Sometimes It's A Plan B

My grand babies take after me they love the water.

Lindsey likes to cook, she baked a little cake to celebrate.

Sisters back together and Heather looks wonderful. She is really happy in Santa Cruz.

Axel was glad to see us. He hadn't forgotten us.

I love my baby.

Sometimes the best plans get changed by things we can't foresee.  May 31st I flew home on the first flight out of Oakland. I was going to be in California until June 16th.  It seems that I am allergic to the state.  I became sick with asthma while I was there and it was literally the worst asthma attack I have ever had.  I wondered if a ventilator was looming in my future and I am serious as a heart attack about that.  I sipped whiskey on the airplane to try and control my cough. The passengers were looking at me and the stewardesses were coming over to try and help, just what I like most, being a spectacle.

When I finally got home I thought about going directly to the ER. I didn't. Have you ever been too sick to go to the hospital?  I hadn't slept at all in 2 nights and I had all the medications I needed at home. I have a nebulizer machine and all the da das and gizmos.  What I thought is, that if I could make it through the night at home I would go to the doctor first thing in the morning. That is what I did. My doctor wanted to admit me to the hospital. Money is an issue when you don't have a job so I asked to please try keeping me at home. He agreed. One big steroid shot in the big bo hiney and a bucket full of prescriptions and off to the house and my own wonderful bed. I made it. I have been making a good recovery here in my sweet home.  I decided to let you all imagine me vacationing in California and let the blogging rest too. I was too sick. The disappointment was so intense. When I left my daughter I was just sobbing. I could hardly let go of her. Our visit had been so precious we laughed ourselves silly. It was so great to just be together and love each other. She worked every day but one, and I had to leave the day before she had a day off. It was a dirty cheat.  What I do know is, God is in control. I know that He is good. I do not understand why this happened, but I had to trust Him that there was a good reason for it. I don't have to know what it is. I never made it to Debbie's, and there were some blog buddies I was going to meet. All of it got scratched. Plan B. Go home.

We did a lot of living and loving in that one week. I missed the wedding and seeing the little grand babies. I insisted that my Hunny go on the trip without me. I was actually back home before he even left!  He couldn't do me any good being here. He has worked so hard and his whole family was going to be together for this wedding. The little girls had birthdays and his cousins were coming down from Reno. He needed to go. So I sent him with my blessing. It's been actually nice to be home with just Kayla and rest and putter around.  As I improved I'd get up early like 6 am and go work in my garden for a couple of hours. I have still got the touch, the garden looks amazing. Those truck loads of horse manure have done amazing things out there.  Some of my zucchini plants have leaves like elephant ears. The plants are gorgeous.

I also took advantage of my husband being gone to get some other projects done. HA HA. I had the broken windshields in two cars fixed. I went through junk and tossed it in the trash. I washed all the blankets and linens on the bed. Steroids do crazy things to me. I get the energy of an army. I did PACE myself and rest. I have done some stupid things on steroids before like paint the house. The outside of the house! No, stupid projects this time.  The other thing is I have been taking a lot of wholistic supplements and got back on my cod liver oil. Blech yum blech yum. Is anyone else addicted to carrot juice? I can't drink enough of it. It's interesting, but carrot juice satisfies my sweet tooth. I am almost completely off of sugar.

And now for some good news.

I am well enough to go to Texas for a family reunion. My mother died when I was just 26. Her youngest sister is having a big family reunion. My brother and his wife are coming and all of my cousins. I haven't seen any of these people in probably 20 years. I didn't even know about it until the California trip was planned. I was really upset about missing it. Now, I am not going to miss it. It's a short drive only 6 hours. I had my windshield changed on my car and am getting it serviced and the oil changed today.
Tomorrow early, early we hit the road and will have a little trip. The amazing thing is that I have recovered so fast. Usually when I get sick with asthma it's a really long drawn out mess. I guess the good Mississippi air is the ticket for me.

I already miss my daughter and all the kids. They want to move here and that is all I can think about. I just want to get my arms around them again, and frequently!

There is nothing like family. I am so blessed to have a home, a garden, friends, and a life to live. When I got home my friend brought me fresh milk and vegetables from her farm and filled my refrigerator with good food. I didn't even have to go to the store.

My world is full of beauty. My heart is full of hope. My arms are full of children large and small and for all of this I give God thanks. Even when things go wrong they can be right.