A heartfelt thank you to all veterans who have served to keep us safe…
I have a lot of military relatives and without getting all political, I must admit I’m very, very proud of them all!
My father-in-law was in the Navy as was one of my uncles. To them and all veterans today and always, thank you for your service!
I know I’ve talked about my youngest son before in some detail but not too much lately. He was only 31 when his dad passed away last year and he is also special needs.
Dave works out with a trainer at the park district three times a week, but he’s needing more to occupy his time. He started a therapeutic riding program a few weeks ago and loved it from the start. He has rarely been as excited about anything before (unless it involved a Chicago sports team😉). I really wasn’t sure when he got up close if he’d get on the horse, but he did and he’s never looked back!
The first night they used a western saddle, then an English saddle to challenge him more and the third week he rode with just a blanket. His horse’s name is Dakota and Dave told me he couldn’t believe how warm the horse was. He’s fed him carrots and apples even though he was a little leery of Dakota’s teeth!
Equine therapy helps with core strength and is a wonderful gait training exercise. It also involves lots of bending and reaching on horseback which helps with flexibility and balance.
Most importantly is a developing relationship with Dakota in an activity that is youngest’s alone, as no one else in the family rides. It may even evolve into a volunteer position down the road. So excited about the possibilities!
Here’s me after first cataract surgery wearing my pirate shield at night for three nights to protect my eye. Day following surgery I tested 20/30 in right eye and it may even improve so I’m already thrilled!
Surgery was simple, longest part was nurses sloshing drops in my eye beforehand for more than an hour. Oral sedation only, so it’s just relaxing. Was worried I’d see a scalpel coming towards my eye, but all I saw were blue, purple and white lights.
I can see fairly well for everything already but second eye will be done on September 6. Right lens corrects for distance and astigmatism, called a Toric lens. Left lens will correct for reading and will also be a Toric, so hopefully I will no longer need glasses.
I will, however, need tons of makeup as you can tell from my makeup free picture above. I’m frightening myself ever time I look in the mirror! It was easier to ignore the imperfections when I couldn’t see as well, lol!
Going without mascara for a month or so is one of the most difficult parts of this whole process, but I’m too afraid to take a chance on ruining things so I’m making myself wait 😞
I did spend Saturday afternoon at a reptile show held at the golf club where DDIL works. Not totally wild about snakes and lizards and stuff, but it was a pretty fascinating presentation and the guy did a great job of presenting scientific facts interspersed with fun things for the kiddos!
We saw an iguana, another lizard named Pancake, three pythons including a giant albino one named Sunny, a tortoise, alligator and bullfrog. I elected not to hold anything but I did pet them all. It was pretty much like touching purses! Do I know how to spend my weekends or what?!
Slowly I’m getting back to writing. I hope you like this first shaky attempt…
That place where my heart dwelled
Has been raw and empty
A wound leaking life’s blood
Since the moment you left me…
Why keep drawing breath
Day after night after day
Searching for a semblance of reason
When faced with your untimely death
Grasping at thoughts while the mind reels
Holding close pieces of me that threaten to shatter
Searching for hope to let in the light
That every tortured breath steals
From my fractured heart to a sadder place
Where darkness reigns and mourning is king
No more attempts to bargain with a higher power
I accept our fate with reluctant grace
Deep in my soul I yearn to know again
The wonder of love in your glance
Will I ever move beyond the pain
And allow life another chance…
Weeks become months of their own accord
The sun rises and sets, oblivious to my despair
Then one day with dry eyes I awaken
To find I’m battered but still unbroken