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Motherhood changes your brain

BOUNDARIES

Song: Where Can I Turn for Peace

Enduring Quote

Summer 2021: STILL a Pandemic

If vaccinated, the CDC allowed for people to not wear masks from May to approximately July 20. 

THEN

The Delta variant hit and sickened SOME vaccinated individuals, although most were mild sicknesses. 

PANDEMIC of the Unvaccinnated was a new normal and hospitalizations and death surged!!

Just when excitement was building for normalcy, all changed in US. and at our home.

After Band Camp, Jess got a cold virus. Thankfully NOT COVID. All were on PINS & needles.

Here is link to random Summer photos. We spent a lot of time with our granddaughters. Carson spent July 27——Sep 9. He visited Tampa, FL from Aug 12–19.

PHOTOS

COSTCO PANDEMIC CHANGES—8-6-2020

Many changes were made during Pandemic. One change that made me so sad was FREE COSTCO SAMPLES!!!

In AUG of 2020, FREE WRAPPED samples returned, but no eating in store!!!

Jessie is very creative

PEBBLE BEACH 2014

A rounded, smooth stone is molded into its shape by thousands of ocean currents. What waves of your life are shaping your character and is the mold of value to others? PEBBLE BEACH 2014

Road Closed: neighborhood construction

A new sewer is being built underground near my house. It is causing an inconvenience.

These large concrete blocks are four times the size of a human and were brought in on an 18-wheeler!

The ability to get them into their proper place will take weeks and a large amount of equipment!

Therefore, the project blocks the main path getting to and from many of our family's destinations.

We have had to divert our path to a new road. After several attempts of finding a new route, it is working out. Simply following the detour signs would have saved me time and emotional energy.

But the end result of taking a new path will only bring a better neighborhood and a safer system of water removal. 

A road closed only means that another road opens.

As if dealing with this mess doesn't cause stress, take a peek at the environment where I make myself presentable each day:

Hunter is home until Oct. 2 so we are having him assist in home improvement projects to earn $$$ for his mission.

He is a willing worker, however he is prone to distraction!! My plan is to complete the painting of 3 rooms!!!! 

We are off to a good start!!

"God made us to do hard things."

With the assistance of my Momma, a milestone that I have intensely feared most of my adult life was reached this week. Even though the agency of my father was breached, it was for his own protection.

As I sat across the table, for the first time, looking into the eyes of Dad's beloved financial planner whom he has respected and revered for many years, the weight of this meeting hit me. Tear-filled eyes brought me to my feet and I asked to be excused so I could collect myself.

Was THIS day really here?

With power of attorney in hand, I was prepared to speak on behalf of my father.

Financial affairs of my parents have always been handled by my Dad. Although not always in agreement with the handling of his assets, it was his free will and choice.

This meeting felt like I was taking his agency away, but for his own good and with his wife's approval.

Then a visual came into my head of my Dad in 1993. We lived in Milwaukee and my Dad and dog Muffy showed up unannounced on our apartment doorstep from Kansas!!! The walk to the park with 2-year-old Brandon being dragged by a very frisky and excited Lhasa apso would not leave my head ALL day!

Dad's quick pace and quick wit and the dogs short, quick legs kept us moving forward!! Despite the frigid Wisconsin January breeze, the 4 of us kept on freely running to our destination.

Even though THIS day Dad was not quickly running, nor freely choosing, moving forward to a destination was just as necessary.

So I dried my eyes, turned around, and walked quickly to face the next milestone in my life. Even though my Dad nor a dog were present to keep me moving forward, my free choice was.

I NEED to put my thoughts SOMEWHERE!!!!

My Dad is sick.

Very, very sick.

He spent 3 days in the hospital because of a bladder infection that needed IV antibiotics. Since the holidays, he has fallen 5 times and needed assistance getting up.

He will only eat liquid sustenance, barely!!

He barely communicates!!

My wonderful, faithful, loving and kind mother has done her best to assist him in his daily needs and tries so hard to boost his spirits. She hardly ever leaves him alone.

He is wearing a diaper. He is weak, only gets up to have a bowel movement and spends the rest of the day in bed.

YES--we are being proactive with physician care, treatment, medicines and testing to determine possible causes!

He has lost 30 pounds since back surgery in April. He has not been very mobile.

But saddest of all: he is NOT my Dad who loves:

--to hear how old friends are doing
--to go to the SPA and listen and meet new people
--to watch BYU football or other sports on TV
--to attend his grandchildren's school and sporting events when available
--to spend time with his family and listen to his 4 daughter's talk about "chic" stuff
--to catch up with his only son concerning all things sports
--to talk and share stories with anyone who will listen
--to eat shrimp with his buddies
--to eat raspberry chocolate shakes from Red Robin or a McDonalds ice cream cone
--to play and cheat at card games
--to drive a truck that delivers food to needy people in rural communities
--to help stock shelves at our church's food warehouse
--to serve other people
--to play and take care of babies, children and his grandchildren.
--to be my DAD!

Today, after he only consumed four bites of chicken noodle soup and had two small bites of ice cream, he laid back in the hospital bed.

I loudly scolded him (oh, forgot to mention, he can barely hear) to be a BIG MAN and eat some more chicken noodle soup.

He did not say a word. Just silently smiled and laid his head on the pillow.

A few moments later, he arose, sat at the edge of the bed, and began to take a few more bites.

I most likely will never know if he did this because of my loud plee for him to eat or if he saw my tear-stained face and blood-shot eyes!!

He is still my Dad and I am happy to help him with his daily needs as he has always been there for me.