More than eyes

The looking glass II

There are two types of people in our family. The partially deaf and the partially blind. Some struggle with the “What?’ And the others struggle with the where… Let me explain.

Recently my husband saw a mink or ferret cross the road while on his way to work. It so fascinated him that he told everyone about it. Before long like the “whisper in the ear” game, word got back to him that he had seen a parrot on his way to work. Much story telling and laughter insured as the family explained who said what and where had the story gotten mixed up. It turns out that the news had carried a story of someone’s pet parrot getting loose that winter day and sure enough Gavin had seen it on his way to work. For those of us that don’t watch a lot of television and get most of our information from the fake media of internet, there was no fake news about Gavin’s ferret. Bother what a mix up that was! Hilarious none-the-same.

While the telling of the story should include who has lost their hearing and no longer hears the right words, putting a news story with Gavin’s winters drive to work was the true mixup. Only a ferret would cross the road in the country in February in our neck of the woods. The Parrot would freeze to death around here!

Partially deaf can make for hilarious stories but can also leave one missing half the story.

And the partially blind. Some people still have driver’s licenses and see less that I do at times. That makes for scary passenger riding. I just choose not to ride with those people again. Being the one without a license has made my decision to not have to tell people about traffic, construction workers, which route to take, or follow a google-map. Driver’s that scares blind person should not be driving.

But there are other things that tell me much of the world has challenged eyesight. One is the lack of cleanliness that others might exhibit. Like failure to return glasses to the kitchen sink. Or Kleenex, napkins, or paper towels to the garbage can. Maybe I’m getting old. But that stuff bugs me. We had a puppy once that ate and choked and threw up that kind of thing. Soon I will have a grandchild crawling around. Cleanliness is a new “fighting the lack of foresight” thing for me.

The fridge and the cupboards of a blind person are all completely organized. Everything has a place. So important if you don’t want barbecue sauce on your salad. Marinade for meat just doesn’t go on salads. Funny how when the eyes don’t look so good, meat sauces and salad dressings have the same size containers. In my fridge anything for meat comes in a glass jar. Salad dressings all have to have the pop-up lid so they come out slowly.

We are more than eyes and more than ears.

Walking with Honey. She is more than eyes to me. She is my soon settled guide dog. Today she crossed the line into helper for me. I thought the puppy would never go away. Having a leash in hand tells her she is to help me. Of course she still tries to tug on the leash and play for a few minutes. Firm consistent commands are hard to give when a puppy is in tow and we need to flip the switch to helper.

Listening and feeling the oncoming traffic during our two mile roadway walk was such a blessing to me. My praise for her was ecstatic! While the first car came at us, and she did her thing well, the second vehicle came from behind. Harder to hear for me. But my trustee Honey heard, felt and saw it in plenty of time to react and nudge my knee, then pull me towards the ditch.

Today it is very windy. Flag day in our country. And the wind makes it a not so smart day to do the roadway walk. So instead we did some simple heel then help training right in the yard. First off, she followed my walking. Then I followed her. Trust.

Recently, my mother and I have renewed our interest in Psalm 119. Her study and mine were completely different, yet we had so much to teach each other about what we were learning. Verse 37 came to mind when I though of Honey and I leaning each other’s ways. “Turn my eyes away from all the worldly, meaningless that’s that distract me and let your priorities be mine, And restore me with renewed energy in Your ways.” This is a paraphrase of the amplified version.

Having a friend that is “more than eyes” is pretty amazing. Trusting her to take me places and to shut my eyes and let her guide me is not easy. What if she decided to play at the last second and I should fall? Well, it can’t be as bad as the broken rib, broken nose or a sprained ligament, so here we go.

Ripple in the pond

Nine lives, ninety-nine petitions

Psalm 27:14 “Wait on the Lord. Be courageous and wait on the Lord.”

There are days our hearts wake up heavy. Those days thoughts are not about self or the duties of the day. The mind wanders constantly. Distraction almost keeps us from doing our chores and forgetfulness of the present often leads to slicing a finger during the meal preparation. Today is one of those days for me.

I woke up thinking of the petitions that I needed to bring before my Lord. The supply that others are lacking. The need for God to intervene and lend us His supernatural aid.

1 The first person on my mind is my sister. Her recent bout with the influenza virus though undetectable by tests has led to complications. The weakness and fatigue that she feels has everyone who knows her concerned for her health and well-being. Times like these bring families together. Even if it is in distant messaging and phone calling. We are all pulling for her and desperate for God’s intervention on her behalf. Knowing what illness discouragement is like, makes me ache to shower her with love.

2 And because of her, I am drawn to the relationship of sisters. So my heart aches for my sister-in-law and her sister. Her sister has been battling cancer for four years now. Yet she courageously battles on. She lives each day viciously enjoying every detail in it.

3 The thoughts pull me towards relatives who have had to say goodbye recently. My cousin’s son has lost a half-brother in an unfortunate gun accident. The little guy was only three. Tears come quite readily when I think of this little one and his fifth-grade brother. My cousin’s son had his own brush with death just a year ago. Pinned to a fence by a fallen horse, he lost his spleen. Because of the rupture, his life will never be the rough and tumble boy-hood that a typical child lives.

