seth, waiting for the bus one morning).
Hanging out on the porch with Sarah. She was blowing the whistle CONSTANTLY.
She gets to learn how to play the recorder next year at school and the whistle is a tiny recorder. So she would blow and then take a break to say things like “Can I buy my own recorder, Mom?” “I’m going to get a pink one.” “Did Caleb buy his?” “Where is it?” “What color was it?” “Seth doesn’t bring his home.” “He doesn’t like to play it.” and so on.
These muffins were yummy.
Rich took this at the football games on Sunday.
Reading on the porch with my kitty.
Ethan was home all last week and so (because I’m a good mom) I thoughtfully made him a dentist appointment for a cleaning. (he was less than thrilled because has bad luck always at the dentist). He drove himself. I was at the grocery store when they called me, “Hello we have Ethan here and he has a couple cavities that he didn’t get filled last time and the dentist has time to do them now if you’d like us to do that?” And naturally I said, “Oh yes, that would be awesome, and please have the Doctor check Ethan’s gray front tooth.” Then we hung up. After another hour or so, Ethan came home with his eyes sad and face blank. He put his papers from the dentist down on the counter. Ethan doesn’t talk much so I had to pry. “What did they say about your tooth?” “They said the roots are a little shorter and it might fall out eventually so I have to go to a specialist to get it looked at.” I ran over to the referral paper, and called the number right away just to see if perhaps they could get him in while he was home. And yes, they were able to get him an appointment on Thursday.
So Thursday came. The appointment was at 8:30 in the morning. As soon as the kids left on the bus at 7:30, Ethan and I got in the car to head to his appointment, which was on the other side of Hartford. Ugh busy city traffic. We had no time to go through the Dunkin Donuts drive- thru. So we battled on through the traffic and got to the Endodontist with just enough time to park, find the office, and fill out papers.
Ethan was called to the back for his appointment and I followed, simply because, like I said, Ethan doesn’t talk much and I wanted ALL the information. The dentist took an X-ray, and tapped on his front teeth. Then he held a tiny piece of cotton with his dentist tongs and sprayed icy cold air on it. “I’m going to put this on your tooth and you raise your hand when the pain is unbearable, okay Ethan?” He pressed the cotton on Ethan’s gray tooth and Ethan never raised his hand. “The reason you feel no pain is because that front tooth is dead,” the dentist explained. “You will need a root canal and then eventually we can bleach the inside of the tooth the next time you are home from college. I can’t just put the bleach in it this week or you might end up with a brilliantly refrigerator white tooth and that would be worse than the gray. I need to check the bleaching process every few days so we can take the bleach out once that tooth matches the other ones.” Wow, this was getting interesting. Ethan didn’t say a word.
We left with a root canal appointment for the very next day. Ethan’s bad luck at the dentist continued but you know what? It had to be done and it is all done now. The two of us had breakfast together that morning and then went to the mall and consoled ourselves with new shirts (Jcrew for him and Anthro for me). Rich came home that night and took Ethan the next day for the root canal and now he’s all set until he can get his tooth bleached.
Why was his tooth gray in the first place you might ask? He cannot remember the injury, but at some point when he was younger he bumped the tooth hard enough for it to die. With seven children and five of them boys, it’s a wonder any of them have white teeth. Seth had a gray tooth for a time, too, but it was a baby one and fell out. My brother David says Ethan should just get a gold tooth and be done with it.
I bought this vintage wool hook rug at an antique store this weekend….it’s now on the pantry floor and I love it. I’ve been waiting for just the right throw rug for my pantry. The outer part of the rug is dark gray, then a beautiful dark blue and light blue design, with light gray after that and a bunch of bright flowers in the middle. The blue matches the blue glass bottles in the window.
YESTERDAY it was Seth and Sarah’s turn at the dentist……(and tomorrow is my turn).
For prizes, they got teeth.
And then we went to the grocery store. I made them leave the teeth in the car and when we were checking out, Sarah turned to Seth and cried, “Seth, we can go to the car and put our teeth in now!”
Back at home…… (with a fogged up camera lens again, it was so damp and rainy)
David was on the roof.
He was bouncing a small basketball off the house and trying to make a basket down below, with the help of Caleb and Seth. He made it once.
(I took this one through the window)
It was pouring rain.
Last night my husband went downstairs to check on Seth, who was crying in the basement. He and Caleb had been fooling around. David and I looked at each other with alarm when we heard Rich yell, “DON’T PLAY FOOTBALL IN THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!” and Sarah came running upstairs laughing. “What happened? Sarah, tell me!” “Seth hit his head again and it’s bleeding a little bit right here,” she pointed to her head, “on the side of his head.”
Sure enough, Rich marched Seth upstairs, who already had a goose egg forming next to his temple on his forehead, and got him an ice pack.
This morning it already looked much better, but you can see the remainder of his injury next to his eye. (he had a bump up higher on his temple, and a scrape by his eye). I mean, at least it wasn’t his tooth.
7:15 this morning as I put away the dishes. “Mom, take a picture!”
