1. I went up to Quincy at the start of the weekend last week. It was a quick but productive trip. Mom bought new shoes, got her apartment vacuumed, and took a ride in the country. I got in a visit with my brother. And I mentioned in posts earlier this week, I vacuumed for her.
2. Sunday, hubby and I went to a Mass praying for healing for families who had lost children to miscarriage, or at least that is what I thought. The blurb in the Catholic newspaper and bulletin talked about healing and consolation and invited parents who had lost children before birth to come. There were some prayers said for that, but it was less about consolation and mercy than about the abortion anniversary, which given the weekend, I suppose I should have expected. I left feeling a sense of grief and loss that I had not felt in years. Lumping my dearly wanted lost baby with babies intentionally killed by their parents doesn't somehow give me comfort. I suppose there is value in picking open a scab, but I am not sure that the scar will be any prettier than it was before. I liken it to going to a funeral for someone dearly loved and having the service be about someone else.
3. On Monday because we were both off work, we went out for lunch at Chic Fil A. Busy! That place was jumping. There was a play tube place and it was cold outside. There were tons of little children. Not that I mind little children, I just need a table upon which to consume my lunch. Have I mentioned that it was cold outside?
4. At Target later I found a replacement for my best remedy for my bleeding winter fingers. I couldn't find my tin from last year. I receive no reward or payment for this endorsement, but Burt's Bees makes the best remedy for my winter dry fingers.
5. It got exceedingly cold here early in the week. We consider the teens to be unfit temperatures for man or beast. This is the faux south! And it snowed on Tuesday! Unpredicted snow! We canceled after school activities! Snow!
6. On Wednesday evening I went to the send off Mass for the people from our church (and some area churches) going to the March for Life. I saw that a friend of mine was going and briefly I felt a pang of--I wish I was going, I want to do that......Then we waited for the bus to leave and waited for the bus to leave and I saw all of those teenagers and noise and bathroom uses--before they left, and I was kind of glad to go home to my own bed and my own life. But, my prayers go with them as they travel through days and nights and states aned weather and stand up for life.
7. As I write this they are predicting an ice storm/ snow for Friday in the wee small hours! A snow day, now that would be nice. I have a quilt to work on and more than a few books loaded up on the Kindle and some other books from Ye Old Public Library and Ye Old School Library. I could be buried in for weeks and weeks and never get through them all. Probably I will have school today. But, a snow day would be nice. Just one, to relieve the boredom.
UPDATED--No snow or ice, just a regular day. Nothing wrong with that.
1 comment:
I have been trying out coconut oil and Shea butter on my very dry hands, and they work much better than lotion. Might have to try the Burt's Bees though!
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