Going to be a short night

I do not know why my puppy became restless, again, after he’d gone to bed. That happened several nights ago, also, and we went short on sleep then, too. The dogs are now quiet, but I’m not ready to sleep, now.

My appointment with the doctor went nicely. All of the lab reports showed improvement, as well as my weight loss, blood pressure and SpO2. I’ve lost nearly 20 pounds since the middle of December, and my A1C is within three tenths of a percent of the doctor’s goal for me: a drop from 11.7% to 7.3%. And so, no more appointments with the medical staff until June.

As I was visiting with my doctor about my father’s dying, last month, I realized that I want to talk about it some more, but visiting with family members will not be helpful. They undoubtedly are going through their own feelings and grieving processes now, after losing both parents and an aunt in such a short time. I’ve kept the name and phone number for the appropriate person to call at the local hospice organization. Believe that I will give her a call on Thursday or Friday.

I do have another appointment with the dentist toward the end of May. By then, my mouth should be healed, and I can have that last filling done.  Since the tooth extraction, last week,  I am looking forward to down time.

Al is hoping to get started on his workshop, this week. Some final measuring and figuring. He’s already made some sturdier sawhorses. Too, he finished installing the new kitchen floor, which is wonderful! It’s much easier to keep clean. Which is important, since the puppies are tracking in mud, and Al is tracking in sawdust. (*・▽・*)

I am happy to have made it to this time of the evening when I have had a little time to myself for writing. Even a little bit!

Believe I can get to sleep, now.

Lizl

 

What a Week! | 2017-03-19 | #WeekendCoffeeShare

omelet sandwich

If we were getting together for coffee, this weekend, I would apologize once again for being behind making time to meet. Unexpectedly, I found myself sleeping through most of Sunday, trying to catch up after a night, two nights ago, when the dogs decided to indulge in late-night singalongs.

There’s fresh-brewed coffee, but I’m out of Toddy coffee concentrate. For tea, I have Lipton’s black loose-leaf and Tetley in teabags. No snacks. I am still getting used to the diabetic diet restrictions—plus gluten-free—and avoiding anything crunchy, because of having a molar extracted on Thursday. I think the anesthetic is slow to come out, but there has been no actual pain, which makes me happy that I’d decided to forego pain killers.

On Friday, the puppies went to see the groomer, and they had a nice time. Charlie was scared, going in, (we must take him out more often, to accustom him to it), but blissfully happy when we went to pick up him and Thadd at the end of the afternoon. We met our groomer in the parking lot as we arrived at the store to pick them up, and got a report on their behavior.

On Tuesday I went to the clinic for my A1C test, which turned out nicely. It was well within the goal that my doctor had set. I have been doing much better on my diet since dropping the dosage by 500 mg. Since the 13th of December I have lost 20 lbs. and am well out of the obesity range. I no longer have any jeans to wear, not even borrowing a belt from Al. And the dogs ate all of my casual skirts. So, it’s the cotton, hypoallergenic lounge pants.

I am having problems again with circulation in my feet. I realized last night that in the midst of the dental woes, reflooring the kitchen, and trying to dust, sort and toss from the kitchen shelves, I’ve totally forgotten about both exercise and piano playing. Although generally speaking I am getting enough rest. I just have to get up and move around instead of falling asleep in my chair at all hours with a puppy on my lap.

I would also share with you the fact that I am still having a rough time forgetting that my parents are now dead. I still think of them as being in the old, familiar setting of the family home, which my brother is now renting from the estate until the waiting periods have passed and he can restart the process of buying the house.

We’ve taken a break, here, to go out and shop for groceries for the coming week. I was in desperate need of soup, which requires minimal chewing, as well as bananas, yams to microwave, and more eggs and waffles. It’s turned out that a poached egg on a waffle is a satisfying breakfast.

I am glad to have had this chance to visit. The puppies are demanding another trek out-of-doors, and then there will be “Puppy Time” before they go into their kennels for the night.

In my cleaning out of shelves and tossing things away, I came across a book,  in with the cookbooks, from the early 1990s that I do not remember reading. It looks interesting and different enough that it may serve as a good break from my normal fare (although still fantasy/science fiction): Temporary Walls: An Anthology of Moral Fantasy inspired by John Gardner’s On Moral FictionGreg Ketter and Robert T. Garcia (ISBN 10: 0963094440 / ISBN 13: 9780963094445).

Please find the Linkup and blog post at our host’s web page: NerdInTheBrain’s blog

Best wishes for your week!

Lizl

 

Too Late for #WeekendCoffeeShare

If you would like a cup of hot cocoa, tonight, I could put an extra cup in the microwave for you. Or heat water for tea. Most of the new flooring has been put down in the kitchen, now, and after Al returns from the market with milk and apples, we will see if we can move the stove back to its proper place without putting gouges into the new floor. The area around the microwave and the hallway leading to the garage are still naked subfloor.

I made it through today, although quite tired, with only two naps. My night was restless, because I’ve had a cold and had problems with congestion during the night. Fortunately, I had washed out all the parts after my last use of the nebulizer, and so I was able to use my medication to get rid of the gurgling in my chest. I am back in bed again because of the cleaner that Al had to use to get the greasy crud off of the wall in back of the stove. My bedsitting room (formerly, office, computer room, and library) sports a HEPA air cleaner. There is an office chair across from me, and you can use … I can clear a place on the desk for your cup.

