Late Start

I just got started on my blog when I was interrupted with a visit from John's nephew and wife with their son, Jackson and their neice, Brook. Since John was out for a hair cut, I entertained over a cup of coffee and some rhurbarb cake (so glad to finally get rid of it)! I had gotten up late due to a very hot and muggy room last night and too much caffine in my system (I guess) so did not get very much sleep. Round about 6:30 I fell back to sleep (surprisingly, but oh, so nice) and woke up at 8:30. I had just had my morning coffee (thankfully I put clothes on instead of my housecoat) and was just settling into a quick blog when the doorbell rang. It always begs the question "Should I ignore it or answer it?" Since I had not seen Jason for quite awhile and knew he wouldn't care how I looked, I invited them all in for another cup of coffee. Jackson, their son, headed straight to the bedroom where he knew all the cars were and didn't waste anytime with "hello" or "may I? I found a little doll and some 'girlie' toys for Brook and everyone was happy for awhile.

John phoned (he had gone out for coffee) and hearing there was company, he came home right away and we continued on with our visit (they were suggesting it was time to go) but we talked them into staying and having a bratwurst and some salad and so I quickly made some macaroni & cheese for the kids and a Caeser salad for us and we were set for another 'sit me down' and visit. After a visit and playing with our grandson's "spiderman' ball in a quick soccer game, they were off and I was off to do all the dishes.

Of course, you always say 'don't worry about the dishes' but then again, someone has to, right? Well, that someone was me. Not that John wouldn't help me but you know what it's like? I want to do it myself .. my way.

Anyway, back to my blog. I am reading this book called "Good to a Fault" and I'm half way through it. I won't go into what it is all about but the girl in the story is recounting about her father's and mother's death. How much they each went through in their suffering and how 'well' they dealt with it in their own way. It got me to thinking about my own mom and dad, and their parents and other people in our lives. It is a personal (and permanent) thing ... death ...even the word sounds 'final'.

"Her mother's had been an awful, staggering death, everything about her ravaged and ruined, all her beauty gone. Her father, eighteen years earlier, had died more beautiful than before, pared to bone and sinew, made clearer, his soul visible. Her mother had drained away in despair until only the husk was left and the poor husk suffered no longer. Which would Lorraine be?

Not sure why but it struck a note in me. It makes you wonder what you yourself will be like if you were deathly sick, or ill or laid up due to accident or illness. If death is at your door, will you be ready? Will you make light of it all, or try comforting those who are comforting you? Will you be a 'good' patient or 'demanding and obnoxious' because of what you are going through? I am hoping I will be the ideal patient because it is IN me to do so not because I have to, want to or should. I feel I have a long way to go though, so hope my health holds out for me! I'm still in the 'learning curve'!

Anyway, it was just a flash thought and now I am on to other things. Just got a call from a friend who wants to set up coffee for us for next week. Goes to show how busy we all are in that we need to plan a week in advance or else something else will ALWAYS fill in the gap! Now, I just need to pencil in somewhere that I need to remember to check my daily calendar!