Thursday, July 21, 2016

Computer's fixed!

Holy Cow. We FINALLY got our computer fixed yesterday!!!! I still could use a camera, but I at least have my phone to take pictures with. Sadly, I see several of my favorite bloggers not blogging. I miss them! Blogging seems to be in a transitional phase. Transitioning how, we'll see. It makes me kinda sad, though is it really sad if people are just busy, haha?  I hope Fall brings them out again! I realize I could easily not get back into blogging, too, but again, we'll see. Our own lives are in a weird transitional phase right now, and I do hope I take the time to record it. That's all for now, I'm just excited to use a real keyboard again!!

Friday, June 3, 2016

Lovely Spring

                                                 
Kids out drawing before breakfast.
                                                                                                              Today is going to be HOT!!! The three younger kids are happy, they will get to clean and refill the wading pool. Blueberries are beginning to ripen, salmonberries are being inhaled daily. Plans are being made for gardens, duck and chicken coops, goat pen improvements, playhouses and so much more. Deciding what the priorities are, how to do it on a tighter budget, now that we're paying some big medical bills. That is NOT a complaint!! I'm very happy to be paying them. We're just also wanting to do as much as we can while most of our kids are still young. A couple things are being redone in the kitchen, fortunately we realized a couple things we needed to be done differently before we'd finished. We also realized we actually have space for a playroom, which I'm so excited about!!! I get so tired of toys, but also sympathize with having doll houses "set up", haha! I've hijacked my daughter's kindle, I think blogging and commenting from here will work better than my phone. Our computer is still dead, I'm going BONKERS. It is not fun trying to home school without it. Still, David is on graveyard shift, anyway, which causes us to change how we do things a bit since the computer is in our bedroom. He has a physical test tomorrow and an interview on Monday, he is hoping to move over to Parole and Probation. It would be such a great move, schedule wise, with a Monday through Friday work week. Holidays off, even! Mostly, I think David would be so great at it. He is so good with the inmates, they tend to respect him and seek his advice already. I hope everybody's having a lovely spring! I'm feeling motivated, hopefully the whole family will catch it, hee hee.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

From my Phone

Going to give this a shot, we'll see what happens! Our computer crashed and David's been sick. Since he's our Tech Man, we're waiting on him to be able to get things fixed. I suppose my biggest problem blogging from my phone is that I just don't want "One Account for All of Google". I mean, I'm slowly warming up to the idea of local friends knowing I blog...very occasionally, ha-ha! But, not completely.    We had a pretty great Easter, the weather was indecisive but beautiful. After church I hid eggs outside before David and the kids got home (I was home sick). They found the eggs just before the clouds and rain reappeared! Mia repeatedly said, " This was  a beautiful Easter! What a lovely day!".                                  
               

Monday, March 7, 2016

Our Weekend

We had a lovely weekend! Of course, every day is pretty much an extended weekend for us, and will be for another month. I kinda hate the idea of David going back to work; I like having him around. I'm sure it will be nice for him to get out more, but I think he likes being home, too. Thursday was pretty nice, David and the three younger kids painted birdhouses. Mia had become obsessed with painting something, so we picked some up from Joann Fabrics.


Of course I haven't taken a picture of their finished work, haha! I need to put a sealer on them still, so maybe then. 


Friday we wanted to get out of the house, so we headed down to Tillamook, which is always a beautiful drive, more so now that it's been several years since we've had to make the trip every other weekend for taking the oldest two to their dad's! I do wish I could have captured the amazing ocean waves, as the day was rather stormy. It was just beautiful. While we hoped to see Rachel and Alaina for a grandbaby fix, Rachel and her dad were also feeling antsy and had headed down to Corvallis to get out of the house! Kind of funny, guess our strange weather is having that effect all around. Currently we will have a beautiful, sunny day, making us feel like getting outside and doing something, not necessarily productive, but SOMETHING, nonetheless. Then we will have a couple days of wind and rain, but still are left wanting to do something.


