I think I’ve mentioned previously that my feet feel like I am wearing tight socks all the time. Have also talked about my bones feeling very cold or very hot. As well as mentioning an electric buzzing in them. That I’m wobbly sometimes when I walk or that my feet feel numb or tingle. They have felt like this for years, at least 10. I’ve mentioned all this over the years to my medical doctors, most of whom never actually acknowledged I brought it up, some who said oh lose weight and it will be fine, others ckd my blood said it was good, others saying A1C is up but not over/or on the line. Someone just said learn to live with it. Of late, they seem more tingly, so the man and i went to a neuropathy seminar to see what could be done.
Today, I started a 90-day therapy course with Chiropractic Place in Onalaska. Was told to continue my chiro with Pene and reflexology with Tracy , both were good.. Along with adding a twice daily regime, which I will get into later.
If you are looking for help, call them. They let you know upfront if they can help you or not.
You do this at home with a mentor/coach, and they’ve had good success.
I started as soon as I got home. Have the second set left to do this evening.
Wonderful supper last evening with M&V and family. Fun to laugh and catch up.
I can breathe this morning (day 6 of the viral gunk) still very tired but breathing is a huge one. Perhaps tonight the cpap can be used again.
Another trip in LAX this morning for an appointment. Friday I return to my regular daily schedule.
The front porch needs putting in order. Perhaps I can get that done this afternoon.
We are back to winter weather for a day or so. It had to happen. We also need another good snow or a week of fine rain as our ground moisture is sorely lacking.
Need to work on my bible study class. Also need to get paperwork filled out and a couple doctor appts set up. The year moved by too quickly. Gotta love those yearly things.
Pondering Philippians 2:3-4 today. Do nothing out of selfishness or out of vainglory; rather, humbly regard others as more important than yourselves, 4 each looking out not for his own interests, but [also] everyone for those of others.
Our morning started as usual with coffee. Adding the knowledge this was the day we left the lake to head for home after we attended the G’parents breakfast with our G’son Lukus. The sun room at Lakeview Living on Silver Lake in Delhi, IA has become our happy place. I think we recognized that from the biginning.
Wonderful breakfast at the Cascade school this morning with Lukus. Fun book fair there as well.
Coffee and muffins with Morgan and Stella to top off a great morning.
We are home. Car unloaded. Everything unpacked. Laundry sorted. Most things put away.
Honestly, I am exhausted. This virus is kicking my butt. Time for a nap.
The lake is peaceful, with moonlight shimmering over the ripples
Coffee’s good
Today we say Happy Birthday to AB who turns 53. Have an awesome day.
Lenten Action: Take a sheet of paper put a line down the middle. On the left make a list of those things you are grateful for. As the week progresses add to your list. On the right hand side make comments on your blessings. Try to see your glass as half full, see potential, see opportunity. Be amazed at the life given you.
Antonio Cardinal Bacci suggests we find the church on our way home from work each day. To spend a quarter hour with Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. Giving thanks for our day, the blessings afforded us, and the opportunities given.
Shortly I will begin to pack up here at the lake. I am truly grateful for the time spent here. In a few days we will be back at our normal life. Hopefully we will be able to incorporate some of the quiet times into it that we experienced this past month.
Drove out to Greeley cemetary to visit Dad & Mom C and David. Hard to believe dad has been gone 30 yrs, mom 7, and David almost 3. Drove past the home place. It is being well taken care of by the Palmers. The cottonwood is gone, but its memories remain.
The old St Joseph’s Church still supports its beautiful stain glass windows. I think of dad sitting under the Kateri window. He was her advocate long before she attained sainthood. I wonder how she got a window at St. Joe’s before she was a Saint. It is now the Greeley Community Church. I often wonder how they explain the “pagan windows” to their congregation.
Grilling is on the agenda for our supper. Pork steaks and a salad seem to be the best way to round out this day.
It has been good for us, this vacation. It has been good.
Coffee is perfect or perhaps I’m just drinking it in the perfect place
Feeling much better this morning. Amazing what a dose of old fashioned Vicks can do for a person.
Intermitent Fasting week 20… 20# down, 1914 hrs of fasting, better sleep. Loose skin is an issue. It is a bit depressing in fact. I don’t know why it cannot relocate to my posterior and give me back the cushion weight loss took away. I do not care for boney butt.
