April 23, 2003

I’m happy to report that Mom has no new bruises and her old ones are fading away. I brought her another new doll today. This one is porcelain and not a toy. Everyone loved her and I sat her up on the shelf so she could be admired, but safe.

Mom now has her own pitcher of cranberry juice in the fridge at all times. Hopefully the aides are giving her lots to drink. She doesn’t seem thirsty when I visit like she did before. We are awaiting test results to see if this last round of antibiotics got rid of the UTI. I did the urine catch and it looked pretty good to me. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow. All in all, I think things are looking up.

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I did prequalify for a loan and I’ve been busily looking at houses. Today I made an offer on one a few streets away. I should get a reply tomorrow morning. It feels so weird to be doing this by myself. No husband to guide me. No dad to give advice. Just me, making a big decision. If I didn’t have the Lord guiding my way, I might be intimidated. After all, He has known all along where we would be living.

I have been running myself ragged, trying to do all the things I need to do. Tonight when I arrived at church, the doors to the sanctuary were locked despite the parking lot being full. Hmmm. Obviously we had something special planned tonight that started at 6 P.M. in the Fellowship Hall. I decided to go back home. This gave me an hour to do something else on my list left undone. So... walk a mile or wash the car? I grabbed the leash and took off with Tana. I MUST get back on my walking schedule. Some way. Somehow. My health demands it.

Tomorrow all I have to do is wait for the message from my realtor, wash the car, meet Carole for lunch, visit Mom, and try to take a nap before work. Of course, I am leaving out all the laundry and housework that beckons me. I’m still trying to learn how to juggle.

Chris finishes his training this week and will be working hours more like mine. Hopefully I’ll be able to behave and not embarrass him too much in front of our coworkers. Wow. Both of my boys are all grown up. I sure do love them bunches.

Psalm 130:6 My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.