Guess my blood sugar dropped

I'm going to throw up. Should I go to our bathroom? Or outside. Outside's closer. At the door I yell for Tommy. Last memory until I'm on the floor. Good grief. What is going on? Do I need to call a doctor? No. I'd be sent to the emergency room where I'd spend the day. But I want to be sure I didn't have a TIA (mini stroke) because there's supposed to be something you take immediately after one of those which prevents permanent damage. Tried to get hold of a nurse buddy... no answer. Tommy pulled out a medical book; we ruled out stroke. So what on earth happened? Went to Pilates this am for the first time in ages. I really need to work out some serious stiffness in the old joints. Had a satisfying workout and came home. As I fixed smoothies I began to feel befuddled. Dad had come in (thank you Lord.) Then the nausea. So what did happen? When we got up I'd had coffee, coffee only, while Dad and I sat outside. That is our weekend routine. About 8:30 he left for a run and I went to the Club for Pilates. Came home and started work on the smoothies. How crazy. My blood sugar must have taken a serious trip south. After Tommy caught me at the back door and brought me to the floor, he says I was minimally responsive for about a minute. Then I sat on the floor and sipped the smoothie. We walked around outside for a while. Since then I've sipped Coke and eaten some cheese. I still feel slightly nauseated but fine. Now while superDad cuts the grass, I'm taking it very easy inside. A lot of drama just to get to take a day off.

What Pops Did Today

He graduated from dismantling bikes to...

Happy Birthday, Connor!!!
My favorite 8-year-old

The Morning's Laugh

This is the way it's supposed to work. Oh how I wish I had a picture. Dad bought this nice little bed for Tracker so that he would not take over Fischer's bed. Oh how it warms our heart to go in the garage and see them snuggled in their beds, their respective beds.

Speaking of warm, notice the heater. Yes, we provide heat for our pitiful strays.

But, as I started to say, this is the way it's supposed to work. Imagine our surprise this morning when we found Tracker in the middle of Fischer's bed and Fischer curled up on Trackers!. Oh if only I had a picture. It struck our funny bones and we laughed and laughed.

Hope something today that makes you smile and perhaps let out a good laugh that begins in your belly and bursts out of your mouth.

Love you guys

Hi, I'm back; don't know what happened to this picture, it's fine on my computer. Anyway, I think you can see Fischer and Tracker, having played musical beds again.

The cat seems to rule.

surprising fb post/comments

What think you?

a fellow church member posted the following on her facebook page:

If someone wants to be a part of your life, they'll make an effort to be in it. So don't bother reserving a space in your heart for someone who doesn't make an effort to stay.

More that the post itself, I was surprise by the positive comments (9) and the 15 "like" that it generated.

I ask: What if the someone was in crises? What if she is too depressed to pick up the phone; what if that someone is your kid?

Is there no longer any cause to pursue friendship or to reach out to someone? Where is pardon/forgiveness?

I'm oh so thankful that just a few weeks ago two friends held me accountable when I got wrapped up in my own world.

...Oh love that wilt not let me go,

I rest my weary soul in thee;

I give thee back the life I owe,

that in thine ocean depths its flow may richer, fuller be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,

I cannot close my heart to thee;

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

and feel the promise is not vain that morn shall tearless be.

Near miss leads to cleanup

Last week Keaton (teenager next door) rode his skateboard into the street as I was driving home. It gave him and me a scare, and it motivated his mom and me to cut back some brush.

Yesterday I spent 2+ hours helping Jamie cut back privet, bush honeysuckle, and all manner of stuff (on her property) that was growing into the street. Tommy was ready to have me committed, but he did come over with the chainsaw to cut a couple things. An eyesore is gone and the neighborhood is a bit safer. That plus the pleasure of working with a friend and the satisfaction of a job done well make it more than worthwhile.

btw, Jamey, if there's anything of the gardening variety that you'd like me to do, I'd be more than happy to oblige when we're out there.

love you guys,

mom

Itty Bitty Honey Bunny Bread for Two Little Pigs just went into the 'fridge where he will rise only very slowly. Ready to be popped in the oven tomorrow morning.

full disclosure: I copied Alysia's floppy ears from last year.

Love to all and Happy Easter to all.

and...

Twelve or so hours early:

He is Risen; Risen Indeed!

Rejoice and Be Glad.

Tracker's Busy

No pictures... it's not exactly pretty, but there's the rear quarter of a squirrel, tail intact, next to Fischer on his bed.