4 Typical life, makes me think of my husband’s physical struggle right now. Dealing with neck pain and numbness that travels down his right arm, has nearly debilitated his work pattern. Working a typical ten to twelve hour day has not been easy. The pain has kept him from good night’s rest and from comforts of all sort. Living with pain on a twenty-four house basis led him to seek medical attention. He really hates doctoring and such.

5 There are those whose lives are constant pain yet they manage to reach out to others anyway. My mother’s neighbor is one of those. Ex-military man, Mr. Red, (mom can’t remember his actual name, this is his nick-name) fought in Iraq and has had complications ever since. Deafness, and other illnesses have followed him ever since. Tomorrow they remove one of his kidneys because of cancer. He has no close family so a distant cousin will be his stand-by. She is a retired nurse. So many requests.

6 Distant relatives turns me to my calendar prayer list. Every day I pray for the people that have birthdays that land on the number day it happens to be. Today my sister-in-law is alone on the list. Yet as a young mother of three and married to my brother adds four more names to my pettioning. She is such a sweetheart. Planning for her sister’s first baby shower moves me on to more “first” moment prayer concerns.

7 My daughter is expecting her first this spring and the excitement has all the auntie-Bee’s a buzzing! Getting busy on that afghan I planned to crochet gets me to thinking this blog better get done and my fingers ought to get busy with that.

8 Bunny trail thinking takes me back to the cute pictures that my sister-in-law has sent of her littlest one. Considering nephew thoughts leads me to two other nephews of mine who need the Lord’s direction and guidance. The first nephew that was born in our family has a birthday the eighth month of the year, so that would be my sister’s boy. She is the one with the flu complications. He is so worried about his mother. And plans to fly back for her docto appointments. Though he is far away his desire to take care of his mother is very honorable.

9 The oldest nephew on the other side of the family has decided that his dear little ones need more family near them. So he has decided to take a job back in the area. The challenges of house hunting from a distance has them recalculating all the costs of their decision. Moving is not as easy a process when one has a family and responsibilities.

These nine people have a ripple effect of petitions that could keep me on my knees all day. But there are chores to do. One of my favorite Bible characters is Esther. Study of her life in the book of her name in the Old Testament is one of my favorite things to do. She had a passion to save her people. So rather than hiding in a closet for three days before she went to the King with her plea, she fasted and prepared a meal of epic proportions. Her prayers, plans, and petitions worked. The King accepted her request to attend the meal she was preparing and her plea to save her people was heard. Being active while we pray is perfectly okay. So while I go out to cool down my geo-dome greenhouse on this warm sunny day, may God hear my prayers for theses dear people.

This project I did last fall after my rib was broken, is the start of a favorite pattern study. It is called “Ripple In the Pond.” Every person that ever exists has a ripple in the pond effect on all the people who know them, and on some who don’t. Yesterday my daughter’s boss was sharing with us the book that he recently read about Hugh Glass. His life had a huge ripple-in-the-pond because of his life as a sea captain, military service, and exploration of the Old West (early 1800’s). It brought this crochet pattern back into my mind as I considered these nine people.

Every one has their own list of family, friends, and acquaintances. May you have such a ripple blessing on the pond of their lives.

Rainy day projects

Not just for children

When the drip-drops woke me up this morning I knew getting out the door would be something like pulling a stubborn donkey to his feet.  Honey sits down and digs in her haunches at the first sign of raindrops. I thought I was allergic to rain.  She is worse!


So today her food went into a mini-pop bottle. That kept her busy -oh, about five minutes!  Then I was quite tempted to give her a sleeping pill so that I could go back to bed.  Not really, just tempting, that’s all. 

The dishes are all finally washed from our family gathering on Sunday. I know okay, I know I am am really lazy if it takes me two days. But the meat dish had juice in it to take to the cats in the barn. And I kept forgetting. I only feed them once a day, it wouldn’t be fair to take it down at a different time. 

So the dishes are done and the cookies are made. Bother, now I have more dishes to do!  What’s next?  Rainy day project lists are always for little kids. What about me? Can’t I have a rainy day list?

Most people go clean a closet or do some baking or paint the dining room.  Perhaps the best option for me is to just clean the counters off!  Cleaning isn’t very fun though. And anything that I do on a rainy day HAS to be fun.  I use to curl up with a talking book and crochet. For hours…  since the chiropractor told me I have to take more breaks, I really haven’t gotten any crochet projects done. It takes hours-hello.

The cookies are made and I didn’t even snitch one. Yet. So now it’s back to the cleaning list. I did get the floor in the bedroom swept, with a little honey-help. She ate the lid to some container. I threw it away after coaxing her to give it up for a treat. That wasn’t easy. I mean sweeping the floor. This crazy RP gets me dizzy often as I loose my place in the room. Luckily after t sweeps the  dust pan   was clean on the third swipe. 

Rainy days are meant for inside activities. Playing hall-fetch didn’t last very long either, so now that the sun came out it is time to go get our feet wet again. I really don’t like wet feet. So forgive me for this rubber boos  and shorts fashion statement. 

Now that I have spent the morning writing perhaps I should actually make that list. Let’s see…

To all those with a real diagnosis o ADHD  my apologies for this distracted by a four month old puppy writing. And good luck on that list!