We found a place that David has been wanting to go to, that sells some amazing jerky. It was ridiculously inconspicuously located, and the gps "insisted" it was in the wrong building, but find it we did, and the jerky was purchased. We then went to Denny's for lunch. Not our favorite, but not horrible, either. Our own little town has so many great restaurants and cafes now, that we have become rather spoiled by it. After lunch we went to the Tillamook Cheese Factory. We can't remember the last time we were there, but are pretty sure Mia was a baby. Mia LOVED it. She now plans on living in Tillamook and working in the factory when she's grown. We ended the visit with Tillamook ice cream, of course. Mia and I should have shared. We got the same kind, which she declared to be, "Delicious! So Delicious!", then was "full" after about 10 little girl sized licks. Saturday we puttered around the house, then David and I met up with an old friend from high school and his wife. They were on a birthday trip for him, and we got to try out another local hot spot. The food was pretty good, but it was so loud, I don't see us going there again. We're just too old! Sunday we finally went to church again, it was so good to be with our church family. With physical and cardio therapy every day during the week, David is usually too tired to do just about anything on the weekend, so we've just been staying home the last couple months. 


On the project front, I of course started yet another one, because why bother finishing all the millions I've currently got going? No, really, this is a perfect no-brainer for watching tv. Just a seed stitch cowl for...myself! Crazy, right? 

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Ob-la-di Ob-la-da



Ob-la-di, ob-la-da life goes on, brah, la-la how the life goes on. That song seems to run through my head quite a lot these days. Sometimes good, sometimes not. We personally are doing well. David is doing great, he's been driving for a while now, even! The pic below is his first time. We had a wonderful, if not really strange Christmas. 


David is doing wonderful with his therapy, other than his therapists keep increasing his exercises, haha! Our new year started out, as usual, with us going to bed before midnight. A couple of the kids managed to stay up to greet the new year, but we're usually too tired! I made up a few cowls in January, one for Rachel's late Christmas present (with money, isn't that what parents are for, haha?), one for a friend's birthday, and one for Mia. I only got a picture of Mia's, of course.  I found myself finally filled with exhaustion in January. All the adrenaline and excitement of December emptying itself out left me so drained, but happy. I was easing back into extreme house cleaning and crafting and project finishing. I've had so much fun with David, every time we run into someone who hasn't seen him since the heart attack is an emotional experience.



By February, we were getting into a groove, making headway, planning for school (ugh, we're so behind!), enjoying our time together. So many of David's unbelievably wonderful coworkers have donated enough of their own vacation time that he doesn't have to go back to work until May! So crazy!! What a huge blessing. There are more people signed up to donate even more time if he's not ready to back at that point. Amazing. A word I use often these days. Then the evening of February 5th, I was scrolling through facebook when I saw someone say a police officer in Seaside had been shot. I still can't properly convey what I felt when I saw that. The last time a policeman in Oregon was shot and killed was when I was a kid, he was a good friend of my dad, and I remember many evenings spent with him and his wife. I was young enough that I was sad over it, but not distraught. Years later my own State Trooper dad was shot at while at work (right after my mom had assured the wife of my dad's new recruit that that sort of thing almost never happened here). Still, it went with the job, and my dad had survived the Vietnam War. My dad was basically bulletproof in my mind.This, though. As a grown woman, wife, and mother. After coming close to losing my own husband just over a month previous. I felt paralyzed. His wife had no warning, that sort of thing really and truly "doesn't happen" here. Except that it did.



I had just met Jason Goodding the day David and I came home from the hospital. He had just stood and stared at David, so moved and happy for him to be alive and standing there in the courthouse, grin on his face, surprising everyone with our visit. David told me who he was (he was in a suit for court at the time, not his uniform), and what a great guy he was. He had a wife and two daughters. My heart is so broken for them. He was serving a warrant on a guy who has been causing grief since back in my dad's day. A guy who has told David that he will never quit using drugs because he likes them too much. A guy who wasn't legally allowed to be in possession of a gun. Jason's funeral was incredible. I'm trying to find a picture of all the patrol/emergency vehicles. There were police officers from Chicago, Florida, Canada, and I don't remember where else.  David and I rode in a Road Deputy's police car with his wife and him, through the processional and it was beautiful to see the number of people standing along the side of the road, showing their support. Still, when all was said and done, when the rest of us went home with our spouses, to our children and grieved with each other, Amy and her daughters are still without Jason. As are FOURTEEN other officers' families without their family members. Unless more were added through the night, our country has had FIFTEEN police officers killed in the line of duty this year. In just two months' time. Any yet...God is still good. God knows what's happening. That good can come out of bad. That there is still so much beauty to be seen in our world. That there will be so much more evil and sickness to be borne before we're finished here. For now, we trust and teach our families and friends to trust, to continue to love and pray for those we want to hate. I take joy in the rogue bunch of daffodils in my backyard who continue to grow every year since we've lived here, even though I do nothing, even when we had the backyard razed by a friend with a backhoe. Then ignored it again. Joy in the blooming magnolia bush, all the trees, green buds pushing their way out. Making plans to make the outside of our home a place to make people feel welcome and loved. Joy in a little girl who loves to dress up as "Spidergirl", who also loves Chinese food (yay!)



