A Shingles Shot

Since I had only had a very mild case of the chicken pox when I was a child and I had been quarantined at Eagle Lake Camp for two weeks due to a chicken pox outbreak, I was STRONGLY encouraged by my internist to get a shingles shot.  Easier said than done . . .

The pharmacist in my Bible study said to only get a shot at a clinic.

I called my clinic.  I could get in in two weeks.

I went in today.

The first thing the nurse asked me was if my insurance would pay for it.  I didn't know and my phone isn't working. She gave me a phone and I called.  If insurance didn't pay, it would be roughly $400.00.

Insurance would pay.

Then I asked, "Can I get a shot if my husband currently has shingles?"

The doctor responded with "yes".

I got a shot.  Fortunately, it's only a pain in the arm even though it was a pain in the b _ _ _ !

 

Three Days at the Y!

Saturday

Saturday I taught CPR-PR/First Aid/Emergency Oxygen at the Y.  What did those who know me say?  "Tell Matt "Hi" for me, okay?"  "Matt's a great guy."  "I miss seeing Matt . . ."  I'm glad they love my son, too.

Monday

Poor Carolyn agreed to teach safety with me Monday night.  We were doing "Reach, throw, row, but never ever go!"  I'm pretty sure she had absolutely no idea what things I could throw at her to help her safely float!  The kids loved it and were laughing hysterically.  Carolyn will probably never teach with me again.

Tuesday

It was one of those days.  I went from the screamer to the cutest little guy ever to "Mr. Wiggle".  One more week, just one more week . . . then it's winter break! 

Tene

It looked like a boot on Tene's leg - but it wasn't. When she was still in the womb, a band of tissue wrapped around her leg. As Tene grew, so did the swelling. They couldn't find anyone with the surgical skills who would help them, and her mother despaired. But thanks to friends like you, free surgery on the Mercy Ship turned Tene's clunky gait into the happy skip of a typical three-year-old. <<Watch Tene's inspiring story now>>

We'll be there . . .

I talked to every single one of my students and their parents last week, letting them know that we were having swimming lessons today.  Yes, it was Black Friday.  Yes, it was the day after Thanksgiving.  Yes, I was going to be at the Y and you had better be there, too.  They all said "No worries, they'd be there."  Right.  

First Class:  1 out of four students;

Second Class:  0 out of two students;

Third Class:  3 out of six students.

Really?  Really.

Raising Bread.

At our house, we have a bread raising drawer in our oven that we use all the time - seriously!  So at Dad's house yesterday, Micah wasn't sure what she was going to do give her cinnamon rolls a chance to rise before she baked them.

She said she had seen it on Instagram and she was going to try it.  We preheated Dad's dryer (yes, exactly what you put the clothes in!) on high for fifteen minutes, then turned it off.  She then put the rolls in the dryer and in less than thirty minutes - success!  Amazing . . . 

The Gift Goes On . . .

Close to thirty years ago, when our friends JP and Rosemary got married, her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law refinished an old wooden couch and chair for them, sewing new cushion covers in an off-white . . .

Close to thirteen years later, when JP and Rosemary were able to afford new furniture, we were moving to Lakeville.  They offered us that couch and chair for the downstairs.  We gladly took them . . . 

It was a good five years later that we were able to afford new furniture for the downstairs.  JP and Rosemary did NOT want the couch/chair back so Sam managed to creatively destroy the wooden bits - can you say "chainsaw"?  But we kept the cushions.

Years of fort building and mosh pits came to end as our kids grew up.  Two cushions were destroyed by knife throwing over the long winter months, leaving us with just six of the original eight.  

Last Wednesday at Bible study, I asked if anyone would be interested in some couch cushions.  "They made excellent forts!"  Seriously, I had a brawl!  Emily won.  Today I dropped the cushions off at her house and before I could even leave, the first fort was being built . . .

 

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

. . . from our house to yours!