New Book… well old (1969) but new to me…In This House of Brede by Rumer Godden. I’m liking it. Picked it up at the Tiny House in Hopkinton for a quarter.
Today’s Ponder…Anthony Cardinal Bacci speaks on Fervour and Tepidity today. I agree with his statement, have experienced it personally. “The only choice in the life of a Christian is between fervour and sin. The teid or negligent soul cannot remain long in the grace of God, and when God’s grace is removed, it means the death of the sould. The spiritual life resembles a steep hill. A man cannot stay still. He must keep going upwards or begin to slip downwards. Whoever struggles on up the his is approaching perfection and Heaven; whoever slips backwards is approaching sin and Hell. There is no middle way. Those who are lukewarm are an object of disgust to their Creator. Who casts them away from Himself.” (Rev 3:16)
Lenten Practice… give more of yourself than you think possible.
Looking for a lazy day today. Hoping to enjoy some warming sunshine on the deck while I watch the lake ripple. Good thing the buggy blanket is along, I can wrap in it and still enjoy the lake. Should reach the 50’s today.
MV District Invitational Events Contest. Fantastic hot lunch available. 26 schools competing. Solo Musical Theater@ 0956 and Poetry @ 1356. So far good day. Sellah competed with the following. I enjoyed her mannerishms, the way she used her voice to draw her audience into the poem. Her facial expressions evoked sadness, wonder, and joy. It was good. So happy to have gotten the chance to see her performance.
Go Down, Death by James Weldon Johnson
Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband–weep no more; Grief-stricken son–weep no more; Left-lonesome daughter –weep no more; She only just gone home.
Day before yesterday morning, God was looking down from his great, high heaven, Looking down on all his children, And his eye fell on Sister Caroline, Tossing on her bed of pain. And God’s big heart was touched with pity, With the everlasting pity.
And God sat back on his throne, And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand: Call me Death! And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice That broke like a clap of thunder: Call Death!–Call Death! And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven Till it reached away back to that shadowy place, Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.
And Death heard the summons, And he leaped on his fastest horse, Pale as a sheet in the moonlight. Up the golden street Death galloped, And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold, But they didn’t make no sound. Up Death rode to the Great White Throne, And waited for God’s command.
And God said: Go down, Death, go down, Go down to Savannah, Georgia, Down in Yamacraw, And find Sister Caroline. She’s borne the burden and heat of the day, She’s labored long in my vineyard, And she’s tired– She’s weary– Go down, Death, and bring her to me.
And Death didn’t say a word, But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse, And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides, And out and down he rode, Through heaven’s pearly gates, Past suns and moons and stars; on Death rode, Leaving the lightning’s flash behind; Straight down he came.
While we were watching round her bed, She turned her eyes and looked away, She saw what we couldn’t see; She saw Old Death. She saw Old Death Coming like a falling star. But Death didn’t frighten Sister Caroline; He looked to her like a welcome friend. And she whispered to us: I’m going home, And she smiled and closed her eyes.
And Death took her up like a baby, And she lay in his icy arms, But she didn’t feel no chill. And death began to ride again– Up beyond the evening star, Into the glittering light of glory, On to the Great White Throne. And there he laid Sister Caroline On the loving breast of Jesus.
And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears, And he smoothed the furrows from her face, And the angels sang a little song, And Jesus rocked her in his arms, And kept a-saying: Take your rest, Take your rest.
Weep not–weep not, She is not dead; She’s resting in the bosom of Jesus.
I am ill. Woke yesterday with stuffy nose. Very stuffy today, sore throat, bad ears. I’ll need to find a clinic for a strep test. No speech contest for me, the man will have to go it alone while I find a clinic.
Antonio Cardinal Bacci speaks today on Avarice (extreme greed for wealth or material gain) & Ambition (strong desire to do or to achieve). He uses the words “unscrupulous businessman” and “careerist” as descriptive words. Reminding us that seeking adulation for ourselves (excessive admiration/praise) gains us nothing as we often end up losing our own soul.
I’m going one step further here this morning and stating our current contenders for the presidency both fit into these catagories. As neither do what they do for any reason other than personal gain. Whether that gain is monetary or notority. It matters not at this point who wins the race as the nation will have already lost.
