An Account of My Not Blogging

Every time I start a post, I can think only of the other things I need to do, so I go do those instead. I've been blessed with lots of photo opportunities lately, as well as lots of good knitting opportunities. I also still feel a bit like I'm catching up after all the travel of the summer and that surgery that was harder than I thought. (All is well on that score, by the way. Swelling is gone, cancer is gone,  scarring is neat and minimal, doc says numbness will go away eventually.) I am down in the anemia dumps for the moment as well, which means that every time I stop moving around and am not frantically running from place to place, I immediately fall into suspended animation or slow motion or something that causes me to not move again for a long time. I'm back to taking my iron, so hopefully I'll have a little oxygen in my bloodstream again soon and be able to stay conscious. I'm just so used to feeling this way, it has to get really bad before I realize, "Oh yeah, this actually IS NOT normal."

Today I'm letting my heart be tender as my good friend has said goodbye to her dear husband after a long fight with Parkinson's disease. He died quietly and peacefully and is now free of a host of physical challenges. I like thinking of his spirit being free to continue learning and growing. I also like thinking of he and my friend together again someday.  Jann and I visited with her today, and it was a special time for us. She is a woman of faith, and I have been impressed watching her go through this experience with a sense of gratitude, positive energy and love.

I have some trips to post about, some pictures I want to record here, and some things that I just want to write down, so hopefully I'll be back soon, but I probably shouldn't make any promises in case it's another 2 weeks.  Here's a preview of one of the trip posts, anyway. I went to Kentucky last weekend to see two of my sisters and this is one of the things I found affixed to a storm drain in that fascinating place. If you can tell me what it means, I'd love that. I'm sure I can google it, but I'm too tired right now.

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Lying Low

I'm back.

Good thing, too. Stuff really stacks up when I don't write for a while. I realized I never did write about my birthday (the day of the great Mid-Atlantic Earthquake of 2011). Just before the Hurricane and my trip to Chicago I turned 45 and celebrated by spending the day at the Baltimore Zoo with my kids (I've lived here 41 years and had never been to that zoo).  My daughter and her friend were sitting down, so they felt and saw the mighty temblor, but Evan and I were walking around and talking so we were utterly oblivious. We feel quite gypped. It took about 30 minutes for the communication airwaves to clear enough to start getting the texts and calls to make sure we were all okay. We were. Eric was as well, though his building in Alexandria, VA got evacuated and then traffic tangled up to a tense little ball and it took everyone forever to get home. We're a little jumpy here in D.C., give us a break.  The highlight of the day was my brother wishing me a happy Birthquake. He's clever that way. All in all, it was a fun day spent strolling with my kids, talking to far away loved ones and listening to my phone beep every few minutes as it told me of my facebook birthday wishes. I do enjoy living in this fascinating modern age. Thanks again 3 weeks later. I love you all back.

I love those smiles at the antics of the bird. You're just never
too old for the zoo. 

The nose is healing well. I think the scar will be nearly unnoticeable. It is already very faint, even while it is still in the midst of healing. Yesterday at church someone commented that my Voldemort bandage is gone. Good news all around there. I have had some headache problems, which is why I've not written much, but it's better every day.

Last weekend, we ran away on a whim to a small town in Western New York State called Palmyra. It is a place of spiritual significance to members of my faith plus it's just a peaceful, beautiful place.  It is where a boy named Joseph Smith was confused about religion so he said a prayer and God answered his prayer in a pretty special way.  It was gorgeous there. We learned a lot and remembered things that we already know. We met a missionary there who has been called to serve as a Facebooking and Blogging missionary. That was something new for me, so even I learned something. I love that.

One of the days, Eric and all the kids went up to Niagara Falls while I stayed at the little rental house and rested and knitted and got a large number of wedding photos processed. While they were out I made homemade lasagna totally from scratch (even the sauce) and was able to just savor the slow joy of good cooking without a particular time frame. It's one of my best memories of the weekend, since, over my lifetime, most of the dinners have been cooked under a certain amount of pressure between helping with homework and getting somewhere for the evening. I don't even feel like I missed out on the day at the falls because being alone in a quiet place was exactly what I needed.

Now we've had the second week of school and routine is starting to build its comforting walls around our activities. Things will go crazy occasionally, but now those routines will help us stay roughly on track. It's one of the good things about school.

Enjoy a few photos, but please remember that I was not actually in Niagara Falls. All the fun, beautiful shots at the falls are the work of my darling friend Stephanie. She's the dark-haired beauty that you'll notice in the photos with Johnathan below. I took all the rest of the photos.

I love this Sara Smile under a rainbow. 

Sister Vaterlaus, the darling missionary who
took us on our tour of the printing shop
where the Book of Mormon was first made.  

It matters a lot to me that this book was published,
available for anyone to read and find out about. 

This is a Lake Stone House! For me, the collector of bits and bobs
from the shores of all bodies of water, this would be heaven! Look at all the
variety and color of these stones. I loved this. 

A very old tree. Old enough to have been
a witness to all that happened on this farm in
1820. 

Barn. Light. Beautiful. 

Even bored teens look awesome in barn light. 

Barns are even cool on the outside. 

The Sacred Grove. If you don't know what that is, you can
find out here. 

This place really is extraordinary. You should go. 

This was the light that broke through as we climbed the Hill
Cumorah. Seriously.  

And a rainbow over the temple. For me, beautiful skies are a
very tangible way of feeling God's love, so these moments
were meaningful for me. I'm so grateful I've been blessed
with the ability to express a bit of what I feel in photos. 

This was the view out the window for the whole of the 6-hour
drive home. Turned out it was the view for about another whole week.
Welcome back, sun. 

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