|Mr. Potato Head|
Mr. Potato Head did a very fine job of entertaining my grandchildren earlier this week. About three sets of body parts are stored in the loft in a sturdy shoe box labeled, "Spud."
My long-time readers may remember that Spud was Grandad Bear's handyman back in the days when I made up stories for the Grammy's Place Bed and Breakfas blog. As a member of our dutiful staff, he made occasional appearances to embellish my penchant for whimsey.
The rest of my staff are packed away now in a secure place. Except for Grandad Bear. He sits, still with his feet propped up, on Beloved's night stand. I sometimes give his foot a playful little pinch when I'm on that side of the bed, arranging the pillows.
It has been a good week since I last posted. Unfortunately the tears have been abundant at times, but once that passes, I am able to function actually very well. Here are some photo highlights of the past several days.
|front porch decor|
As shared in my previous post, Valentine's Day was good but I was glad to get past it, too. One of the next milestones on our calendars is St. Patrick's Day, so this sign was discovered at Hobby Lobby.
I have this large pot sitting immediately outside the front door. At first I was going to change out the silk flowers by seasons and holidays, but changed my mind. I think I'll keep it predominantly green and then change out the decor with signs like this, and other appropriate froo-froo. It just seems easier and makes for less storage.
While I'm all for pretty decor, my creativity seems to be on hiatus, much like my sense of taste and smell. Making statements of a more serious nature fit my current frame of mind.
Speaking of taste and smell, the loss of smell is the bigger factor for me, but the most vibrant of recipe flavors elude me, too. I saw my doctor this week and he seemed to take it all in stride, along with my nearly twenty pound weight loss and slightly elevated blood pressure. Given what I'm going through right now, all of this is within the range of what's to be expected. None of it was in an abnormal range.
Blondie went with me. I had asked her the week before they got here if she would accompany me to this appointment and she was glad to do it. I tend to get wobbly in voice and spirit when I have to tell those who don't already know of Beloved's death. I was so grateful the office staff allowed her to come in with me.
Since it's now been over 90 days since I had COVID, my doctor says it's time to get the vaccine. I'm on a list for it and expect it will be some time before I get the call from the scheduler. I'm okay with that. I know which shots I want and I know where I want to get them.
|Face Time with T2|
Speaking of taste and smell, T2 has recently encouraged me to up my calorie intake with Naan Bread pizza.
|find it at Walmart|
in the deli section
He and I Face Time nearly every day. Dinnertime talk always comes up. I made my own version of a pizza and wow. It's good!
Follow the package instructions and then when it's time to "decorate", spread a thin layer of pizza sauce from a jar, top that off with whatever you want and finish with cheese. Bake till cheese melts and enjoy! (That's fresh chopped kale and browned ground beef on mine.)
I'm big on salad 2-3 times a day, so even with the kale on my pizza, I made a quick little Spring Greens salad to round out the plate.
While Gray Beard and Blondie were here, we made a trip to the cemetery. Six of the grandchildren were with us. We brought enough pennies with us that everybody could leave one on Grandad's headstone. Precious memories were made.
I was surprised no tears ran down my face this time. This grief thing is a strange animal. I've learned to always have a cloth handkerchief somewhere handy because I never know when the water works are going to erupt -- or not.
|Lil' Smokies and Crescent Rolls|
The children have been very sensitive to me. They hug me, hold my hand, and just lean into me when they sense I need it. I've heard them pray for "Grammy as she goes through this hard time." Does that warm my heart? You know it!
When we got home from church on Sunday, we had fun in the kitchen slicing Lil' Smokies sausages in half and then cutting refrigerated Crescent Rolls into quite small triangles. The dough was wrapped around the meat and baked. Corn on the cob and Waldorf Salad rounded out that lunch.
|photo edited for privacy|
Another dose of reality hit yesterday. My new return address labels came in the mail. I had ordered some with both our names on them only about a month before we came down with COVID. So I have all those with both of our names on them. I just let that go for a while but then decided I needed to order some with just my name. I intentionally chose a cheerful design with dark pink poppies.
|Concert with The Inspirations|
Last night Jersey and I went to another gospel concert at my church. It was a men's group, The Inspirations, and they were good. One song about heaven hit me really hard, but we were sitting on the very back row and Jersey put her arm around me. I survived.
|the lake closest to my house|
Jersey and I walk the neighborhood several times a week. Often when I just need some sunshine and exercise, I'll grab my sunglasses and launch out on a walk all by myself. Tears, exercise, and sunshine -- all are very helpful to me.
Scripture, too. I feed on God's Word every single day throughout the days. Both typed and hand-written verses are secured all over the house in places where I will see them easily.
I live alone now and aside from family, it's rare when I'm in a position to want to impress anybody with my style of home decor. That was my past. Now I just need the Word of God and the power of the Holy Spirit to hold me together and process me through this nightmare.
"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze." Isaiah 43:2
It works. God's Word is powerful. I carry hand-written notes of His words in my pocket, pulling them out throughout the day for continued meditation. In some ways I am stronger than I was when this first happened.
Thank you for praying for me. It is shocking how many recent widows I am encountering of late. My heart breaks for every single one of them.
|selfie in the sewing room|
In spite of the tears, the LORD is blessing me.