Today was one of those days again. We have a bank appraiser coming to our home this weekend, and I am at a snail's pace trying to make the home more presentable, and the yard less cluttered. Meanwhile my berries are all ripening at a gazelle's pace, and I have to pick them, and process it from my garden. The raspberries are yielding nicely, and we are enjoying much of it fresh, as I have no patience to make jam this year. The majority will go in the freezer. Already, my blueberries, and Saskatoon berries are ripening as well.
In the midst of this, I had my washing machine fixed. The water pump was cracked on it. Imagine with a big household and no washing machine for a few days.. So we are all catching up now. I squeezed in a nice visit with a friend who also lost a daughter over a decade ago. She tells me that we are still so early in our grieving stages, even though in August 18th Deborah will have been gone now for 2 years. Truly, many days we don't know where we are with the grief.. Are we standing still, going backwards,or moving forward on the recovery phase.. if there is even such a thing. Yesterday, I went to the graveside, but had no flowers. I picked some wild ones, some Margaretta's and Morning Glory; all white.
The biggest surprise of the day was hearing from the Diamond Building next to Vancouver General Hospital. A well known orthopedic surgeon's receptionist called to say that she had a cancellation, and can I come in for an appointment on July 5th.. Of course, I said. I will have X-rays made, and followed by my meeting with the surgeon. He has raving reports, and I am very pleased that my initial consultation has been initiated, by an urgent plea from my family doctor. So, I thought I'd share this with you all. Maybe by the time my surgery comes around, I will have a daughter who is a certified nurse. God has it all in control, even though we don't see the whole picture now.
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