Whose hair has finally grown out quite a bit after last year's "do it herself" haircut!



Getting more and more of our house "finished", taking a day to paint my little hallway white, making hat and coat hooks out of scrap wood and hooks that came with our house when we bought it.


Cleaning up an old switch plate that also came with the house, and LOVING the soft, worn brass.
I had a couple of these, then found some more older ones on ebay. Though I also found a way to "antique" new ones, which I will likely try. I just love them.


Our newest family member, "Nikki" (named Nekoette by Emma, but seriously, none of us are calling her that! She immediately became Nikki)


She settled right in, even our two other cats have accepted her. Goliath has always loved kittens and is very sweet with her, bathing her, snuggling with her, playing and roughhousing with her. Luna...will, she doesn't attack her and no longer growls at her, so that is her version of acceptance. Ruby, our dog, just isn't crazy about any cats, but is good about backing of her chase when scolded to. 


We have been doing a fair bit of running around and eating at restaurants (enjoying ourselves a bit before we have to crack down on our budget and pay those pesky people who saved David and made him well, you know! We will never have been so happy to be broke! Also, we are pretty blessed to have good insurance) . We took Mia to Seaside with my parents, which always means a trip to the Carousel Mall. Mia got two rides out of us that day. Today is looking sunny, we will be cleaning, as we've been taking too many lazy days, aside from David's daily therapy sessions. I am tentatively hoping for some calm. Some time to finish and enjoy our home projects.


Ecclesiastes 3 (NASB)

A Time for Everything

There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—
A time to give birth and a time to die;
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
time to kill and a time to heal;
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to weep and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.
A time to search and a time to give up as lost;
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear apart and a time to sew together;
A time to be silent and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate;
A time for war and a time for peace.

Saturday, January 2, 2016

Our Plans, His Plans (Pt.4)

This should be the last post dedicated to David and his heart attack! It just continues to get better from the last post. David's healing has been so quick and full, that I am just amazed. After spending the morning being gawked at by a group of hospital staff, we learned they were watching him and had decided he was well enough to be booted from the ICU - YAY!!! He was moved from the ICU on December 16. While adapting to our new space, I see a familiar looking man walk past me. I asked the lady I was talking with, "Is that...?" She says, "That's Andy." I say, "Andy Paulson?" She says, "Yes! Do you know him?" Weird time to be fangirling, and I managed to not chase him down like a weirdo and tell him how much I loved his wife's blog (Posie Gets Cozy) and how I'd been good and ordered a kit a month over the summer to stitch up over the Fall for Christmas presents, but didn't finish because David had a heart attack.  *sigh* Nope, I held it together and just watched him interacting with his coworkers, smiling and laughing. There was something reassuring about seeing him on the happy side of their struggles, knowing I'd prayed for this family and cried for this family and rejoiced for this family and he didn't know who I was, nor that I was standing there, just watching him. Anna, the lady I was talking to, didn't know about her blog, but agreed that they were absolutely as wonderful a family in real life as they seem on her blog. We've had so many people praying for us, hundreds, that I will never personally know of. It's so beautiful to know God knows each of us and our hearts and our ability to love and hope for the best for people we will never personally be involved with.  David was on Andy's floor for only a couple days before he was moved again to a rehab facility. He was there for a week and a half, not long at all! He improved even more, and he is home with us. All day on the 30th, I just couldn't believe it had been only one month since it happened. Truly the longest month of our lives! Well, not for David, he was unaware of most of it! Poor guy just woke up, suddenly (to him) unable to do anything for himself. He walks well, his memory has been amazingly restored, his left arm is very usable and his right arm is steadily increasing in strength. He will still be home, doing rehab locally for a while. How long remains to be seen, basically as long as we can afford it and keep his job, so a couple more months. Then he will go on light duty at work. It has been a long, but incredible month. I'm thankful for so much that has come out of it, but really and truly hope to not go through something like that again! Here's to a quieter New Year!!

