Will IT EVER End?

When is it going to be Spring around here! That's the question I wonder as I watched the snow falling, and the wind whipping around on Friday, and Saturday. Just the day before, the ground was bare, the grass beginning to turn green, and the robins chirping away. But all that changed in an instant. Isn't that how life is? We are surrounded by change all the time. Maybe God wants us to take a break, and reflect on that.
I watched as the birds scrambled to get food in this storm, and was glad I went out on Thursday, and filled the bird feeder with seeds and fruit. Friday night, when I went to let the dogs in from the garage, they were running around the car, looking for something. It turned out there were two robins up in the rafters, trying to get out of the storm. I left the back door open so they could fly out when they wanted.

There was a bright spot, tho, as I was reading the newspaper Thursday morn. I spotted an article about how ARC had sold all these many dozens of roses for people with disabilities. I remember someone had asked me if I would be interested in buying some roses from them for ARC back in March. Somehow, we never connected, so as I was reading this article, it said there would be extra roses for sale @ Skylark Mall. So feeling bad I hadn't gotten some, I called Earl and asked him to stop there after work and get some roses. He brought home the most beautiful bouquet of rose of various colors. There are still in full bloom today, and I smile when I see them.

Dad went to Marshall on Saturday, for his secular franciscan class, and I went shopping. I got the material for Raquel's quilt. I'll tell all of you what you can do to make it special for her later. Then grocery shopping...the price of food increasing is making me sick! Along with gas! But that didn't stop us from going to St. Cloud Sunday after hearing the Children's Choir @ St. Mary's, and eating out at Olive Garden, shopping @ Sam's Club, and going to Crafts Direct.
Sunshine, and melting snow! Now that's the way to end a great weekend! Thanks be to God!

7 Random Things about Me

1. I Love chocolate-I keep a stash by my bed, and nibble on them one at a time before bed. I've been known to hide a bag of them, so I could have them all to myself.
2. I sometimes find me talking out loud to myself when I'm shopping, and looking for things. When I realize I can be heard, I just hum to myself, and hope no one thinks I've totally lost it.
3. I love clean sheets...I feel I can associate with those people in the fresh scent commercials who spend all their time smelling the freshness. The first night under fresh sheets is heavenly.
4. I will never stop seeing the wonder of new life...in a birth of a baby, a birdie, puppy, kitty, flower, bunny, butterfly. Just amazing!
5. I'm a hopeless romantic...I used to read any Harlequin book I could get my hands on(and I had the 5 boxes full of books to prove it) , love getting flowers, and plants, homemade cards, and gifts, special desserts, or surprise parties.
7. I, too, love to sing...in the shower, the house, in the nursery, at church. It took years to get up and sing in front of people, without a quivering voice, and though I still get nervous, I try to pour my heart out when leading the hymns.
So that's a few of my favorite things. Enjoy reading all of yours.

What's your Name?

We had a slow day at work, so I was first assigned to be the hospital's NST, where I basically ran errands for any of the units. Boy, you sure do a lot of walking! I was miffed at being a NST, at first, as I asked myself what in the heck am I suppose to do, and where am going to find things, if I'm asked? But, as many times it turns out, I learned my way around the hospital, a little bit better, and actually had fun doing it, and meeting other employees on different units. Then, just as I was getting used to this new role, I was asked to sit with an elderly patient, who was, at times, confused, so the nurses could do other tasks, and not worry about her getting hurt, or pulling out tubes. When I arrived, her primary doctor was just leaving her room, and then her nurse came in and informed her that her NG tube could be removed. She seemed pleased with that, and handled the removal well. I introduced myself, and told her she could now have some liquids for supper. Soon after, another doctor came in and talked to her about her tests. It sounded like good news, and she told the doctor just that. Then, she turned to me, asked me what my name was, and wondered if I lived in the apartment down the hall. I told her she was in the hospital, and had been very sick. She smiled, and said she remembered. But now she had wasted her day away sleeping, and she needed to get up and get dressed. I told her again, she was in the hospital, and the nurses wanted her to rest in bed. She was having no part of that. So, I asked her to wait while I got some help getting her up. Of course, she didn't need help getting up, but with a little conjoling, she agreed to wait for assistance. We then proceeded to get up, walk out to the hallway with the use of a walker, and come back, and sit in the chair for awhile. We talked about our families, and found her to be a very pleasant person. She later decided she had enough of being up, and so I helped her back to bed. Again, she asked me what my name was, and even suggested I write it down for her, and also, the nurse's name. She thanked me for visiting her, and helping her with her juice. She thought this apartment was very nice. Did I live in the same apartment? When did I move in? I shared this night with my co-workers. One of them said, "I wonder what we'll be like when we get to be 88?" I reflected on that, as I thought back to that morning at home. I was suppose to go out for coffee at Cariboo's with some of my "retired" nurses, and they were meeting @ 9:30. I wrote the date and time on the calendar, so I wouldn't forget. Guess what! I forgot, and got a call from one of them asking me if I was coming. Is short-term memory that short term? Now I have to remember to look at the calendar each day to see what's going on. Hmmm, maybe that move to the apartment down the hall isn't that far off? Now, what room was that?