I am continuing the process of reducing the items in the house and deep cleaning every inch. I have had a slight delay.
My Beast has been sick for two weeks. He is still home recovering. I was able to resume more normal activities this week. Even with him here.
I never do house-keeping chores when he is home. I will wash clothes or do the dishes, but not much more than that. That’s no problem when he is working, but this is week three of him home. I don’t really know why I don’t like to work on my bigger chores when he is home. I just never did when we first married. I was home full time the first nine years so I was used to working when he was out of the house. He doesn’t do house work or cooking or anything like that, so it’s not as if we cook and clean together. Our arrangement suits us and is nobody else’s business.
What progress have I managed? Yesterday, I cleaned his bathroom thoroughly top to bottom using a toothbrush when needed. And both the iceboxes have been cleared up and cleaned today.
Today also had some special time. He and I went to the lease and filled deer feeders. It’s late getting done. Last week he was in the ER with post-plague pneumonia. He finished his meds yesterday, so he figured it was time to get something done. We took the tractor and used it to haul the corn to the feeders. I rode sitting up on the side with him like we have done for so many years. It’s one of my favorite things to do, going with him on the tractor or the buggy. It was especially nice today after his having faced off with the plague and won.
We give all the glory to our Lord. His help and healing are what we prayed for in faith. No. He isn’t completely over it. But the Lord is completely involved with us.
This was a great Monday. Work was great. The weekend past was great. Everything is great!
Makes me nervous. I keep my foot on the track to feel if a train is coming. I have lived for so long dealing with serious issues, I know no other way.
And anyway, a train is coming. A loved one has a devastating health diagnosis. We will have to pull together and help her and each other through the coming days. But, we, as a family, have one very critical strength. Humor. We have a sense of humor and laugh at the silliness of situations that arise from the very horrible things we face.
My mother’s visitation before her funeral sounded like a loud party. We laughed and talked as if she was sitting with us. She taught us to do that, as did her Mother. Laugh. Make a joke about something. Crying and wailing get you only a headache and puffy eyes.
Yes. Each of us cries privately and in small groups. But, you won’t find us all together moping and weeping. I remember us laughing at how pleased Mother would have been to know the size 12 dress fit that we bought to bury her in after she passed. My aunt and cousin shared how they got too tickled and laughing when my aunt couldn’t get my very ill cousin off the floor after she fell in the middle of the night. I can just see them wallowing like drunks and laughing trying to get her on her feet and back in her bed at the hospital. Humor. Why cry when you can laugh?
Laugh in the face of danger. Laugh at the silly little things. Laugh to keep the heart from bursting with pain. Laughter. His medicine. He promised a merry heart doeth good like a medicine. May we be blessed with laughter all the days to come.
P.S. He poked his head out the door while I was sitting on the porch. You are supposed to be orchiding, not watching videos…….acting like the boss of me….who does he think he is! He is the boss of me. Thank goodness. I need someone to take hold of my wild self and keep me in line. He needs me to make him laugh at all the silly little things that come out of my mouth. I am very good at making him laugh and shake his head many times just by laughing at myself. Good medicine for each other.