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.