Monday, September 30, 2013

Really...It's been 3 weeks?!

Elly and Josiah are in an art class every Wednesday after school.
For this project they had to draw what they were feeling while listening to music.
This piece is by Elly and I have it now hanging in my office.

This past week was Sukkot (Feast of Tabernacles). 
On Friday the 20th, we had a special "wedding feast" in which Ciara depicted the Bride of Messiah.
She has a great time being the honored person in the meal and did a monologue which we all enjoyed.
Many people, including myself, remembered Princess Diana when we saw Ciara in this dress.

Josiah, in the center back, is playing basketball this fall.  He is loving it.

Frequently Josiah creates things with toys such as legos, pattern blocks, or
whatever materials he has on hand, then he wants me to take pics of him with them like this one.
His hat is from Sukkot.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Moving bedrooms

After 2 full weeks of lost housework (I was too sick), I was determined today to get some work done.  With a promise of part two of a movie we started last week on Netflix (Neverland), the girls and I set out to get a huge job done by 6 pm, or at least started.  Teenager #2 has been spread out between two bedrooms for probably 6 months, and doesn't seem to like her own bed any longer.  Teenager #1 is being driven crazy by Teenager #2's constant mess in her room (they were sharing the master bedroom in our house).  So, today we started moving her into one space.

First of all, I had to empty my stuff out of the closet in the basement room, so Teenager #2 could use it.  I had most of it done already.  I moved my own stuff to the hall closet.  Secondly I had two corners of Teenager #2's new space full of storage stuff that needed to find new places to be.  Lastly, we had to clean up her mess in both locations so that the move is physically possible.

I learned something about my 14 year old daughter today.  It is something I should have figured out far before now, but it isn't something I ever wanted to accept.  My daughter is unable to organize herself.  She is organizationally handicapped.  She tried today.  Oh yes, she tried, but my little artist is too much like her father - the most she can organize herself to do is a small project and its finite details.  That could be making a castle out of Ensure cans, or knitting a hat, or cooking a meal...  However, when it comes to looking at a huge mess and figuring out a plan to make the mess into an organized functional living space, it is beyond her.  The best she could do is pick things up and put them in bags and bring them to her new digs.  Everything is mixed together.  She can't find anything and tends to borrow other people's items because hers get lost...  then she will likely lose the borrowed item and so forth.  I found about 4-5 pairs of missing scissors!

I guess it is time to stop beating her up for this wiring that she has been given.  She can't do it.  She would like to be able to do it, but it isn't what she can do at this time.  For now, it is good enough that she got her stuff to her new room in bags.  We can sort those one at a time later, and hopefully I can help her set up a system that will help her to stay more organized, and to be able to keep track of her things better.

It feels good to have accomplished so much, even though it isn't finished.  My body was calling for a nap, but I pushed through it and just kept at what I was doing.  I think tomorrow I will be better off for it, and hopefully a little stronger.

Thursday, September 5, 2013


This is actually a picture from a year ago on Bishop's Beach in Homer.
Life as I knew it came to a screeching halt last week.  On Monday I was at work and started feeling like I was getting a fever.  By the end of the day I was chilling and aching all over.  I didn't stay to finish up my charting.  I knew I had to get home, and I went straight to bed.  I took it a day at a time, thinking I had a virus that had been going through our family.  My right kidney hurt, but it hurts every night since last January - I figured the fever was just settling there.  By Thursday I was totally miserable, coughing, fever 103, not thinking straight, short of breath.  I went to see my colleague at work, Dr F.  He wanted to put me in the hospital with the diagnosis of pyelonephritis.  I wasn't convinced of the diagnosis, but was willing to be treated for it as an outpatient.  The next day I wasn't really improving, but I didn't want to go in the hospital.  I decided to take another antibiotic I had at home in addition to the cipro that Dr F gave me.  It started helping.  I called another colleague and asked her to order some tests - including a chest x ray - and asked for an inhaler and a different antibiotic (I didn't have enough of the second one I'd added).  The chest xray showed left lobe pneumonia.  The new antibiotic was doing the trick by Sunday.  No fevers since Monday.  I hope to return to work tomorrow.