Today… was busy. Jazz started summer school today; he’s taking TWO classes. The first one (PE) starts at 11:30 and runs until 2:30. The second one (Band) starts at 5:00 and runs until 9:00 p.m. So, I’m tired, but not NEARLY as tired as Jazz is going to be when he gets home tonight.
And just think, we have FOUR more weeks of this. *sigh*
Outside my window: The day started out overcast and a bit scary looking. We had a pretty good-sized blob hit us and though it didn’t really storm, we heard thunder in the distance thereby causing the worst of it to miss us, apparently.
The blob is moving past us now and the temps are rising, along with the humidity. I love living in Missouri, but I could definitely do without the humidity.
I am reading: … nothing at the moment. So much has happened this past eight weeks that I haven’t had the time, or the energy, TO read anything.
However, I started to read, and intend to get back to reading, “F is for Fugitive” by Sue Grafton. The alphabet murders are a bit simplistic, but that’s not why I read them, I like the main character, Kinsey Millhone. Though to be honest, she’s almost a bit too masculine for my taste.
Right now, I’m thinking about: … Kevin, of course. My husband hasn’t been out of my mind for very long periods of time since his accident on April 16th. He was in a lot of pain yesterday, so much so, in fact, that he had to go back to bed and take a nap. When he succumbs to bed and a nap, then I know it’s bad.
He’s been overdoing it. He’s been in his chair all day, every day, this past week and I think it’s caught up with him. But what can I do? I nag. I complain. I bribe. I get angry, but the man is stubborn. He thinks his body should already be back to normal and the fact that it’s not really annoys him.
I wonder: … if I’ll ever get back to writing. I want to, I sit down to start, but then my brain sort of shuts itself off and my creativity goes out the window. I have ideas, but ideas don’t write a story.
I’m going to try my darnedest to set myself a schedule and stick to it. I’ve been distracted and I wish I could say it’s been solely because of Kevin, or because the boys are home, but I’ll be honest – it’s because I’ve been haunting Twitter again.
I have got to seriously cut the Twitter umbilical cord – again. It’s almost sick how addicted I get when I jump on there.
Anyway, my goal is to sit down and pound out a 250-word Flash Fiction piece for tomorrow. I mean, it’s 250 words, SURELY I can write that much.
Right?
Right??
In the kitchen:
* Monday: Fried Chicken
* Tuesday: Breakfast
* Wednesday: Chicken/Pepperoni Spaghetti
* Thursday: Pot Roast
* Friday: Go git (I take Friday and Saturday off from cooking. Kevin cooks on Sunday, with help 🙂 ).
I’m cooking fried chicken right now and I have to tell you, it feels weird to cook again. I didn’t have to cook for four weeks and then two weeks after Kevin came home, we had family constantly bringing us food. Though I would have loved to continue that trend, we started feeling guilty and put a stop to it.
Which means, it’s up to me.
To feed my family.
Which means I have to cook.
Have I mentioned I LOATHE cooking??
I’m sure I’ve mentioned it a time or two (or a hundred).
I am really excited about: … going to the doctor tomorrow. Not for ME, oh good Lord no, but for Kevin. Finally, finally, we get to go see his orthopedic doctor tomorrow. They plan on taking more x-rays so they can see if his fractures are healing, or God willing, ARE healed. We’re hoping the doctor will tell us that he won’t have to wear his braces anymore.
This whole doctor thing is a bit squirrely. Since they actually worked on him in Columbia, this doctor down here in Springfield was sort of pushed onto his case. So I wonder if he truly knows what’s going on. Plus, since they couldn’t work on him here and had to send us to Columbia, I wonder just how good the orthopedic doctors are here in Springfield.
I hate to say that, but I do wonder. In fact, tomorrow will be the first time I’ll get a chance to meet his orthopedic doctor. Every time he came to visit Kevin at the hospital, I wasn’t there. We’ve been warned that he doesn’t offer very much information other than what is absolutely necessary, so we have about 17 questions (no really, we wrote them down!) to go over with him. It’ll be interesting to see how he handles our questions.
One last thing I want to tell you about before I go:
Have you seen this Nike commercial?
I love stuff like this! Soooo inspiring. I love how it depicts how someone can be on top of the world one minute and then not the next minute. The world is fickle, isn’t it? All the more reason to just be yourself.
Or just do it.
Either way, it works for me. 🙂
Let me tell you the story behind that picture up there:
I had gotten Burger King for my guys one night and I don’t know, Dude stuck the bag on his head, which caused Kevin to stick the bag on his head and then Jazz had to get in on the act.
Sometimes, being surrounded by testosterone is difficult. (But entertaining).
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