Kids left on the bus. All is calm, all is bright.
The sun is shining! After a long weekend of rain, it is pure delight.
We end with the morning moon.
Happy Tuesday, friends.
You are loved.
Good morning! It’s good to be home, my children are home…..for it’s Columbus Day.
“One misty moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather……”
That’s us this morning, rainy and cloudy, cozy and cool inside, oh so beautiful outside.
The colors are always so vivid with a washing.
EVERYTHING outdoors is covered in a fine coating of dew. My camera lens instantly fogged up, making a lovely “filter” for these orange flowers in the garden.
I wanted to show you the trenches in the lawn. Rich wants to heat the garage with propane and I said, “Only if you bury the tank.”
We are also having the upstairs bathroom remodeled and it is currently gutted down to the bare boards.
Seth and Caleb both had a game this weekend, and as their parents we were so very proud of them but alas both teams suffered losses this time. And as it was damp and a little drizzly, we spent most of Seth’s game sitting in the truck. The weather for Caleb’s game was nice so we sat in our chairs, side by side, while Seth, Sarah and David ran around and played with their friends. I ate TERRIBLE yesterday……not only a dunkin donut but also a reeses pb cup. My chin feels a little extra dumpily today. But oh, so good.
After Caleb’s game, Rich went right down to wait for his son, ready to comfort and encourage after a tough loss.
“The gardener knows the seasons better than other people, for he tells time by Nature’s world, by what the garden yields each week or month. It has given us a purposeful feeling to complete the cycle, to know the beginning and the end.” ~Home Gardener’s Cookbook
I found this 1974 vintage cookbook/gardening book recently. It made a pleasant “porch read” this weekend while sitting in my rocking chair. (Along with the book Gentleman Gray used as a pillow). Always have to be reading…..how about you? Any engrossing recommendations?
This morning was an excellent morning for muffins. And so,
(yes I gave him one)
“Mom, these muffins are GOOD!” ~Seth
“EVERYTHING Mom makes is good!” ~Caleb
“Thank you, boys!” ~Mom
He has been with me everywhere I have gone. Genesis 35:3
He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. Job 5:9
Not to us, Lord, not to us but to you be the glory. Psalm115:1
The friends and pleasures of which you speak cannot compare with the joys which I seek. Christian, in Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan
If you love me, feed my sheep. John 21:17
Sarah’s last school program for 1st grade. Next year she will be moving on to the bigger elementary school in town. (my baby!)
On a flower the size of a dime. Sarah and I made baby sounds at it because it was so small.
The tree we planted from Grandma and Grandpa (Rich’s dad and step-mom). The children never forget about this tree and love to check on it. “It’s growing, Mom!”
Lady’s slippers in bloom
We found a small toad….. I took this picture moments before she started jumping around (similar to a toad) because she’s trying to be brave holding it in her hands….but she’s really feeling rather squeamish.
~Buttercups and guess what? We all like butter, very much. Especially on toast and popcorn.
Gentleman Gray walked with us. I had to carry him back, he’s not a cat that enjoys walking in the heat through tall grass with a strange dog “over there”.
While I had Gentleman, my sister randomly texted me a picture of herself with her fur baby.
Tessa’s Jr. Prom! She invited Ethan, of course.
They’ve been dating almost 2 years.
It was so hot outside. I did a five minute photoshoot on the driveway before they left.
Aren’t they good looking?
They didn’t get home until around 1:30 in the morning so I didn’t sleep very well. Mom-worries, you know. 🙂 They had a wonderful time, so happy.
Lots of baseball games for the boys!
I turned to Rich and silently mouthed, “Take my picture!” seventeen times before he got it. I had to be sneaky because if Seth had heard me he would have run off — he likes to tease me. This boy…..we rarely see him during his brother’s games but every once in a while he’ll come visit me. In this case he was coming to say, “No one’s working the food booth today. If you had a key would you work the food booth Mom?” Maybe he was hungry. Or wanting candy. Look at his outfit. Batting gloves, knee high Garfield socks. He’s so cute!
But what I love the most…..is he is still so much a Mama’s boy and loves to come close for some obligatory lovin’ . He knows it’s his duty so mom doesn’t get lonely and sad because her children are growing up.
Grown up Jacob came to the field after work.
The little kids spent most of the time up in the unused announcer’s booth watching the game from up high. Sooooo cute. Rich and I could see them from across the way.
The little league fields are our “home away from home” these days, we are there almost every day. If I drove a horse and wagon I wouldn’t even have to direct the horse….I would just say, “Take me to the ballgame” while flicking the reins and off we would go in the wagon.
Our rabbits are not caged, they live free in the chicken coop and when I let out the chickens they are also consequently free to roam. Number 1 bunny never hops out, but number 2 bunny is more adventurous and we were highly amused when we came home from the game and found it talking to the cat.
Sunday night dates, we love Pinkberry and Auntie Anne’s pretzels at the mall. And each other. Rich says, “I don’t even want to buy anything I just love walking around with you.” He’ll stare at me while we eat our treats and say things like, “you’re beautiful.” or, “I love that hair color on you.” And he’ll walk behind me five steps as we go upstairs and whistle. You know, regular & comfortable married couple stuff like that.