I am happy to see you! I have been, although tired, restless. I want to mourn my parents’ deaths, but I am not sure how to go about doing so. If it had been years ago, I would have written an entire journal about them in the intervening time. Instead, I am overthinking, remembering, and analytical, not reminiscent or sentimental. Watching myself think has become a thing.

If we were sharing hot cocoa, I would talk with you about grief and loss. One thing I would be curious about is how long one waits to get started on the process. Should? Mustn’t? I know that the stress, the amount of change, the transformation of the known world, makes it unwise to make major decisions. Twelve months of recovery time. Full mourning, to give the loss of a parent or sibling to sink in. Time apart to process and adjust. To find out who I am without them in my immediate surroundings, even if they haven’t been a part of my day-to-day life.

Thank you for the visit! My husband has just come home with the groceries, and so I am going to venture out to the kitchen and help maneuver the stove back into place. I have great hopes of an omelet or scrambled eggs for breakfast in the morning, rather than microwave-poached eggs on toaster waffles. 😀

I hope that your week is wonderful!

Bests,
Lizl

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Checking in

I apologize for the long silences, here. Still trying to get my bearings. My father’s funeral was on Friday morning, and the graveside military service took place in the afternoon. As the eldest, I received the burial flag.

One of the family gathered the cartridges from the three-volley salute, and we hope to polish them and pass them along as keepsakes to immediate and extended family.Actually, Al and I now have the flag and gun cartridges from Mother’s graveside service, also, the family feeling it was fitting that their flags should be kept together.

parents in 1942, about the time of their marriage

Father and Mother

I am glad that once again so many family members returned for the funeral. We got chances to visit, although I had to take Saturday off to sleep. Friday evening, a bunch of us gathered at a restaurant for dinner and extended sharing. On Sunday afternoon, my brother from California came over to the house, and we visited until Al got back from his volunteer shift to give him a ride back to his hotel. And after his volunteer shift on Monday, Al also gave him a ride out to the airport.

I am not dealing comfortably, this time. One of my friends, a Friend in Colorado, telephoned me this afternoon, just as I awoke from (another) nap, and we had a good visit about parents, family dynamics and other sometimes unrelated topics. That felt really good.

In the midst of this, I am attempting to get back into the routine of exercising at least once a day. I also need to start preparing daily meal plans and following a proper diabetic diet, again.

It was good that John telephoned, because I feel rather as though I do not care to write anything. Or listen. Or talk.

 

Snowy Sunday | #WeekendCoffeeShare

Cotoneaster branches in the mid-morning sunlight

Snowy Sunday Morning

It’s just about time for afternoon tea, here. I’m happy that you’ve stopped in for a visit. The puppies will be waking from their nap, soon, and then things will be lively, again.

The week has been disjointed, here, as I have met with the dietitian and tried to implement the suggestions for variety, but failed miserably. My body does not like carbohydrates, and so I must cut most of them out of my diet, again. My weight loss has stabilized, now, however, within the “overweight” range, rather than “obese”, and I expect the pounds to continue dropping off, since I am maintaining the 1400-calorie diet. Just rearranging menu items a bit.

Yesterday, we took advantage of a local sale to buy (finally) replacement flooring for our kitchen. The previous tiles have been cracking and chipping off in pieces for the last few years. Since my husband has been planning (although the sudden, prolonged cold and snow will set back his timetable) to start work on the spring construction and carpentry in building his workshop in the back yard on March 1, if I don’t get the kitchen flooring installed before that project starts, it will be another twelve months or more before it’s done.

On Thursday, we made a run out to the town where the family home is, to pick up some more items that will allow my brother who is buying the house from Father to begin needed repairs and renovations, so that he and his wife can move in, once the purchase has been completed.

I must tell you that I am so pleased by the way the siblings are working together, accommodating one another’s needs and wishes regarding property to be discarded or divided. Great troupers, one and all.

After having given away my Great Books of the Western World, purchased in the late 70s, to the family of a son of one of my brothers, I have ended up with my parents’ well-worn set, purchased in 1960 or earlier, I think, since the first volume of the yearbook, Great Ideas Today, was published in 1961. My parents continued to buy the yearbooks into the mid- to late 1970s, which is when I bought my own set, and also bought the yearbooks as long as they were published. I believe the series ended in 1999 or 2000. And so I now have the complete and total set (although one volume of Shakespeare was almost totally worn out over the years) of Great Books, Great Ideas Today, and the 10 accompanying study guides, which my parents bought, but I borrowed singly as requested, once they were no longer in regular use. I am glad. I had begun to regret having given up the set, once it was housed elsewhere. Now, I have the books in which I originally had made notes while reading. So, just as well!

The snow has fallen, but is melting off somewhat. My puppies are beginning to stir, and so I must close this. I hope that your week is filled with satisfying activities and welcome surprises!

Bests,
Lizl

This week’s WeekendCoffeeShare Linkup and Post from our host can be found here: NerdInTheBrain’s blog. Enjoy!

P.S. Earlier this (Sunday) evening, my brother who lives in our home town called to let me know that our father, Roy, had just died, and he asked me to call siblings to let them know. The brother who is the executor is, of course, the one who has not been reachable. Talked or IM’ed with everyone else. Three and a half months, approximately, since Mom’s death. Dad had said only, when we were there on Thursday, that he was tired. But he’d been detached since Mom died.