No Cake...

It hasn't been any pieces of cake these last few weeks. No matter how much I try to get back into a good routine, I just can not do it. There's a daily obstacle. I am so sad at looking at my home that is in such disarray! If nothing stops me, then it's the way I'm feeling. Like today, I began okay then I couldn't find the paperwork I was looking for and when I did, it was too late to go out and do what I needed to do. It was nearly noon I was already exhausted!

Next I began dinner. How hard is it to make spaghetti? I decided to make some tortillas so that took awhile but they came out really good.

One of my sons came by with his kids and they had dinner with us. I also made some jello and old fashioned tapioca pudding. This was nice.

My daughter made dinner for her boyfriend and herself, It was good, I had a bite. Before he left my daughter wasn't in a good mood anymore.

It wasn't the boyfriend, it wasn't us, it was herself feeling sad because she doesn't have her own space here in our house.

She doesn't want to spend any money for rent and none to fix my old house so that keeps here in our home.

I got upset after she was so rude to me when I was giving her some options so I just left her alone.

Surprise to me was she came to my room later and apologized. That was a major step for her, she thinks she always has the better solutions. We talked and came up with some ideas, let's see if we can get them working and done.

No piece of cake yet!

SAINT PATRICK'S DAY

It was a great and beautiful day. The weather was perfect. I felt my best since the injury and got a lot of things done. My kitchen finally looks the way I like it and I removed the crib for more space in the small bedroom. For dinner I made some steaks smothered in bell peppers and onions that I sauteed in red wine. Rice and mixed veggies added to the great meal. For dessert it was old fashioned rice pudding. We all enjoyed it all!
My daughter's boyfriend came over and surprised my husband and I with a bag full of souviniers. Candy, coffee, and some beautiful handmade coasters and a chopping block. he knows about my Holy Crosses collection so he brought me a lovely handmade wooden cross. This was truly a most wonderful Saint Patrick's Day!

FIRST TIME OUT

So after 6 weeks, I was finally able to go grocery shopping with my best friend. We get together every two weeks to get food and paper goods then do lunch. I really wasn't sure I'd make it into her car but yes I did it! Getting out of the car isn't bad it's the entering the car that's rough on my injured leg. I'm slowly getting better, with the word "slowly" being the way things are, slow. I walk around for awhile then I feel myself getting tired and then if not rested my leg begins to hurt. I keep thanking GOD for the miracle that I can still get up and walk every day and remember to say HIS Will be done.

My little puppy finally did her puppy thing this week. She is going nuts being inside so much and then in her crate when I've got to go out. She took a bite out my grandson's really nice official football league cap, luckily my grandon is only three and it didn't faze him as I was mending it and my son wasn't upset about it. Then this morning my pup kept going into my daughter's bed room and running out with a slipper, then another, I kept taking things away from her until at one point she went bezerk and began running like crazy all over the house. She jumped on the sofa then our bed and ended up in bed with my daughter! That got her a "time out" in her crate. From the store I brought her a rawhide bone I figured she'd take awhile chewing that.

She's stronger than I thought, it was in pieces in minutes. So she had her first time out loose, so she could let out all that pent up energy. It worked, only, it's just five minutes at a time for another week before she goes to the vet again. I'm counting the days for both of us.

March 1st

It turned out to be a lovely day. I'm getting along a little better. My husband told me he'll be working on setting the grave stone for my dad next weekend. My puppy's doing good about her surgery stitches, she acts as though she went through nothing. It's because she's young. Her big sister wants to ponce on her and play, so it's hard for me to take her to walk. I feel sorry for her because she wants to be outside and doesn't understand why she can't be. I'm determined to make phone calls tomorrow and make appointments that need to be made. My daughter sent me a rosary, a bracelet and a necklace as a surprise a few days ago. What a sweet thing to do.
I also saw a movie on the life of Saint Pio, this weekend, what a moving story. A good beginning to a Lenten season.