Mostly Nothing

As I sit down to blog this morning, there is nothing significant on my mind. I don't like those kinds of mornings. I think my mind is busy with the details of our family reunion which is tomorrow. Did I dust this, did I vacuum that? When should I make the potato salad? How many pork chops should I buy? The decisions I face over this go on and on. Funny, isn't it? Once the "cousins" are here I won't think of all that because the decisions will have been made and the food prepared. Besides I will have my sister's morale support. With Ken under the weather I have had to do what we normally would share. I even mowed the lawn yesterday. Mowing was my job many years ago when one had to push. But when DaddyO got his rider, he suddenly like playing with his toy so the job fell to him. I hadn't driven a rider mower for a very long time (who's the farm girl here?) and asked Ken to show me how to start it and how to engage the blade and so on. I got a blow by blow description and then took off. First thing I did was get too close to the bricks around a flower bed and picked up one of those bricks. The clatter was deafening. Worse than that, he was watching me. He took it pretty well and told me I couldn't get that close. Hmmm, is that why I think everything should be trimmed after he mows? I always laugh at him when he acts like mowing the yard is such a big deal. It's one of those hahas couples have with each other. I did notice my back noticed I bounced around for an hour and a half yesterday. Sorry, Ken.

This morning I must make hay while the sun is shining. (Ooops it is a very cloudy day but you know what I mean). Ken has his follow up after surgery appointment today at 11:45 in Merrillville (my favorite place). Hopefully, Ken will feel well enough to let me do some last minute shopping. It isn't that he doesn't "feel good", but he just can't sit very long and finds his bed the best place to lay for comfort. I hope the doctor gives him good news on the healing process so that he will be encouraged a bit. The surgery area itself doesn't seem to bother him as much as a place where a cyst was removed. That is also in the area he uses for sitting so this has been a tough 11 days. He has not been out of the house except to watch Josh paint the house.

This evening I will go to Midway to get my sister who is coming in from Florida for the reunion. Bless her heart. Her husband needs 24/7 care so she had to make arrangements for every moment she is gone. I feel for her and I'm happy she is getting a few days of respite. Jann never complains. Things are always "getting better". Whenever the rest of the family asks one another about Jack and Jann, someone always smiles and says, "it's getting better". I know Jann is influenced by Robert Shuyler's positive thinking gospel. There is a lot of value in that. What if she would complain and feel sorry for herself? Her life would be miserable. As it is, she enjoys life and is always looking for the good in it.

It will be late when we get home tonight. I've so enjoyed the warm evenings we have had lately and wish tonight would be another of those but I have my doubts. Last evening Ken was hot on the computer watching just where the storm line was and when it was hitting here or there. Our son John called and said they announced on their news station that Bass Lake (about forty miles from here) had received inch and a half hail. I'm grateful we didn't get hail for many reasons, but a personal reason would be that our garage is full of painted shutters and so our car is outside. Inch and a half hail would make a mess of any car. While I was talking with John's family members, the city warning alarm went off there and they were all headed to the basement. I'm sure glad my son has a basement to protect his family. There are five grandkids there. Each one of them had to talk to Grandma last night, even the sixteen year old. It was a sweet time of sharing. They are coming a week from tomorrow for the baby shower and Recker reunion so each of them was filled with expectation about coming to Grandpa's and Grandma's house. The little one was just giddy. There is something thrilling about that, isn't there? Family. Brings tears to my eyes. Think how God is thrilled when we look forward to going to His house to have a family reunion with His family there.