making:: my bed for the first time in a week yesterday. an all time record.
drinking:: lemon water in a quart jar.
eating:: handful of raw oats, sprinkling of chia and ground flaxseed, strawberry, mango, and banana slices, almond milk poured over all.
thinking and feeling:: the aftermath of the heart and tear-filled talk between me and my dad last night. three full hours of me sitting on his bed and him in his recliner.
thanking:: a reminder, an epiphany, a discovery... for his listening ears, his council, his understanding, his support, his friendship, his unconditional love.
remembering:: it dawning on me yesterday that was the one year anniversary of jane leaving on her mission. i left the dishwasher partially unloaded and had to read my blog just to make sure my hunch was right. so grateful that i've kept this record. and can i just tell you how my heart aches for her.
wearing: keith's green and blue plaid hand-me-down flannel pajama bottoms, long sleeve navy tee. slippers.
listening:: nora jones, florence and the machine.
liking:: tree blossoms. even if they're covered in
snow. (like yesterday morning.)
hoping:: to be able to walk without pain. i get around slowly, but can't quite bear full weight on my foot/heel. trying to exercise patience. taking one day at a time.
laughing:: "anyone up for a game of connect-the-dots?" when doing a show-and-tell of my foot to the kids. (the bandage is off and everything a-okay.) eliza turning away from my poor, purple frankenstein-y foot with it's grid mark holes covering the bottom half: "now i can't get that image out of my mind, mom!" she shrieks.
pinning:: this, this, and this. (etc, etc, and etcetera..)
reading:: just finished The Well Tempered Heart, sequel to The Art of Hearing Heartbeats. such beautiful, lyrical writing in both novels. like a meditation. another on the stack: wayne dyer's Change Your Thoughts, Change Your Life: Living the Wisdom of the Tao. i can't get enough of this man.
smelling:: the blue hyacinth sitting on the kitchen table that hillary brought over. intoxicating.
watching:: The Impossible (can't remember the last time i truly cried in a movie), Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (eh. higher hopes for this one...)
celebrating:: sam's 18th birthday tomorrow. he wants bacon.
texting:: to keith while lying in bed and him downstairs doing the taxes: me wants cookies.
to sam and eliza every afternoon at 3:35 without fail: i'm here.
(pretty much the extent of me and texting.)
wishing:: with the kid's having the whole week off next week with spring break, wouldn't it be nice to get away somewhere and have fun. sigh. i guess we'll just have to wait for our planned summer vacation to california in june.