Life in the Village
I’ve never been much of one to believe that God intervenes in the minute details of our lives (although, more than once, I’ve been sure that God put a slow driver in front of me to keep me safe). But over and over I’ve thought and heard it said that we are here in NC, now, at the precise time we need to be. God-ordained? Dumb luck? Serendipity? I’m not sure (keep in mind that my faith doesn’t depend on God helping me get a good parking spot). But, for all kinds of reasons, I am sure glad that we are here, now.
|Our neighbor's dog, Roy, had to come see us off last night. |
He loves Dr. M - we'll, it's a mutual love affair.
My tentative surgery date is August 21 (oops I originally put it a month later than that!). That’s almost three months away. I felt a bit weepy after I got off the phone with the scheduler. The process of leaving the house to go anywhere is so exhausting that I was afraid I’d just give up and be house bound all summer.
But I WILL NOT. I’ll go to my Weight Watcher’s meeting, and to the nursing home to sing with my dad, and to church, and to anyone’s house who wants to feed me (ha). I’ll be tired and out of sorts, but for heaven’s sake, other people live with debilitating conditions that they will never get over – I think I can deal for three months. But please keep Dr. M in your thoughts as he has to shoulder most of the domestic tasks for now.
Last night, we went to Dr. M’s brother’s house for a birthday dinner for their 85 year old father. Among other things, his wife fixed potato salad & deviled eggs – a splendid mid-week bonus meal. Angel food cake with strawberries for dessert – yum! And it was a simple matter of driving a few miles and showing up at their door at the appointed hour. I’m so glad we can do things like that now. And we even came home with eggs from their chickens. Today, Dr. M will take his dad to the doctor.
We all need a village sometimes. I’m glad we’ve come home to ours.