I suddenly realized how grateful I was for the absence of pain in my feet.
Then I started ticking off other absences for which I was grateful--
the absence of certain very difficult people in my life, the absence of feelings
of resentment toward those who have "wronged" me, the absence of feelings
of loss for relationships and things long gone--and on and on.
We have such a range of gratitude possibilities.
Anne Wilson Schaef
A visit to the fruit stand yesterday.
Good morning. Another Friday has rolled around, and boy what a week it was. Monday and Tuesday were fairly normal days. I went to the Center, played Bingo for an hour, went to group, talked about the plane. Good news is that I seem to be on the right track when it comes to alleviate those painful muscle cramps that keep me from my sleep. Pressing the spot between my upper lip and nose has alleviated my foot cramps entirely and the tonic water with quinine seems to be working on my calve muscles. Of course, it hasn't been a week yet, but I am feeling hopeful. The foot cramps when I climb into bed are downright annoying, but there is no description for being woken from a sound sleep by a painful muscle spasm in the calf muscle. Anyone who has experienced this knows exactly what I am talking about.
Received a wee bit of extra cash this week from an unexpected tax check and purchased three books for my Kindle which had been on my wish list--'The Way of Four: Create Elemental Balance in Your Life' by Deborah Lipp (shows you how to keep balance in your life by using the four elements; 'North Node Astrology: Rediscovering Your Life Direction and Soul Purpose' by Elizabeth Spring (examines the astrological North and South Node to discover purpose and soul direction. Chapters on planets are also included); and 'Lessons in Astrology as Magic' by Dana Gerhardt. Problem was I couldn't figure out what to read first. Eventually, I chose 'North Node Astrology' and am enjoying every page.
Wasn't that rain something? My goodness, it started in the morning and was still coming down when I went to bed. I can't remember a day where it rained so many hours without a break.
I feel so bad. Inadvertently I made Miss Minga sick. On Easter Sunday my sons visited, and I made a Pernil for us. Now, there are two things that drive Miss Minga crazy. The smell of turkey roasting in the oven and pernil. I always boil up the turkey livers for her, and whenever I make a pernil, she gets a few tiny pieces. But, with her age, I was a bit concerned about the pernil so I bought some chicken livers and boiled them. She gobbled them up like there was no tomorrow. I had some left over so I heated them and gave them to her the next day.
Needless to say, that started a trend. Whenever I had dinner she would begin crying for liver, and I gave her what was left. When the liver was gone I bought more. It became her every night treat, and she expected it. Well last night she came down with diarrhea. She actually couldn't even make it to her box. Immediately I was terrified. After all, my little girl will be 22 in July, and immediately I thought the worst. Luckily it didn't last very long, and when I went online to research, I discovered I had been overfeeding the liver. A little as a treat now and again is fine, but not every night.
I've spoiled her terribly. I know her time is short, and I am doing my best to make sure she is happy. But, sometimes we do the wrong things for the right reason. Now I know I am going to pay the price. Miss Minga has always been very vocal, and in her old age, she has gotten VERY loud. Tonight's dinner will probably be miserable. She doesn't know any better. She can't see the connection between her upset tummy and the liver, so when she sees it is not forthcoming, I just know she is going to be very vocal. For tonight I bought her one of those expensive seafood dishes for cats, but I know my Miss Minga. It is not going to do the trick. That's why I only bought one.
Well, I guess that's about it. Going food shopping today and church on Sunday. That is my only weekend plans. Of course, there is always room for changes.
Wishing you all a wonderful, joy-filled weekend. See you on Monday.