Monday, December 28, 2015

Our Plans, His Plans (pt 3)

I tell you, Facebook is the best outline for helping me remember what all went on this past month! Still, there are so many people and things not included in these posts, I wish I could share it all without literally writing a book. The days between Dec 7 and Dec 10 were spent just watching, waiting, adjusting medications, and trying to keep David from biting his breathing tube in half! He hated that thing SO MUCH. Keeping the tube safe was pretty much a two person job, tying to keep fingers from getting bitten. As soon as one of us would get a bite guard in his mouth, he was pushing it out with his tongue. On the 10th, a neuro team came in to assess him. They pinched him pretty hard by his collar bone, to which he tried to yell, "OW!" We were pretty excited over that. His pain response was good, I've never been so happy to see him in pain, haha. It was thought David might need a couple rounds of dialyses, as his kidneys weren't able to keep flushing all the meds and toxins in his body, buy mostly he was physically doing well. I went home for a couple days to see my kids, take care of bills, and upgrade his phone service - because after not being updated the night he was removed from the ECMO, I saw several phone calls from numbers I didn't recognize. It finally dawned on me that David had never updated his phone service from limited calls and data  to a monthly unlimited plan! I laughed so hard at myself. My own phone had been broken, I was using his. Anyway, that morning, during rounds, it was suggested that he be switched from a breathing tube to a tracheotomy so he wouldn't be expending so much energy fighting the tube. I heartily agreed and kind of wished someone had thought of it sooner. It would have been so much easier on everyone! I went home that day, my oldest brother in law stayed with him. I felt bad for my kids, but I hated being home. I just wanted to be back with David. Still, it was good to be with them The first night I was just home with Aidan and Alan. I got some stuff done, then slept. Next day, I got the little kids from grandma's house.They were so excited, we were going to watch a Christmas movie together. We also planned to get a tree, but really, none of us were in the mood, so we didn't. That evening, a I get a call from OHSU. I'm filled with dread, but answer. The nurse says, "So your mister decided to wake up today! I almost didn't call you because I didn't want you heading up here tonight!" So crazy, and no, I wasn't rushing over (the weather in our state, specifically on the coast was awful, so much flooding, roads washing out, etc. she just didn't want me out in the dark on the dangerous roads), but that's where my mind was the rest of the night! I got up there the next morning, though right now I don't even remember who drove me. I have not been driving myself at all. I know I've been too distracted, I've only driven locally. When I got there, he was still intubated, so he could only look at me and make faces. I could tell he recognized me but wasn't completely sure why. The EEG he'd had showed he'd had a couple strokes and the expected shower of tiny brain injuries, but nothing was seen that was irreversible. That meant we'd really have to be patient while his brain both healed and cleared of meds and built up "stuff", which of course was totally fine; he was ALIVE.  Not even an hour later he remembered who I was. He suddenly started squeezing my hand and not wanting my to leave him. Nurses came in to turn him and clean him up a bit as they removed more and more from his body. One of them asked the ages of our kids, and when I rattled of , "23, 21, 15, 12, 10, 6, and 3", David gave me a look of pure shock and panic! We laughed so hard, oh my gosh. Yep, we have seven kids, honey! That became a favorite story spread all over and I still laugh every time I think of the look on his face!  Next day, he was extubated. I asked how his throat felt, he said, "Raw". Then he asked for coffee! That was a no, but they let me give him sponge swabs soaked in water. He loved it, he kept sighing the biggest, most contented sighs. Then he moved to ice chips to test his ability to chew and swallow, then jello. He did great. He also started remembering all those kids we have, heehee.  Next morning, the night nurse, Tim was quizzing him on what he remembered. What was his name, birthday, who was I, etc. He asked, "When were you married? Winter?" "No" "Springtime?"  He seems to affirm, to which I shake my head, no. He asks again, "Springtime?" David, to my hearing says/sings , "Springtime, mumble mumble" Tim says, "Are you singing Springtime for Hitler?" Then they proceed to sing it together! David's nurse is a Mel Brooks fan, what are the chances of that? David hasn't watched any of his movies for a long time, but David is one of those people who can quote movies and apply a song to just about any situation. Okay, I do that part, too. David and Tim spent the morning quoting the movies and singing bits of songs. It was so good to laugh so much!  Over the days, though, I found myself reassuring each nurse that the seemingly random movie quotes and song bits were the "real" David, haha!