Seeing Clearly

This is an update for All Misty-eyed and the Surgery following.

After Ten days: My husband is seeing extremely well with his new lens. The doctor had run several models using the numbers he had. Each time the computer recommended a different doppler, ranging from 17 to 21. The doctor selected the 20 doppler. He is really pleased, because yesterday's test showed the vision between 20-20 and 20-30--almost perfect. It was just in time too, because the other eye is beginning to cloud badly. They have scheduled that surgery for March 6th. Thanks for all your prayers. . . and I'm thanking God for one conscientious eye doctor in Colorado who kept records well after the date he was legally obligated to keep them.

Passion

This was our Sunday Scribblings prompt word of the week. At first I didn't think I could write about it at all. After all, on Saturday I never feel very passionate about anything. That's the morning when I wake up at the usual time, smile and remember that I didn't have to set the alarm last night and I could sleep for hours if I wanted to. Then I get up, of course, because I love being up early when I don't have to be. On Saturdays I play and loaf and do laundry in between. My kids are home from college, my grandkids come to visit in the evening and bring their parents. My parents call, or I call them. Today, I'll probably go work out up at the gym. I'll play something fierce like "Flying Dutchman" or "O Fortuna" as I slog away on the treadmill. I'll e-mail my sister, and challenge all my relatives to a round of herd a word on facebook. In short, I have a very unpassionate day planned and I like it that way. I'm passionate about it. When my husband used to work in the operating room, people would ask him if it was an exciting job, almost as if that would be one of the perks. He always responded that He hoped not. You don't want excitement in the operating room, you want calm success.
That's what I want today, calm enjoyment of all the people I love so passionately.

P.S. Tonight, when my two grandchildren were over, Zaya and I were sitting at the bar. He finished a bite of chicken and said: "This chicken is so good; it's juicy and tastes kind of fruity. Like acorns. Do you know if you squeeze an acorn you will get acorn juice and it's so good too."

Thirteen Reasons Why I Really Don’t Have Time for Blogging:Especially not for Thursday Thirteen

Thursday Thirteen

Income Tax—I need to file it.

Unruly Hair—I need to style it.

I need to grade papers--heaps and stacks,

Defrost the refrigerator’s crammed-full racks,

Clean all the bathrooms; they’re smelling musty,

Wash my car; it’s looking dusty.

There’s a new poem book I must explore,

And stuff that needs sweeping up off the floor,

Lesson plans I have to make,

Potatoes to peel,

a supper to bake.

And then of course, I’ll frost a cake,

Because...

It’s my birthday. I’m fifty three.

And a catchy ending has eluded me.

…must be shades of senility.

Sunday Seven

There were seven of us in children's church today--six little ones and me. We prayed for three grandparents who were sick, one cousin in Iraq, and a puppy. Then we had a discussion about different ministries in the church and which one each child wanted to do. I know they are probably too young for this, but they were attentive and even tried to pick what they wanted. One said she would make a good teacher; another said he was more of a "one on one friend" kind of guy--that's the one in the picture. Another said he would be an "apostle" because he was daring and liked doing new things. One said he really felt like he would be good at any of the gifts. That's the difference between children and teenagers, or adults for that matter. We are afraid to admit what our gifts are for fear that someone will actually put us in a position to use them. They just offer them freely.

We finished with a Bible quiz game. They were in teams of two. The winning team exited whispering to me--we got ten! The team who came in second were both saying loudly, "We're second" "We got eight!" and the third place team was smiling and very proud as they handed me their seven cards--"We got seven!" Nobody was upset that they didn't win. No pouting or sniffling. What a great way to end a Sunday morning service.