Our home is somewhat Christmasized: two decorated trees,
lights outside and mangers on the mantle. There is lots more needed to be done,
but that is always the case with all of us. There are photo Christmas cards
sitting on the kitchen island while the final draft of our Christmas letter is
saved on my desktop. Knowing me, I’ll frantically try to avoid a December 27th
delivery. Two big tubs sit in our hallway reminding me that more is to be done.
Those boxed snowmen and smiling Santas won’t be unpacked by any visiting
elves. There is lots of fun chores
to be done, but instead, I sit in the family room somewhat in a daze.
The weather here would have Frosty melted in 4.2 seconds if
we even had building materials. (That’s in reference to the snow, not the carrots!)
The increased temperature has even brought this area national recognition.
These nightly reports fail to include the fact that a weather low will soon
attack our home with a vengeance. I could look for further input from a
television weather forecast bursting with the use of colorful maps and live
Doppler reports but none of that is needed for I have a less-than-secret
meteorological wizard. Waa-laa; that’s me.
My creaky bones holler about an oncoming front that is bound
to wreak havoc on my frazzled body. My layer of fat do nothing to ease the
burden. Gosh durn it – it hurts. I tried to go for a refreshing walk with our
spoiled pooch, but it ended with a sloth like shuffle. My coat hood was tightly
affixed around my cute little face to avoid a vertigo tango through our
neighborhood. For some unknown reason, anything more than a slight breeze
causes a drunken foxtrot by yours truly. When the screeching bones mix with
that vertigo twirl, I lack any luster of holiday spirit. It looks more like
I’ve been in the holiday spirits.
I told Bob earlier that I’m tired of our physical bodies
staging a constant mutiny. I want to partake in holiday fun but my rounded
frame is doing its best to strike fun from my calendar. Bob’s body has similar
disabilities and Lewy adds some unique personal characteristics. Today the
HO-HO –HO was more like OH-OH-OH!
We’ll soon head upstairs to pretend a restful sleep will
soothe us. Another nightmare or two will probably attack poor Bob. Pain pills
will cause a drugged sleep that lacks any resemblance to soothing, yet tomorrow
will be a better day.
I have my husband to help me make it through each day and I
try to guide his body around the Lewy attacks. My bones and joints bring me far
less distress than the cognitive threats to my honey. His happy memories of
past holiday traditions are now twisted and out of focus. So, we’ll try to have
the best of both: holiday traditions from years long past mixed with new
activities matching our current needs. Christ will still be born in that stable
and He still watches over me. Aah – life is good.
God Uses This Blog to Remind Me that Life is Good
By
writing out my thoughts, I put the Christ back in Christmas.
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