Sometimes, it’s the way he looks at me and smiles.
Then there are times where he doesn’t even have to smile or anything… I can see it in his eyes.
Sometimes, it’s the way he laughs at the silly things I say.
But there are still those moments when things aren’t so funny… he won’t laugh or say anything at all, really. He just rests his shoulder against mine to let me know that he’s there.
Sometimes, it’s the little things he does… like bringing me that first cup of coffee in the morning, or surprising me with my favorite candy bar. It’s not even about receiving a gift, it’s about the planning or forethought, if you will. It makes me feel so loved that he was thinking about me, even when I wasn’t with him. You know, sometimes I’ll wake up from the sensation of him tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear… he’d been lying there watching me, as I slept. Isn’t that so adorable!
I could go on and on about all the sometimes that I have felt loved… and these examples are about my husband. I haven’t even gotten to God, yet! If I could share with you all the times that I have felt God’s love, it would fill a book… oh yeah, I already did that!
Let’s just leave it at this:
With enough examples gathered together, one might say that I always feel loved! But, since it was very hard to pick just one time to tell you about, I opted for a handful of my sometimes.
Yep! I think that should just about sum things up for how I’m feeling this morning.
There are days that I simply wish to clock out of this 9 to 5 homeless gig… and just go on vacation. No, this doesn’t have anything to do with anything… I’m just ready to live like a normal human being, if that’s even a realistic expectation anymore… ugh!
I’m not really happy with the pictures I used to update Journey With Me’s website for the new year, so I’m sort of on a quest to find a fun theme for this spring. What to do, what to do?
I could go full nautical, with short stories, ditties, and fun seafaring food recipes… stuff like that.
Or, I could head for the hills with a camping, hiking, woodsy theme…
I don’t think I’m up for foodie stuff on a large scale, and I doubt you are either. We’ll just keep to the cookies,
with an occasional review from Gabriel, who considers himself a pretty good judge of flavors…
What I am seriously considering is a fun mystery kind of theme. Some of you may remember when I did several episodes last year called Tuesday Tattler, which read somewhat like a journalist writing a column in a paper…
If I do a mystery theme, I think it would be really fun to take this miniature version of my persona and take her around the world on some hilarious assignments…
If you haven’t noticed yet, I deplore boredom… can’t stand wasting my brain!
And… if I don’t like reading the same old same old, I suspect that you don’t either…
As a writer, it’s important that I keep your reading experience fun and engaging, among other things. Your thoughts are important to me, so let me know what you want to see more of this year…
We finally got to sleep in, with mom’s back hurting and keeping us up and all. She actually slept all night long… and barely even moved! I, being the older puppy (even if it was only by 12 minutes), felt some concern at first. I insisted that Bailey lick the inside of mom’s ear just to see if she would move. She did, but only to swat at her ear, nearly missing Bailey’s backside as she did so…
No worries… my sister slid down onto the pillow safely. But, you have to admit that it would be pretty funny if mom’s hand made contact with Bailey’s bootie at just the right time, flinging her onto dad’s head. On second thought, maybe not…
It’s really nice here, and we might both get kicked out of the bed… guilty by association, dad would say.
Anyways, as I, Gabriel, seem to be the only one concerned about sending you your Monday message (well, the only one awake), have taken the time to make breakfast for everybody.
Help yourselves and enjoy the goodies. I think I’m gonna snuggle back down with mom and sis for a bit…
I know that today’s prompt asked about my favorite road trip, but in December of 2023 there was a similar prompt that asked for my most memorable place visited… you say toematoe, I say towmotto! Either way, it’s a fruitegible… just sayin.
Enjoy…
My most fond memory of a place visited would have to be Kamloops, British Columbia.
When my oldest daughter was about eleven, I wanted to do something special with her… just the two of us. I packed her up and drove straight through from Seattle to Kamloops for a massive Native American Gathering… a Powwow! I had wanted to attend one for much of my life and finally had an opportunity for a Mom Daughter Road Trip, so I took it!
