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Happy New Year to all…

 This was a very good Christmas.

The gaffer has been off for a good week and a half already and doesn’t need to go back until next Monday. What joyful, grateful little moments I’ve been having with the extra snuggling, the giggling and being allowed to sleep in until 7:30 (did I brag yet that my gaffer will let me sleep in while he reads quietly in his room???? I’m also terribly scary in the morning).  Hubby has stopped doing tree work for a bit and is only working 6 x 24 hour shifts. Which you kind of feel when you do a whole lot of nothing. 

So. My knee. Have been going hardcore at the gym with physio. Am determined to strengthen as best as I can. Which means being extremely careful on the elliptical (have been trying it here and there) and leg extensions and leg curls. Carefully.  But I’m noticing that on the days I do not go to the gym, my knee is annoyed (ie constant cramping pain) and I keep stretching it out all day.  Anyhoo, so hubby had a very large package under the Christmas tree for me. And I opened it. And it was this:





 Isn’t it fabulous? It’s from Lee Valley and as you can see, tools are not included. It’s about 15″ off the ground with pneumatic tires (meaning the weight is distributed gorgeously so I don’t wreck any plants or soil when I drive over them) and it has steering. See that little black knob at the front? You just push yourself along and steer. Yes, the boys have been playing with it and it had to go in the basement for now as we have marvelously cheap parkay (butter?) floors which enable fun steering by all. And the huge tractor seat hugs your whole behind and it swivels. How wonderful is that? Granted, now I have to stretch a lot to get myself limber enough to keep my right knee mostly straight while I bend over, but I am happy with it. No more pain! What a man.


I did purchase a new journal for the year as I always do and this time I did not choose Moleskin (gasp!) as I found something with smaller lines. I love writing in books with very little space between the lines. I don’t know why. I like writing small? And I did write out my huge prayers for the  year and I sought out my ‘power’ verse. See, last year, my word was ‘Kind’ as in, be kind to others but really be more kind to yourself. Because I am not terribly kind to myself. This year, the words are from James 1:19-20 and they are, “Know this, my beloved: be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to anger because the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.” So this year’s word is, Listen.  Listen to what people are saying. Listen to what God is saying. Listen to what my body is telling me. Listen to the earth as she groans and rumbles. Listen.

Which is kind of a cool word when you think about it. Especially considering my other lovely Christmas gift was a subscription to Sirius radio. Which I am loving. Two Christian music channels, music stations strictly from the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s (which I’ve missed since they shut down Oldies 1310 – I am a total oldies geek) and symphonies and a strict opera channel. Marvelous.

And to not listen to the negative. I don’t mean like, stand in front of your mirror and say, ‘I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and people like me’ a la Stuart Smalley (was that his name from SNL?) but not to listen to people. The other day an acquaintance was asking about my writing. Asked if there would be another book. This person has not bothered to read either book, so right away I stop listening to their opinion on anything (yes, I”m terribly fickle) and I explained there may  not be a third book. And that I was working on something completely different that I was enjoying. And that acquaintance said, “Well, whatever turns your crank. At least you have a hobby.”

I know, right? I almost snapped. But then it occured to me (James 1:19-20) that this person is not someone of whom I would take their opinion seriously. And I get it. There are a lot of people out there who do not get the writing game. They do not understand why it is so hard to write a book. They do not get it. And that’s fine. They are not what I would call kindred-spirits…

And now I send you to this link, because it’s marvelous and I fully live it…


Drinking: decaf soy egg nog latte (homemade)

Watching: ?

Reading: just finished ‘These Golden Years’ by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I finished it at 11:30pm and bawled like a baby. Am now back to ‘Withering Tights’






Allergic Rhinitis

Rhinitis:  (rhino – nose) (itis – inflammation)  … see? I remember some things from my Paramedic training! (Plasty is surgery, hence, rhinoplasty for ladies with big honkers)

I have an issue. Actually, I have many issues, but this one allowed me to see my doctor.

Every single night, just as I get into bed, my nose stuffs up.  We’re talking stuffy stuffy. Yes, yes I could sleep with my mouth open but when that happens I jolt awake, scaring the crap out of the dog (husband never moves – that man is dead when he sleeps) and drink a litre of water because my throat is so parched and crackly.  So instead, I flip from side to side, depending on which side of my  nose is stuffy and routinely wake up throughout the night to jam Vick’s up my nose or just sit up and shake my head for a few minutes until I clear up again.

So I asked my fabulous pharmacist friend (you really should get one, they are oh-so-valuable to have) and they mentionned to take Benadryll. It’s not addictive. Although I may enjoy my sleep more. So for the past few months I play on and off with Benadryll. And it works. Until about 2am and then I’m plugged up again, but not about to take more drugs as I have a hard enough time getting out of the bed in the morning as it is (I can’t do coffee).

So I saw Scuba Steve (family doctor) and he asked to look up my nose.

Do you know how weird that is? You have to tilt your head back and flare your nostrils. I am an excellent nostril flarer, but couldn’t stop giggling, wondering if he would find any ‘lurkers’ hiding up there. I asked if I could blow my nose first and he said no. And what’s even more weird is having this large thingy up your nose, while your head is tilted back and Scuba Steve has his serious face on (maybe to stop you from laughing?) and says very seriously, “huh”.


So apparently my nostrils are red and inflammed (aren’t you glad to be reading this?) and I have allergic rhinitis.  Which means I’m allergic to something at bedtime. Hubby is out of the question as I do not sleep on top of hubby. He’s too bumpy and muscle-y to be comfortable. Nor can I stand being touched while I sleep (ie Dog may NOT lay against me while sleeping and feeding baby in bed? Yah, right. No, I don’t have a baby now, just to clarify, I’m talking about 6 years ago).  So I have to wash my pillowcases and blanket (my snuggly one that must be tucked under my chin while sleeping) in Ivory Snow. Which I don’t mind. But if this doesn’t work, I have to start buying different pillows. Which is incredibly annoying. I have a love affair with my pillow. My pillow does not mind if I beat it in the middle of the night, if I drool on it or not wash my face for a few days. It does not mind if I cough into it or cry into it. I love my pillow. So I’m hoping I don’t need a new pillow.

So now I have to buy this prescription spray (yay excellent health care!) to spray up my nose every single night, for the rest of my life.

… yay…

(Incase you were wondering I did a semester of Paramedics at Algonquin way back when and absolutely loved it. I loved working on patients and taking control of the situtation (ie being bossy) and using my brain in quick action moments. However it was horrible on our marriage and I decided to give it up in order to be a great wife. See? See? And instead I’m an AUTHOR!!! Very happy about decision. Always have been. Although it would have been super cool to be a 911 operator. But we won’t get into that right now.)

eating: waiting for decaf soy pumpkin spice latte from hubby but he’s not home yet

listening to: some horrible Nickleback song on the downstairs radio. Ick. Oops. I’m supposed to like them, right? Being Canadian and all?

watching: Star Wars Lego wii. Well, not right now, I was last night. Playing I mean.

Reading: “Where the Heart Leads” (please don’t ask. It’s research) “The Riddle of Amish Culture”, Vanity Fair from June


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