I don’t know about Y’all,
but today I need a prayer. The past few weeks have been too busy. (Feels like
all I do is clean house. I don’t love this part of my life.) My Sweet Hubby (MSH)
and I have had very few “days off” lately. Please don’t misunderstand me
(especially Ms. TLC et al!)! I’m grateful
we’re busy. That we’re healthy enough to keep commitments. To be with family
and friends. To love and take care of PRECIOUS grandchildren. But it seems
like I’m feeling so overwhelmed, some days, it's difficult to truly embrace and enjoy all of
our blessings. (Let’s don’t even go into how exhausted and overwhelmed TLC has
been the past five months! Sigh. I need a magic wand. Or to win the lottery. I'd love to gift her a housekeeper, chef, chauffeur and NANNY. Mostly a NANNY.)
Speaking of TLC: This week
I’ll be at her casa for a couple of nights. Then MSH and I will have company
for the weekend. (Hence the never-ending-on-going cleaning that is being done
here. Laundry, too. YUCK.)
This is from my Prayers With Purpose for Women,
by Jackie M. Johnson:
For the LORD gives wisdom, and
from his mouth come knowledge and understanding.
Lord, what a blessing it is to be
able to come before You—the wisest, most intelligent Being in the universe. I
have direct access, straight to the top. Thank You for giving me wisdom and
direction, even when I can’t see the way. Knowledge and understanding come
directly from Your mouth, Lord, and You delight to enlighten us. I praise You
and ask for continued insight as my dreams become achievable goals
In Your Son Jesus’ Name, Amen.
each of you wisdom, direction, knowledge and understanding—this week. Next month. For the rest of 2016. And always.
Three weeks ago I went in
for my annual checkup. (I’m quite responsible about this necessity. A life full
of medical issues. Almost from birth. Asthma at 9. Breast cancer at 40. Sudden,
unexplained deafness in my left ear at 54. My first broken bone at age 55. My
newest diagnosis of full-blown osteoporosis. My ten-years'-older Sweet Hubby-MSH-who’s had two heart attacks in the past three 1/2 years. All of these things
make me cautious.)
This morning, bright and
early, I had to be in town at my doctor’s office for bloodwork. Nothing to eat
after last night. Water. (I typically have had breakfast
by I was getting a bit
hangry by .)
I walked into the office
at . (You’re scheduled to come between and . I ALWAYS try to be there as early as possible. It’s a first
come-first served sign-up. I’ve waited as long as 40 minutes—if I arrive at . Talk about hungry/angry/hangry.)
At , the nurse, who I’ve known now for at least five
years (I’ve been seeing this family doctor for twelve years—and adore her!),
asked me to sign a paper. I’d never had to do this before. Ever. She said it
was a “Medicare Replacement” form.
I’m not on Medicare. I’m not old enough. I’m 62.
NURSE K (clearly not listening to me): Just sign
right there and date it.
Okay. I don’t understand. I’ve never had to do this.
As we walked to the
bloodwork room, I said: “I’m going to be excited when I’m 65 and I can be on
Medicare. This insurance I have—which is quite pathetic—costs me $800 a month and
could go up 30% next year. If I’m lucky it’ll only be a 30% increase.”
NURSE K: You’re not 65? You don’t have Medicare?
ELC (SIGH): No. I’m 62.
Well, this form isn’t for you. You’re insurance isn’t listed correctly in our
computer. Clearly. You didn’t need to sign it.
SIGH. SIGH. SHEESH. Duh.
But here’s the thing: Again, I’ve known this kind woman for at least
five years. (I LOVE NURSES.) She thinks I’m 65? She thinks I’m 65. That’s fine.
What can I do? I can hope and pray I live to be 65! In three years. I’m not
obsessed with aging. HONEST. Y’all
know this. Truth: I don’t like my neck. I don’t like the way my flabby arms
flap. (I haven’t worn a sleeveless anything for at least ten years.)I don’t like how much I weigh or that my hair
is getting thin at the top. Near my forehead. Scares me. I WILL be wearing a
I’m grateful to be ALIVE. I’m grateful it’s Friday. I’m grateful MSH and I
had Our Three Gals’ visiting with us Tuesday through Thursday. I’m grateful
it’s the Weekend.
I’ll close with this wish for Y'all:
I hope NO ONE thinks you’re three years older than you really
are (Unless you're 18 and you wish you were 21.) today. Tomorrow. Sunday.
Hoda Kotb and Kathie Lee. She watches their morning show as often as possible.
As I’ve shared, I don’t watch a lot of television during the day. It might be
on. I might stop and glance at it. But the volume is normally off and it’s
mostly there for ALERTS. Especially during bad weather. (If we don’t lose our
satellite system completely—then we’re forced to use our cellphones for info
and pray our WiFi doesn’t go out.)
afternoon, evening and middle-of-the-night TV? Don’t ask. That’s a whole other
story. I watch TOOTOOTOOTOOTOOTOOTOO much. Y’all have surmised. Sigh.
I also adore
Hoda! And I follow her on Twitter. She tweets
pretty/inspirational/thought-provoking quotes at the beginning of each day.
This was today’s and I thought it was most definitely worth posting on lolwiththeleightons:
Why Complicate Life?
something?…Ask for it
We just have ONELIFE.
Keep it SIMPLE.
name the source. I suppose it could be her…but I’m thinking wherever she saw
this it probably didn’t name the author.
If it’s YOU?…Take credit! (teeheehee)
it’s truly difficult to do some or all of these things. But I believe, on this August
they’re all great suggestions and we should attempt to try them. Or at least a
few of them. Every day.
Have a TERRIFIC Tuesday, Friends…Wherever in
the World Y’all are!