By Patricia White
I used to feel as though the days flew by, then it was the weeks, and now it’s the YEARS!! Every time I turn around it is Christmas again. The day after Labor Day, I now see Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas Decor go on sale at Hobby Lobby. As soon as the merchants warn us we have 119 days until Christmas, the year is almost over again. Run, run Rudolf ‘cause I’m reeling like a merry-go-round.
First on my agenda this year was Cataract Surgery that went very well. I’m going to tell you I was crazy-kind of scared, no matter how many people told me it was a piece of cake. I did my usual praying for days beforehand that all would go well with no complications. When the day of surgery arrived, being very anxious, I began to pray to Archangel Raphael, whose specialty is healing (i.e. fixing broken things). When I checked into the surgical center and got all gowned up, I was told my nurse, Raphael, would soon be in to take over my care. My heart skipped a beat when I realized my own personal archangel had come to be with me. I teared up. Need I say more? I had one eye done on Monday and one on Wednesday and came down with the flu on Friday of the same week. Although my eye-surgery outcome was perfect, 20/20 vision gave me no consolation as I trotted like a goose back and forth to the bathroom …. a reaction to Tamiflu. I know, let’s get this New Year started, right???
Fast forward a few weeks, with a glimpse of spring and slightly warmer temps, we moved our motor home to our favorite spot on the lake for three months. Being only an hour from home, we had the luxury of motoring back and forth when the neighborhood natives got restless or the sandbox got too crowded. Or when we just yearned for the pleasure of drinking our morning coffee on the lake’s edge as the ducks swam by, nodding, “Good morning, Humans.” We loved being out there, hanging out in our little gazebo, grilling, dancing in the moonlight and drowning worms, until Spring sprung and the heat drove us home. As we wound our way out of the park on our last day, we heard a loud crash. With a bedeviling feeling in my gut, I opened the door and I saw that we had wrapped our still-extended awning around a telephone pole. By means of a little help and a few bucks later, we secured the mangled awning to the side of the motor home and thanked God that was the worst thing that happened during our stay. The Glampets were on the road again….headed home. A good time was had by all who visited. Fo sure!
Between the heat, the rains and Hurricane Harvey, it was an eventful summer. If you didn’t have water in your house, you were blessed. We were blessed. Neighbors were helping neighbors with many paying it forward. We saw much sadness but a lot of gladness too. We lost our precious kitty, Tiger, but as soon as the airlines were flying after the storm, we got another precious kitty, a two-year-old female, Doll-Face Persian
We endured football season, ignored Halloween, thoroughly enjoyed Thanksgiving and here it is Christmas time again. The purple and gold LSU tree is up, the Nativity is in place and years of decor is scattered around the house. Outside lights are blinking and Santa Baby is playing on a small but melodious speaker in the kitchen window. I can still remember Eartha Kitt singing that song, do you? CYO Center, circa 1953. We are prepared to host our beautiful family for Christmas and anxiously await the arrival of Baby Jesus.
Like I said, what a difference a year makes. Family members were reunited, a new baby was born, two more on the way, new friends came into our lives and old friends crossed over. We are survivors, warriors, wild ones at heart. I’m getting a new knee in 2018. Wonder Woman goes Bionic! I hear that Zydeco Music playing, waiting for me. I shall dance again. Stay tuned…💕
Miss Cakes
