My husband left for Mexico last night. His mother is sick and they are very worried about her so he went. He won't be back until 2 days after Christmas and it is all very unexpected and I feel strange to not have him here. I'll be okay, it's just taking my mind a little bit of time to adjust.
But of course, it isn't really about me, it's about her. I don't really have a good idea of how she is yet. I will hear more in the next few days. I'm hoping that they are all just being really careful and that it isn't as bad as it sounds, but I just don't know yet. Unfortunately, it sounds like it could be CHF.
Funny antecdote:
The word for Grandmother in spanish is Abuela (Ah-bway-lah). When my older daughter was small she used to call her Grandmother Umbrella (Oom-bray-lah).
Quietude!!
Well, it's so nice to be off of work and have time to just be, I have had no time for this in such a long time. I am thinking about a lot of things that I plan to share but in the meantime, I would like to leave you with a poem that I discovered.
I hope that you enjoy it!! (Hope it isn't too sappy!)
Famous
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to the silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth before anyone said so.
The cat sleeping on the ledge is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.
The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.
The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.
The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to the floors.
The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not famous at all to the one who is pictured.
I want to be famous to the shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.
I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous, or a buttonhole,
not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgets what it could do.
Namoi Shihab Nye
in Hugging the Jukebox
and also
"The man who is often thinking that it is better to be somewhere other than where he is excommunicates himself."
Henry David Thoreau
20 comments:
Ah, you are married, I'll be careful not to flirt with you.
"The man who is often thinking that it is better to be somewhere other than where he is excommunicates himself."
I know that I belong here and I have no intention of ever moving again. The woman I last lived with was never happy with where we was, I have roots now and that makes me happy.
I hope that your husband gets back safely, you never know on this planet.
BBC-I think that I've gotten to a point where I can be happy most anywhere....but I do have my limits. But at least I know what those limits are so that I can say....no.
hey cool pic...so that's Diana a.k.a behind blue eyes
i dont think i wanna talk to you anymore..jk
dont worry about your hubby, at least you have someone and he is still alive
happy thanksgiving
Winai-Yeah, I finally put my picture up but I don't really know if I like that picture, I might put a different one up.
And your right, at least I have someone. Feliz Navidad.
Good lord, I'm an excommunicator now, amongst all the other things?
Umbrella, that's a funny name for a Grandma. Maybe it is a good one. She'll protect you from the rain!
I wish the best for your mother-in-law. It has to suck with your husband being away for the holidays.
But I'm hoping that abuela will be famous as a living legend.
Happy holidays.
trevor-Glad to see you. I guess symbolically, a perfect Grandma would protect you from the rain!
X-It does sort of suck, but I'm going to be with my family so I won't be completely alone. Depending on how things turn out, my Husband may have a good time in Mexico. I haven't been able to talk to him yet. I think he must have went out without his cell phone. I know that he arrived in Mexico aafe and sound anyway.
Trevor-I suppose we all excommunicate ourselves from time to time.
Well, you could put up a pic with a smile. :-)
Your name is Diana? That reminds me of a song I suppose you are too young to have heard.
Glad I still have my umbrella with me! She's a great lady, too. Old school. She ran away from the farm she grew up on and and that same night she married a guy she had met earlier in the week. They stayed married until he died, the same year I was born. Love does not happen like that any more.
Here's me! Keep it on the down low, because I'm changing it back to something else in a minute.
A one time only appearance.
Hope everything is going well with you. And I hope that abuela heals and maybe even comes up your way to raise a little bit of granny hell near you--although, you might not like that overly much.
Peace out.
BBC-I can't smile. I've had too much botox. (Just kidding!)
I am so glad I found you again. I did hope the free time was working out for you, and sure enough I read "just to be"- Great! I'm glad to hear it.
Don't change the photo, you look beautiful.
I hope all goes Ok in Mexico. I know no time of the year is a good time for people to fall ill, but I think this time of the year makes it extra stressful.
The last part of the poem is my favourite. I'll have to remember it.
I want to wish you a very Happy Christmas, and (I hope you'll all be together, and as I said no problems) a Happy New Year.
Yep...mushy. LOL
But what a great piece!
Happy Holiday, ma'am.
And prayers/positive thoughts to your mom-in-law and hubby.
Gosh...that's gotta be a tough one to wrap your head around--him there you here and all that going on for his mother....
*hugs*
Peace to you and yours....
Last night that picture didn't show up so I wasn't sure what you were talking about. You don't look at all like I had imagined, I'm glad I got to see what you look like, now I will have an accurate mental picture. Abuela was in the US once, I don't think she is all that excited about doing it again but she was very nice to me when I went to Mexico. She treated me like a daughter so I would have no objection to her coming here.
Sean-Thank you for your kind words. To be blunt, a death at Christmas puts a blight on Christmas holidays from then on but hopefully, that isn't going to happen. I'm still unsure of how she's doing. It sounds like she will recover but that she won't be as strong. Happy Holidays to you too. I didn't know you lived in Finland.
Mel-I don't know what to do with myself, so I'm going to bake cookies...which isn't as great as it may sound because I'm not very good at baking. But I guess they'll just have to take what they get..huh!!
Hey, hand over all the cookies and no one gets hurt. :-)
Found a better one. This is more like it. Next to Van Gogh's Starry Night. Very fitting.
You thought I was a blonde, didn't you?
I'll be thinking of you. I'm sorry about your mother in law. Forgive me for being so scarce lately.
You can never go wrong with anything by Henry David Thoreau.
I think I put up Elvis's Blue Christmas on my playlist. I like that song.
BBC-Well, I managed about 3 batches today and I've made some dough for tomorrow. My girls ate all the chocolate chip cookies..there are only 3 left. Well....okay....I ate some of them too.
Eric-It's strange but I did think that you were blonde for some reason. Of course, I think you told me once that you have some Native American blood, so I should have known. It really shows up in your looks, the Native American I mean. Well, I'm glad I know what you look like. You shouldn't be without a woman for long if you want one. I guess it's finding the right one, huh!
Enemy-I totally understand. It's hard to keep up with blogs sometimes. I edited some of my pictures with Picasso, but I can't figure out how to get them onto my blog. My son is coming home for Christmas, he can show me how. I thought that quote by Thoreau was awesome!
Thanks, BBE, you sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself.
As for the woman part, it is the right one. I thought I found the right one a few times, but they prove me wrong before too long. I'm a terrible judge of things like that. I take what people say for face value, so I end up being let down a lot by the truth.
Yeah, the bloodlines rings true in my face. I have the Cherokee nose, don't I? =D
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And yes, this is me, Enemy. Sorry to say, but it's true.
**Big Grin**
in Hindi grandmother is called dhathi.
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