We have a little cherry tree in our side yard. Every year, I go out and taste the cherries. This year there have been more and better tasting ones than ever before. Want one?
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Testing, testing, one two three!
Many times over the years, I've been told (by people whose intelligence and wisdom I have had every reason to trust and by total idiots and by many people in between) that God never gives us more than we can handle. For a long time (most of my adult life, actually), I believed that to be true.
No longer.
Now, I am pretty sure that God gives us just enough rope to hang ourselves. I think He (or She or whatever) allows us to give ourselves and each other more crap to deal with every single day and those who can handle best, rise to the top of the heap. I think God tests us constantly and that He often gives us WAY more than we can handle just to see what we will do. If God truly gave us no more than we can handle, there would be no suicides and the mental institutions would not exist. There would be no need for social workers and there would be no war. And we would all just get along. It is no secret that this is not the case.
I told you all that to set you up for what I'm going to tell you now.
Samuel, our youngest (3 months) is sick again. He has a mild fever and has been throwing up all morning. This would not be a problem if Daddy had gotten enough sleep last night. As it happened, I was up until 12:30 feeding the Little Prince and then got back up with him at 5:00 to feed him again. Laura would have gotten up, but I was already awake and it is more important that she be rested than me (she has a job to go to, after all). Basically, I'm pretty damn tired. And I get a wee bit short-fused when I get real tired.
Anyway, I was looking forward to a bit of rest once I'd gotten the boys to Daycare.
I got both of them in the car, seat belts on and baby seats locked in, and as I turned from kissing my lovely wife goodbye, the baby exploded. Threw up everything he had ingested this morning. About 5 ounces of warmed over formula now covered our child, his clothes, his blanket and his car seat. How he was able to miss the upholstery in the car is a mystery to me. It wasn't for lack of effort, I can tell you that.
It was all I could do not to cuss loud and long and basically have a foaming-at-the-mouth, ground-chewing, apoplectic fit right there on the front lawn in front of God, the neighborhood, the cats and everybody.
Instead, I bent my head down and bit my tongue. Hard.
Laura took Walter to Daycare and I took the baby back inside.
That was two hours ago. He has finally calmed enough to put him in the bouncy seat (a great invention, bye the way: he gets in there and starts kicking and playing with these little hanging things which arc over the chair. Just gives it hell and has a ball). So I thought I would take a little time and post a little post. And this is it. I'm more calm now and Samuel is also. We're OK.
We were able to handle it this time, God. This time...
Thoughts?
Pax, Nelson
PS> Finally asleep, maybe a nap now?
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Relief
Quick note.
I had my three month check in with my doctor today. I had feared I would have to go on insulin as the previous blood work showed my blood sugar had gone up. This time, it went down!
I'm not talking about a daily check, mind you. There is a blood sugar test which measures how one is doing over the long haul. I had been steadily decreasing that level over the last couple of years, but last quarter, it went up.
Diet and exercise will yet win the day!
Thoughts?
Pax,
Nelson
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