Doc Back In The Saddle

Doc Back In The Saddle

When I picked Doc up at the hospital yesterday after his all too exciting bout with a pulmonary embolism, he was bleeding a little. It was slightly heart-stopping for me, especially as I knew he was on blood thinners which have a nasty side effect of allowing you to bleed to death, if you don't staunch the flow.

I know because my mom and dad towards the ends of their lives were on blood thinners, like coumadin and warfarin (the same chemicals they use in rat poison). And ironically yesterday was the anniversary of my dad's death. All a little too coincidental for me.

Still, one must be upbeat and keep a stiff upper lip, and I think we had a pleasant ride back to his home. Home. Home Sweet Home. Home on the range. It is good to be home and out of any hospital, that's for sure.

I headed next for the drugstore to drop those prescriptions and others, then out to get some food for him and his kid, then get his kid at school, then back to get the prescriptions which had been filled, then back to Doc's. And was he resting, sleeping, taking it easy? Well, no! He was online. Duh! I should've known. I guess that shows he really is getting better!

Still, I'm a mom and I can't help being a worry wart, I admit. So, Doc, you're in our prayers, in our thoughts, and at the top of our Worry Lists! Take it easy man!

No Particular Place To Go

No Particular Place To Go

That's a line from a song, but I can't remember what song ... I guess I'll Google it later to remember. But it certainly describes this weekend, where I put big X's through the calendar pages, decided to DO NOTHING, just take it easy, and so far so good. My kid is with his dad celebrating Easter and I'm sure having a lovely time, so that gets me off the marshmellow peeps and painted eggs hook. I'm usually into all the celebrating, but this weekend, I decided to just it easy, read when I wanted to read, sleep when I wanted to sleep, eat when I wanted to sleep and enjoy NOT having any particular task or place to go.

I was reading the Bible, just checking on something. I wanted to read about The Last Supper ... and I was wondering, wasn't it actually a Passover Seder? And yes, it was. I read the "betray me" parts. I talked with a friend about that. I remember a lot of very busy Easters in past years where I did a lot of cooking and egg coloring and dashing to church and really NEVER had a quiet moment to read the Bible and actually THINK about this holiday. I had time to read the ingredients in malted milk ball candy-coated speckled eggs, but not the Bible.

Deep breath, deep breath again. Ah, now this is a fine holiday ... read: HOLY Day ... to very quietly inch up on this Jesus thing and try to understand it. Even in the staid language of the King James Bible, you get a sense of this man/myth Jesus person as so amazingly powerful in his spiritual knowing. He knew. He knew and believed and had the faith. He walked it.

Design, by Robert Frost

Design, by Robert Frost

We were having a conversation about PROCESS and who we are, and what the heck we're doing here in this world. It reminded me of one of my favorite poems of Robert Frost, Design:

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted characters of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither in the night?
What but design of darkness to appall?--
If design govern in a thing so small.

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