We went to Barnes and Noble and I took a picture of books I want to look up at the library.
Sunday evening walk all by my lonesome. I picked a few wayward lily of the valley (they spread through the years and I found some fair game– in the ditch) one of them pulled right up with it’s roots attached so I transplanted it in the garden back home.
I found a feather on the side of the road. I also got scared by the neighbor’s little vicious white dog.
Thus concludes the weekend report.
“Mom, my cat is sad,” David told me on Monday night.
It was the next day before I had the chance to stop and consider the cat. David had also said, “If my cat dies, I die.” so I knew I had to make sure everybody was okay. After all, it’s my job to keep everyone as alive and healthy as possible.
“Hmmmmmm”, I thought as I opened the front door and let the sad cat outside, “For heaven’s sake I think I see a lump on his shoulder.” I bent down and gently felt around in his fur. Sure enough, he had a large lump and gave up a sad little meow of protest.
I called the vet and made an appointment for 9:30 Wednesday morning.
This was already after getting the children off to school, laundry, cleaning, and so forth.
I showered and dressed and then did “the old heave ho ” to get up into the storage space under the addition to locate the cat carrier. Then went back upstairs, found the cat and attempted to put him inside it. We’ve all seen videos of people trying to put cats into things and the cats spreading out all four of their limbs and leaning out instead of agreeably going in. It was kind of funny the first time but I eventually was able to zip him up.
I took the carrier and my purse out to the car and away we went, driving down the road. The carrier was in the front seat next to me and moving around as Gentleman Gray yowled in a very unnatural voice every 5 seconds. He pressed his head into every nook and cranny of the carrier until he found The Old Hole. The old hole had been repaired with masking tape years ago but this cat was stronger than masking tape and out popped his head and then the rest of him.
I was driving so there was nothing I could do but keep my eyes on the road and hope the cat would keep control of his bowels. (he had an accident once in Jacob’s car) Gentleman Gray experiences an unusual amount of stress inside of cars but it seemed to help him be free from his carrier. He went in and out of my lap and looked out the windows.
I arrived at the vet 15 minutes early which is oh so typical of me. I am very conscientious about being on time. In this instance it proved to be a blessing, as I had time to dash into the hardware store which was right next door to the vet. I went inside and asked where the duct tape was and found a pair of little scissors, too.
I went back to my car and almost threw my hip out trying to get into it because the side boards didn’t come down so I could step up. I realized later on that Gentleman Gray had pressed the button to disengage them.
I made the necessary repairs to the cat carrier and then attempted to put the cat back inside of it, again with the spreading of limbs, claws, meows, and super cat strength. But I won.
I took him inside. They were able to get us right into a room, where the vet promptly took a look at him and checked his temperature. She immedietly thought “absess” which is what I was secretly thinking it was, myself. (proudly) She said that since he goes outdoors it was probably from a cat bite from another cat that became infected. She and her assistant gently restrained Gentleman Gray and did a quick but careful shave over his lump. Then she inserted a needle and pulled out some rather sick looking fluid. She took out the needle and gave him three shots in the hind quarters; rabies booster, distemper booster, and a powerful antibiotic. She retrieved another syringe “just for fun” and did one more attempt at draining as much of the pus as possible. Meanwhile, I took a few pictures because I knew the children would enjoy the story later on. I guess I was having fun, too.
I had to buy more special cat food for our other cat (Sherlock) who has urinary problems and then away I went, skipping down the sidewalk, 320 dollars out of pocket and a cat carrier in my hand moving around like there was a wild animal inside of it. (He rolled it across the floor while I paid the bill.)
But the value our dear pets give to us in return is priceless. That’s what I said to my husband when he made a few sarcastic comments about another trip to the vet for a common cat. (I love you, Rich!)
Oblivious sad cat, right before I picked him up to begin our adventure together.
By the time we arrived at our destination, he had busted through an Old Hole in the cat carrier. The lump is visable in this picture.
“I wonder if I could also bust through this old window?”
Gentleman Gray getting shaved.
When I showed 8 year old Seth the photo, he studied it and then said, “I like that guy.”
She got as much out as she could and then told me that it might open up at home eventually and finish draining. Or it could just go down on its own and heal from the antibiotics, which would last for 2 weeks in his system. Please oh please let it be the latter.
She said we could put warm compresses on it. (so far he has had no warm compresses)
He did have a fever, by the way. Pooooooooor kitty. He was sad after all.
I put him in the back of the car for the ride home so I could have some peace and quiet. When we arrived I opened up the back and let him out. In the video you can see the repaired carrier and all the “special food”.
He said thank you, did you see that? *heartmelts*
We came inside the house and Sherlock came over to console his friend. He knew by sniffing him just where he had been.
Gentleman spent the rest of the day and night sleeping but this morning I found him playing nicely with a little red bead on the floor and then later on I noticed him spending a lot of time grooming himself so I knew he was perking up.