I Took a Sick Day
Well, this isn’t really my place. It belongs to Dad’s estate, but I am living here alone now until I find a new home. I would be further along in hunting for one, but my back bothered me all last week and on the weekend I came down with a head cold, and Monday with a fever. So I gave up and let myself loll around in bed and my recliner drinking juices and herbal teas, and generally letting this run it’s course.
By 6 PM I was a bit hungry so I had a cream of tomato soup with crackers, and then decided that I could try to get my work for WTM done as per my Monday night schedule. I managed to complete getting the current issue of Reflections up on the site.
Yesterday I caught up with quite a lot of emails, and went to the city in the evening for a Board meeting. I was yawning a lot by the time I came home, but I felt like I was getting back into the stream of life.
I’ve about worked my way through the left-overs in the fridge from when the family was all here, but it’s hard to know what to prepare for meals. I’m used to designing them around what Dad would like, and now I have to stop and ask myself, what would I like? If a full recipe is for 2-4 people, do I want that many meals the same, or shall I try to divide the recipe?
March 16th, 2007 at 11:14 am
Ruth, thank you for posting these notes on your blog. I wished I could have been there for the funeral. I always looked forward to seeing your dad when I visited Hague. It will be strange to be “home” and not see him. And now you are talking about moving to the city! I can understand your thinking, but with prices so high, it might be hard to find a place that is affordable. We will be praying for you as you work through these changes in your life.
Dan
March 16th, 2007 at 3:15 pm
Thanks, Dan,
for your kind words. Yes, I’m spotting more and more things I miss about Dad too. He was generally comfortable to be around. As for the move to the city…I figure God can provide even there, and the idea of commuting daily, when I start offering courses, etc., is not an appealing point. In a way I’m very confident of rich blessings, and in a way I’m burning with curiosity about how God will work it out! Just like a faith missionary.