I just threw my wet jeans in the dryer to dry off and so that I could warm up. It’s 11 am and we have had 2 inches of rain this morning. The lightening flash at 6:53 am woke me up. It was so bright, I thought surely it was later than that. No sunshine wake up vibes this morning. The lightening strikes continued for another hour. Need less to say, the pot of coffee is already empty.
What to do on a rainy day but catch up on everything in the house. There is a batch or two of tomatoes to process, but I’m waiting for a little more “light” on the situation. It was so dark, all the lights are on. That did not help much though.
The latest “back-pack” is completed and now it’s time for another project start. Crochet is the easiest thing for me to do when the sky is so overcast. Might be time to consider some lighting changes in the house.
Shortly after I began this entry, my sister who also has the RP gene and is just beginning to find “blind” challenges, called to tell me her lighting situation took a dive also. She has a perfect lamp for her work / office area, and the transformer or lightbulb quit working, and now she is hunting for a new lamp. For those of us with low vision finding a particular aid is often like looking for a needle in a hay-stack. We can certainly feel each other’s pain.
This morning or the radio someone was “advertising” his blog as a “running faith tal.” Or how to trust God on a daily basis. What does his blog have that mine does not? Well, advertizement for one thing. But yes, I would probably call this my “walking faith talk.” Or maybe it’s my journal on Deuteronomy 6:7, my journal while I sit in my house. And mostly about the way that I walk (in relation to the eyes that god has given me.
Maybe my rising up and lying down isn’t as exciting as someone else’s life, but this is my life. I am doing my best set the word of God before my eyes. No I don’t wear “frontlets between my eyes.” I can’t imagine looking at others and seeing little televised boxes displaying the words of their hearts, minds and souls on display for everyone to read. It makes one think twice about what is displayed on all the social media stuff.
Saturday morning was another rainy day and more tears. It is so hard to explain that moving things was not the problem. Yes, I know my hubby wanted to help. And yes, I know he could put stuff back. But just one little thing out of place, set my visual field in tumbles and suddenly, I was having “shock” waves when I did not now know where I was. The peripheral vision is so low for me, that If somehting moves, or someone moves, I get an electrical shock through me when I see the wrong thing. When what my little squirrel brain is expecting, and it’s not there. BOOM! No fun. After this happens two or three times in the presence of someone rocking my tree, I get a mad rush of anxiety. Not fun at all. There is no fix for this. Slowing down does not necessarily help. Sitting still is often my last resort, because I would rather be doing something.
I find myself leaving the presence of the offending movement rather than hanging onto the sides of the rocking ship. How do I keep up with the changes that are constantly coming my way?
On a better note, recently my little 22 month old granddaughter learned the phrase “What’s up?” She repeated it over and over with a very long drawn out vowel sound. Then, said in her own little matter of factness, “That’s so funny!” So here’s a little more of the “what’s up” category of my life
Book: on the fur trade and the making of America-that’s a lot of animals that are dead now. The numbers are staggering. Kitchen- processing another batch of spaghetti sauce made our stock pile full in the closet. Any thing else will have to be for giving away. People-can be a blessing and a challenge. Like the neighbor lady that does sewing for me. She is so wonderful. Like the phone calls when I trying to work with both hands and they have a headset of bluetooth device and just keep right on talking despite my attempts to hang up. And the garden…
Ahh, the garden! It is my happy place. I do love to dig in the dirt and watch things grow. The hydrant garden is getting a makeover. I dog up all of the irises last week and put them-in boxes until I could get back to them. Then I dup up some of the lilies on the north side of the vegetable garden. Those went right into the hydrant bed. Today, I put one box of irises back into the bed and put all of the tulips in that I had saved in the basket in the old house through the summer. I sure hope this makes the purple blooms far more numerous next spring.
Planting bulbs, is like planting hope!