My oldest made honor roll at school this quarter. We found out before the report card came home. I was so excited for him until I saw the report card. It seems in middle school (or at least this middle school) all A’s and B’s earns a spot on the honor roll. It is not based on GPA. Kinda takes the “Wow” out of those bumper stickers that shout to the world “My child is an honor student at….”
My husband took a new position which means he is home more. Adjusting to him being around all the time is almost as hard as when he is gone. Heh. We are hoping to retire from the military in about 4 years, depending upon the economy, job market, etc. At least that is the plan right now. My husband loves the military, even when he hates it. If he didn't have a family to consider, he would happily serve 30 years.
My Uncle Mike is in the hospital with a staph infection in his urinary tract. When he retired from work, he just sat down. Sat down and never got up. His health went downhill from there. He is my Aunt Shelby’s husband, (the aunt with lung cancer). His diabetes is out of control and he only has 30% kidney function. His bladder is “dead” so he lives with a catheter. I think that is where the infection originated, with the catheter. Makes me think about Bakerstreet. I hope he is feeling well. I miss him.
My uncle went into the hospital last Wednesday and the doctor has no idea when he will get out. He can’t walk, or even move from his bed to a wheel chair. I think he is determined to die before the cancer eats out Aunt Shelby’s lungs and he is left to fend for himself.
Since my husband will be home more I was thinking about taking belly dancing lessons at the local gym. I am still thinking about it. None of the belly dancers I see are thin. They all seem to have serious bellies. Makes me wonder if belly dancing promotes pushing stomach muscles out and not in. If so, no way Jose'! Heh.
I like to think of life, earth, and the human race, like a giant tapestry. We each are our own little thread woven into the bigger picture. Usually we are so busy focusing on our own little strand or the ones around us, we miss the beauty of the weave.
Occasionally, I hear or read something which makes me take notice of the tapestry. It’s nothing mind blowing, usually just a series of coincidences. For instance, has anyone noticed how many Peterson’s are in the news? Lacy Peterson, murdered by husband….Stacy Peterson missing presumed dead…..Kelsey Peterson runs off with 13 year old student to Mexico. Names mean a lot to me so when I see one repeated over and over it gets my attention. I don’t know how it plays into the tapestry. But, I couldn’t let it pass without noting.
I’m not feeling well. My thyroid medication is being adjusted AGAIN. It’s all I can do to keep my house in order, laundry done, kids activities, meal prep, and make it to the gym. After supper I am pooped. And being "pooped" isn't part of who I am. Being shitty, sometimes maybe, but not pooped.
We are having a party for my oldest son’s birthday this weekend. Miles to go before I rest….better get on it.