Good Morning to you all! I leave today to go to my daughter’s house and then we drive down early to Boston, Tuesday for my surgery. Yes the day has finally arrived! I didn’t sleep too much last night, but with the help of the two dogs I made it through.
Today is just the usual getting ready for the “main event”. I plan to keep very busy and then I know the time will fly.
Last night Emily’s family came over for dinner. We had salad and pizza and talked. It’s so nice to get to know her family. Emily was so cute, as she helped us entertain. She feels very much at home here and because she literally knows where everything is, she was a great help.
I taught Hubby how to post an entry on the blog, so he will attempt this after he hears I am out of surgery tomorrow. We won’t know too much until Wednesday morning when they remove the bandages. Then we will know if the operation has been a complete success. He will keep you posted.
Well, it’s time for me to get going and get my work started.
Bye for now.
Of course I have every reason to be. Today I canned 16 pints of peach halves. 8 brandied peaches and 8 regular syrup bottles.
The actual canning isn’t so bad, but the prep work is the time consuming killer. The dipping, the skinning and the slicing and packing.
At the end of the afternoon I was pleased with my work, but just wanted to lie down and sleep. Of course, that won’t happen for a bit longer. I still have a few other things to accomplish before I can lay down my head.
Tomorrow I will be finishing up the laundry and housework. I really don’t have too much to do, so I may just get the Sunday paper read.
Monday I will fix the “sick bed” with soft cushy pillows, and my favorite blanket and pack my bag. We are meeting friends at an Indian Restaurant for dinner on the way to Amanda’s house, where I will spend the night.
Early Tuesday Mandy and I will drive into Boston and my surgery will be in the late morning.
I still can’t believe that it’s time for the surgery, but here we are.
I won’t be commenting on everyone’s blogs for a bit, but as soon as I am able I will be back to my ever witty repertoire!
5 Years ago I went in for “simple cataract surgery”. You know, everyone that has that comes home, exclaiming, “Wow, everything is so bright, beautiful and clear, again!”. Not me. The day they removed the bandages, I was horrified because I had these prisms running through my vision. If I was in a room with pot lights in the ceiling, I was literally blinded.
This is what I see when I am in a brightly lit room or outside in the sun.
(A friend took a picture facing the bright light in the late afternoon, and when I saw it, I excalimed that this is what I see all the time!)
I complained to my doctor, who assured me that he had done a wonderful job and that everything was fine and I needed to recover and relax.
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Many of you have asked, and I have been thinking it is time to write about one of the most devastating moments in my life. It is, after all these years, still the most painful time in my life, and if I allow myself to dwell too much on it, I will get lost in the past. So, I will try to write about it now and then put it away for perhaps another 20 years.
In 1985 I was married to my ex-husband, Bob, and we had just finished building a small house in southern New Hampshire. We did everything in it from the design, framing, insulation, wall boarding, painting, etc. It was quite an accomplishment.
We had two daughters, Amanda age 8 and Katie age 6. Katie had just graduated from Kindergarten at the end of May, so she was already out of school, while Amanda was still in classes for another few days.
We had planned a huge house-warming party to show off our new home to family and friends for the 15th of June. The weather was good and so we thought it was all coming together.
On the 13th of June, the electric company came and did the final hook up for our water heater! Finally hot water. The workman suggested I wait for an hour or so before using the hot water. Great, I thought, I’ll go out and do errands while I wait for my first hot bath in our new home.
Katie and I dressed in our work clothes, got our 4-month-old puppy Sheba, and climbed into my 1979 Ford Fiesta car. It was a beautiful, warm sunny June day, with such a bright blue sky and not one cloud. We stopped at the bank, and we stopped at the hot tub shop to make the final arrangements for the delivery of our new tub. I was happy and I felt carefree.
Katie and I climbed into the car and headed to another store to get her and her sister new bathing suits. Both the girls had grown over the winter and their swimsuits no longer fit them.
As I started the car, I looked over at Katie and smiled. She had buckled her seat belt and locked her door. Just as I was getting ready to move the car she looked at me and said, “Mom, put your seat belt on too.” Little Minx! So I dutifully put mine on and off we went.
As we drove we listened to the radio and we talked. Out of the blue, Katie said, “I love you so much Mommy!” and I replied, “I love you too, Katie!”
Less than a mile from our intended destination, the traffic light turned red. I shifted out of gear and slowly came to a stop.
That is all I remember.
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