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Sledgehammer

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Sledgehammer…or flyswatter.  That is the question for me today. I took an enormous leap this morning and went ahead and pre-registered with the hospital for my surgery.  And although I am mostly resolved about the way forward, I wonder sometimes if I am not dealing with my medical issues with a sledgehammer rather than a flyswatter.  Sledgehammer: hysterectomy.  Flyswatter: diagnostic scope and ablation and hormones. Yet when I consider that over the past month, I’ve had maybe three days of feeling decent and yucky pain the rest of the time…when I consider that my doctor told me I am now … Continue reading Sledgehammer

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The Visible Changes

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As promised, here’s the After: What do you think?  Better than the before?  Granted, I did what all those “Makeover” magazines do and took the “Before” photo without makeup.  But then I had to go to the mall.  To detract from my Very Bad Hair, I had to put on some mascara and lipstick.  You’ve done that before, right? I confess that I haven’t been taking great care of myself lately.  It’s hard to make the effort to put on jeans that snap when your belly hurts so much you end up unsnapping them later and hope no one notices! … Continue reading The Visible Changes

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Do Nothing Day

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Today is my do nothing day. You see, it’s Monday.  That means our new normal is for my daughter to be away all day in her once-a-week junior high Challenge A Classical Conversations class.  Oh, I have a list longer than Santa’s of things I could be doing around the house, like cleaning closets, organizing drawers, buying groceries, matching socks.  Thrilling, I know. Instead I find myself outside by the pool, soaking in some rays.  Gotta make that Vitamin D somehow, right?  Seriously, though, I’m trying to learn how to stop following all those rules that I set up for … Continue reading Do Nothing Day

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Memory Lane

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Being in deep East Texas last week brought back vivid memories of times I spent hanging out at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Making my trip even more poignant was the fact that this was my first time to visit Grandma at the nursing home.  On our eighty mile trip there and back, the red dirt roads crisscrossing the highways reminded me of the peach orchard at their old place.  I can still see the trees in full bloom, laid out in nice rows with the ground hot and red underneath.  We’d play endless games of hide and seek out there … Continue reading Memory Lane

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Dealing With “Deadgetation”

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I admit it.  I have a brown thumb.  But I promise I didn’t cause this travesty. I didn’t do it! The only times I’ve even crossed the threshold into the back yard have been to let the dog out.  (She didn’t do it, either.  She’s not tall enough!) I don’t have far to look, though, to see the culprit in this dastardly episode of deadgetation: It’s August in Texas.  We know it’s going to be hot.  We’re used to gingerly lowering ourselves on the steaming surface of the seats in the car. We know how to run errands in the … Continue reading Dealing With “Deadgetation”