Another morning has broken. Chilly, but not bitter cold. Which is a Good Thing.
Wife is quite ill, I've called the doctor office and they are "working us in", so we'll be leaving here shortly. A small amount of snow on the roads, and some really interesting traffic accidents.
I owe a bit of apology and explanation.
I know that my gripes about the weather, etc. seem a bit tiresome. After 20-some years living in the South, and in areas where snow and cold were either very rare or nonexistent, coming back to snow and cold is, well, not my every dream come true. Yes, I lived in this area for many years before the move South, hated it thoroughly then, and I was 25-30 years or more younger than now. I will never ever like winter, ever, but it comes with the territory. I do derive a little bit of satisfaction (not much) from noting the lengthening of the "day" part of the 24 hour cycle. The astronomers tell us that the "day" part today will be 9 hours 55 minutes, with tomorrow being a bit over 2 minutes longer than that, so we should be passing the 10 hour mark in a few more days. It's something: I do get glum when I look outside and find it dark before, WELL before, 5 pm. Every day, the sun comes up a minute or so earlier, and sets a minute or so later. It's some progress anyway. But there is snow on the ground now.
And another apology and explanation. I often make mention of Dear Wife's physical problems. Perhaps it is of little interest to others, but it is very much a part of our existence. Having a "complex condition" as the doctors sometimes refer to her case, means that everything is tricky. And that means we spend a lot more time, attention, and money with doctors, clinics, hospitals, and pharmacists, than most people do. Before our marriage, I had had some issues when in my teens, but cleared up within a few years, and really hadn't seen a doctor in quite a few years, and had no particular interest in doing so. But now, we frequently are seeing a doctor or clinic several times a month, and often more often. She takes around 18 or so (I lost count and it changes from time to time) medicines every day. Some in the morning, several at night, several both times, and one to be taken morning noon and night. They are setting up an infusion of Reclast to treat her osteoporosis, which will require four DAYS of absolute bed rest. Just for one example. So it occupies much of our attention, and there are times she really can't do much, and is feeling downright awful. As she was last night. She completed a course of antibiotics Tuesday morning for a sinus / upper respiratory infection. We'd decided to hold of on re-starting the weekly Humira shots, just to let things settle. But last evening, late afternoon really, she came back from "watching" the great-niece, and she was running a fever, feeling dreadful, and went to bed for about three hours. She'd really not eaten all day -- definitely an anomaly -- and didn't eat until she got up for a little while. I made her some dinner and she took some of her meds. Going back to bed shortly after. I suspect a kidney infection, which is very VERY dangerous for her.
Our plan was to make the 20-mile trek (each way) to the doctor office this morning for a 2nd pass at a urine sample, the first one didn't look good, but the combination of nausea and the diarrhea from the ulcerative colitis had, to no one's surprise, left her dehydrated. Also very dangerous. So we intend to make the trip, but she's calling them to warn that she may have something else going on and the doc may need to see her, not just have the nursing staff collect the sample. Just part of our life.
We all understand, vaguely, that at some point our bodies aren't quite the same as when we were 18 or so. We get into some denial there, and some people even go through things like liposuction, Botox, face lifts (and other things lifted also), hair color, viagra, hair plugs, etc. trying to delay the inevitable. But sometimes reality forces our attention. I have been blessed to still have most of my faculties and I can physically take care of most of her day-to-day needs. But that may not always be the case. That reality weighs heavily on me. I was living far from here when my own parents were in their final years, and had very few times of contact with them. Others stepped up. In our case, there may be no one else. My hope and prayer is to be granted the ability to take care of her along the entire path. After that, I don't really care.
So please forgive what must surely be less than cheerful and boring. God has brought us both through quite a lot, and we are grateful for that. But sometimes, like that "stone in the shoe", the moment's reality forces our attention. Apologies.
We took in a small kitten on a rescue thing about 2 months ago. Tiny, orphaned (someone had driven over her mother and siblings and squished them: I had to clean that up also), and nearly starved. And cold. So we took her in, and she's prospered. Now as big as the adult males. And now, going into "heat". We've not been able to have her spayed, and she was too young anyway. But the result is for the last few days, and probably for the next week or two, she's wandering around the place squalling. Loudly. Just another day in Paradise. It does make me laugh, some, at the behavior she exhibits, being not a whole lot different from the behaviors that one can observe when humans are also ruled by their hormones. Examples are not hard to find, are they? We don't expect a cat to know better. These days, we don't seem to expect much more than that behavior from humans.
I'd like to think that we are called to something better. The kitten hadn't had enough time with the mother to learn some basic things that even instinct doesn't cover, they get taught by one generation (mom) to the next. As humans should. But I see far too many cases with humans where mom didn't teach some pretty important things, sometimes because she'd never been taught them herself (which frequently gets into why she has those kids), and that also perpetuates itself. And, too often, dad is absent or anonymous. Not good, in cats or people. Which is why it is so important to hand down these things, the lessons, behaviors, wisdom, and history that they will need in life. Vital. We'll be seeing some of that throughout the Exodus and the rest of the Pentateuch.
The Old Testament reading here is chapters 13, 14, and 15 of the Exodus.
The people are -- finally! after 430 years! -- on their way out of Egypt and being led to the Promised Land. Great day! and celebrated every year, even today, thousands of years later! And the message and the tradition and the "remember" are very definitely passed down, the memory kept alive.
But Pharaoh had a change of heart,. And decided to break his promise and recover those slaves. Had to terrify the people, seeing the chariots and horsemen chasing them and only the sea in front of them. One of those "impossible" situations. One of those "Lord, why are You doing this?! Moses you tricked us!" moments. Had to be. But the Lord had another plan. A miracle,if you like. And the Jews remember that miracle to this day, as we should. The Lord is in the rescuing business. Trust me, I know this to be true. Just when you think all hope is gone, He has an opening to step in, often in ways we couldn't have imagined.
Yet, notice another thing: when things get scary, they start to think that the life they had known, bondage and slavery, wasn't quite so bad after all, maybe. Sounds a lot like the "backsliding" that we used to hear about, but, oddly, is rarely a subject these days.
The New Testament reading here is verses 1-15 of Matthew 19.
Sad to say, much of this is no longer much taught in many churches, not "politically correct" you know. Like the naming of two and only two sexes: male and female. Nothing in between and no changing one to the other. And divorce is a no-go.