Hello there, friends!
Man, life can throw you a winky once in awhile. This morning I woke up with plans. I was going to color my hair, then work on necklaces, then drive over to visit my folks, but as I set my towel on the counter in the bathroom and picked up my brush, I suddenly felt dizzy… and then nauseated… and now here I am, still in my robe on the couch, late afternoon on this gorgeous Sunday, barely able to lift my head without setting the room a-spin. Sucks.
But I’m making the best of it. I’ve learned to be flexible.
At least what I’m going through is minor. My dear friend Stephanie has been told she has ten years left to live because of pancreatic cancer. Another dear friend, Lorraine, was recently beset by a chronic, basically untreatable inner ear disease that gives her constant headaches, and now she can hardly stand any amount of noise at all. These are both life-altering turns in the road.
Then, while Torie and I were watching TV not half an hour ago, we heard a screech and a crash and a horn honking nearby. Torie went to investigate and it turns out the driver had only hit a fire hydrant and is okay, but still… STILL… that woman didn’t plan on crashing into any hydrants today.
Another turn in the road.
Scary stuff happens and it happens out of the blue.
But other things happen out of the blue too, nice things that make you feel good. Like Torie and I spending all day yesterday shopping for dresses for Van and Megan’s wedding. We both found awesome ones, though when I got home and tried mine on again I was appalled to see how short it is… yipes… as in I’d better not plan on dropping any hors-d’oeuvres. But Torie assures me that God made pretty leotards for that, and fancy leggings. Those may sound like strange suggestions for a mother-of-the-groom dress, but all us girls are wearing cowboy boots as well, so yeah, not so strange after all.
[The wedding is on the front porch of an old farm house. The reception is in a barn. They planned this months ago, before the finale of The Office was aired, but if you’ve seen it, you get the idea. heh. They won’t be standing in their own graves, though.]
And all’s I can say is that I’m grateful for my twenty-something daughter, who keeps me young. She convinced me to dye my hair red again. For the last couple years I had been on a jag of naturalness because I’d wanted to be real, needed there to be nothing fake about me anymore, but I came to realize only yesterday, while talking with her, that I have succeeded in my goal, at least to a very comfortable point. Now that I’m happy with my inside, I can have fun with my outside again. I’m excited about that! And day-um, I DO like how red hair makes my green eyes pop. We need all the boosts we can get, whenever we can get them, no?
I’m in a smooth space. Scott and I had a leisurely two-hour conversation this morning over coffee, about all kinds of yummy important things we’d been thinking about; we don’t get much opportunity for that and it was really wonderful to catch up. And I’m excited about my necklacing… I’m currently making pendants I call “Beadles”–little people pendants, so you can carry a friend next to your heart all the time, aww…. I love them. I was wearing one yesterday and the gal at Claire’s complimented me on it! That encouraged me, obvs.
Heey, this is good news… My sis-in-law Sherrie just suggested that my dizziness might be due to allergies, because the same sudden dizziness had happened to her and my brother. She said that allergy pills helped them, so that’s what I’ll try. Here’s hoping. :)
May you all be well this week, with no allergies or obstinate, obtrusive hydrants in your way! And remember to love yourself, because you’re worth it.
*The post title comes from the saying I have hanging over my workroom window. When Lorraine and I were shopping at an antiques mall one day, we stumbled upon these placards, the kind that elementary school teachers used years ago to help students learn to combine phrases. We had a blast sorting through the stacks and being creative. My two placards: “She saw something big” and “out of the window” always remind me to keep my eyes peeled for wonder and magic, to think outside the box, to find answers and comfort in nature, to return to my Source when I lose my bearings. It’s a go-to, my very own personal aphorism. It also reminds me of my friend. Feel better, Baine.