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!)
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.