I woke my girl up during the night, packed her snoring little body into the passenger side of our Toyota Camry and headed for Canada. We drove straight through Banff National Forest, which was amazing, by the way. Once we got to Kamloops and dumped all our stuff in the hotel, we headed for all the noise!
*This is AI generated*
We attended two days of amazing displays of incredible Regalia, outstanding music and intense dance performances… f.y.i. taking pictures willy nilly is considered quite rude. If you wish to take a picture of someone, it is sort of expected to give a gift in return. I learned this early on and left my camera in my purse.
We toured the local museums, got lost driving around in the countryside and ate whatever we wanted. I will never forget that trip. I honestly can’t remember what I bought my daughter, but she picked out a necklace for me that I have kept to this day! It is a bronze cast of a wolf’s face. Though the necklace bindings all gave out, I have continued to reset the cast all these years later.
While some may think I remember the Powwow as my favorite place to visit… in truth, it’s the time spent with my oldest that holds my memories fast! She and I haven’t spoken in some time. Many years have passed since we were that close. No matter how angry she is, no matter how unforgiving she tries to be… I know we will always have Kamloops, and that is enough memory to get me to the gates…
Ladies and Gentlemen, I still can’t sit in a chair… let alone, move very far from the bed.
But, I can move slowly and carefully, with slow being the operative word!
In terms of progress and recovery, I’m getting there… even if it isn’t as quickly as I’d like for it to be. One would think that all the downtime would be welcomed rather than rejected. If I want downtime, it would be preferable if I had it on some sunny beach, with a fruity drink in my hand… not trapped in bed. The thing is, I do NOT like being helpless… it freaks me out!
I lay here all day feeling a mix of panic, frustration, guilt, and self-shaming over my own weakness. Yes, this woman of God still has pity parties and panic attacks! I think it simply comes from lack of sleep and being in pain for an extended period of time. Spirit, mind, and body work together to balance me out… and the body part is just offline at the moment, that’s all!
This girl has to show herself some grace, exercise her faith … and be at peace with her own fragility…
Thanks for listening, my friends 🧡
The truth of things is this, I got a bad back… have had for a number of years. While this has to be the first time my low back has gone out this bad, and for this long, once I get the pain and swelling down, things should balance out. Here’s where it gets tricky! While trying to manage pain from an injury, I have to deal with responses from both my Fibromayalgia and IBS. Fibro is lit up from laying in bed for so long without moving, and IBS has destroyed my ability to consume nsaids without my stomach starting to bleed. YAY!
I took an Ibuprofen for the first time in two years, this morning. I’m hoping I can get away with it just this once without too much trouble. I am eternally grateful for my Lidocaine patches, or else I’d have gone to the hospital by now. Actually, what I’m currently doing is probably the very thing the hospital would offer, aside from an x-ray that’ll most likely show that yes, I have arthritis there, and yes, I’ve probably herniated the disc from coughing, of all things.
If I can spend 4 days arguing with myself about whether or not to do a hospital visit… it isn’t an emergency! As long as I can see some improvement, even if it’s only a bit, I’ll resume my medical care after we resolve this homeless thing…
While I usually stick to cookies, right now, I’ll welcome anything fed to me… preferably, take-out or anything I would normally deem unhealthy!
Why?
Because I’ve been flat on my back for 4 days with my back locked up, that’s why. Isn’t it standard protocol to consume tons of unhealthy comfort food when you’re laid up? I’m certain that I’ve read that in a magazine or something.
Anyway, right now, I could go for some really good Pad Thai Chichen (I’ll pay for eating all that spice, but I’ll let tomorrow’s Wiwohka worry about that) and some really good ice cream (the more nuts, caramel, and chocolate, the better).
Well, WordPress asked!
I hope you all appreciate the work it took, just to mix your cookie dough this morning…
Journey With Me! 