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No longer on the river and, again, an empty nester. Back to living on Fleming Island and making some more friends!

Monday, January 5, 2009

A miracle healing took place overnight

The phone call which disturbed, much to my relief, the nightmare about going on vacation, was from the plumber, Russ. He reported he'd be here around 9:00 a.m. As a courtesy to him, I decided to get up and dress myself rather than greet him in my nightie. I went out to warn Joanne that the plumber was coming when she excitedly reported that the garbage disposal had healed itself last night!!!! She had accidentally flipped it on, out of habit, and away it whirred! I tried it myself just make certain it wasn't a fluke, and sure enough, it was healed!!! Immediately I called Russ back to tell him the good news and ran my speculation past him. I wondered if running the dishwasher a couple times since the "impaction" occurred might have freed the blockage, since I did notice water from the disposal side of the sink had risen half way up the sides while the dishwasher ran, leaving a greasy ring. He said it is possible that the dishwasher working removed the obstruction and said he wished all his jobs were so simple! Me, too! The disposal lives to die another day!
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Being a new year and life returning to normal after the holidays, my radio guys should be back on the air, live today. Since I listen over the computer, I had to go to WOKV's website to click the "listen live" button. Occasionally I'll hang around the news page that comes up to read the local news, and, as normal, was nothing but tragic stories. A middle-aged guy doing stunts on his motorcycle killed himself in a Publix parking lot when he lost control and wrapped himself around a pole. Tragic, but it figures! Another story was a pedestrian hit while crossing Blanding near the BJ's Superstore, and later, a truck crossed the path of an oncoming motorcycle and the two on the motorcycle are in serious, life-threatening condition. The worst news story, less gory, but much much more tragic was the weekend drowning of a 9-year old girl, found in her grandparent's pool. Yep, that trumps all the rest of the stories on the homepage.
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As my friend, Judy R. mentioned the other night on the phone, it is getting to be "that" time of year again, 8 years since my son died. Jami, my blogger friend, mentioned me in her posting over the weekend when she wrote about loss and dealing with it. When I was at the Building Dept. the other day, I met the new head of the department, who knew who I was because of the pictures of Timmy plus having the "girls" discussing me and my family. He said that even though he didn't know me personally, he thought about us whenever called upon to speak about pool safety and such. I suggested to him that he stress not being "cavalier" about what can and cannot happen, don't assume everything will be okay around the pool. I am so glad I stopped up there to say "hi"!!!
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After worship Sunday, I took the bouquet of flowers from the altar to the cemetery. I'd not been there yet this year! Justin had been given the responsibility of taking the CHRISTmas tree to the cemetery but somehow or another, kept forgetting. That was a huge disappointment to me, but I am also disappointed in me for not getting over there before I left for my trip. I was holding off putting it down there as it wasn't going to be fully in compliance with the rules of the cemetery. Anyway.........
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A group of us went to the movies after church, watching "Marley and Me". It was a true story (I think there was a book!!!) of love growing around the family pet and how this family handles life problems and such. An excellent story, about more than just a dog, loaded with life lessons and such, and loving something more than yourself. It was quite the tear-jerker, a good tear-jerker at that, and I truly recommend it. I think it's healthy for kids to see movies like this, not only the cartoon-type shows. After Jami wrote about how affected was her son, not quite a teen, by "The Bucket List", it might open some doors for conversation. Her son and she had not spent much time discussing having parents die, or death in general, so it worked to open that dialog between them.
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In the lobby afterwards, looking like heck after weeping through the movie, I met my dear window man, Jack, with his family. They'd seen a kid's movie but I suggested that perhaps next time, they see "Marley and Me". His wife was concerned it was too emotional for her kids, as they are quite young, but I assured her that Jack and she would manage just fine if they wished to see it without the girls. It was not what could be considered a chick flick because much of the story centers around the man, a newspaper writer, and how he makes his life choices and such. Excellent movie, and a great birthday present, as Kathy paid my way as her gift to me!!!
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I had to rush home after the movie to meet Judy J. who was designated driver as we were having dinner with other church members. Between Bible study and worship I told Julaine that I'd thought about her while in Manitowoc, when I heard a lady order the same kind of drink she enjoys. Julaine loves Southern Comfort Old-Fashioneds and I know this because of completing one of those friends' surveys where we fill in little known information in order to stump our friends---supposedly. I'd remarked to her that I never had an old-fashioned and she'd offered months ago to make one for me. Well, evidently the time had come! She invited Judy and me to dinner to enjoy a kettle of homemade pea soup and have a drink with Fausto and her. We accept! For lunch I had a small cheeseburger and some fries from 5 Guys, and for dinner, a lovely dinner with friends, patio dining, and sipping an Old Fashioned with Southern Comfort! Judy liked hers, too, but we switched from our before-dinner drinks to soda or water with our meal. Judy had made a from-scratch key lime pie for our dessert, which was delicious. Judy dropped me off at home around 8:30 pm, the end of my whirlwind day of socializing and entertainment! We made a decision to do this at least once a month, taking turns hosting, because I think Fausto still drives at night! I'm in!!!

I am exhausted this morning

No, I slept, no problem with that. What makes me feel so weary after a fairly good night's sleep? Going on vacation! It seemed like all night long, but science says it probably was only a few moments, I was dreaming about going on vacation and taking half the city with me! Even people I am no longer married to, which moves it from "dream" into a whole 'nother venue.....
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In the dream, I was taking a trip oversees (from now on will probably be only a dream, I'm afraid) and, as dreams go, Justin, Mom, Lori (my sister) and her family, Alayna (my niece), some strangers who are going to be sharing quarters with us somehow, and my former spouse, who was still my spouse in the dream. Justin lived with his friends at this time, part of the complicating factors in this dream, as we had to collect him from his apartment, and then go back to the apartment instead of going to the airport because he'd forgotten his passport. On the way to his apartment he also reported that he needed to drop his car off at the dealership for some work, and I remember saying, "Can't your friends bring the passport to the airport for you???". Of course, he defended them by saying they had to get to work or had other plans, typical for this group. Ugh! I recall saying more than once, "Your father is going to have a fit!" about the delays.
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In the meantime, it occurred to me that I only packed one pair of pants in my luggage and we'd certainly need more than one change of clothes for the trip plus stuff for formal night, so I was in my present day closet, yanking clothes off the hangers and shoving them into my suitcase. (Must be a reflection of my recent unpacking plus reading about my friend, Jami's, recent cruise!)
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As we were in line to be frisked and such at the airport, it came to light that my niece, Alayna, had no passport!! How this only became apparent at the departure gate rather than through the months of planning is true dream material, but I had to very sadly tell her how sorry I was, she couldn't go. (This probably is because Alayna was supposed to go on a trip to France with her French class next spring but now she is not able to go, which makes her very very sad.) At this point, my sister, Lori, who was going to room with Alayna, declares she is NOT going to room with the strangers who are joining our group, she doesn't like them already.............Why she wouldn't be staying with her own family is, again, dream material.
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Did we make the trip? Where were we going? Did Mom have a good time? We will never know, but I do know I was extremely stressed trying to herd cats, or in this case, get a group of people away on vacation, when the phone rang................Dream over!