When Life is a Blur
"I have a few projects then I'm going to be lazy." That's the answer I gave my wife last Saturday morning. In spite of how self serving that sounds I spent the morning on the "projects", all simple tasks for my wife (putting up curtain rods and curtains, winding the hose onto the hose reel, stuff like that), and the afternoon on my computer doing church work. Lazy or not it consumed the day.
Sunday I was up and out early so I could have the trailer to church earlier than usual for a couple of reasons. When you carry your church in a box others are limited in their ability to work on video or sound problems, set up equipment, etc until someone "opens the box". Box time was almost 5 hours between leaving and returning the trailer home. Of course in the middle I was privileged to be in worship with "kindred believers".
Of course the week begins with the dialysis trolley taking me on my regular "5 hour tour" followed by a nap then on to work where we have a major project going on for several days which I'm responsible to translate the results into our computerized scheduling system. 300 changes over 3 days, then review to make sure there are no mistakes so the scheduling can resume for next week's implementation.
Up early again yesterday for a mens small group meeting before breakfast followed by a full day at the office returning last night around 7:30 in time to fix my supper and unwind a bit before bed.
This morning the dialysis trolley stopped at "infiltration junction" so instead of having only 2 "sticks" in my arm I have 4 holes. Additionally I have an icepack taped to my arm to reduce the swelling and ache. Then when I get home I get to wrap it in a heating pad to reduce the bruising that follows. (See previous posts "3 needles" or "4 needles" about infiltration.) Later I'll go into the office to complete the "project".
Tomorrow I've scheduled off so I can spend the day with my bride. 38 years ago tomorrow I spent the morning and early afternoon working on my future father in law's boat. After coming home and washing off the evidence I went to the little church on the hill to await my bride. I had to wait a half hour more than expected when my "precious" forgot the rings and the limo driver had to go back home to retrieve them. I remember distinctly watching her come down the aisle, fearing she would faint any moment. I remember the pastor saying that I could "salute" my bride which in the archaic meant I could kiss her. So, tomorrow we spend the day together doing things we don't often do, eating things we don't often eat, going places we only seldom go.
I'll recuperate Friday with dialysis, followed by running the church trailer to a local community for an outreach that evening. A quick nap, afternoon at work then on to the event. Home probably around 11:00, then sleep fast so I can be at work Saturday morning by 4:30am.
Some say life is like a treadmill, always moving but going nowhere. I prefer to think of it as a carousel. The scenery changes but if you dwell on where you "are" it becomes a blur. Only when you look at where you are going can you enjoy the ride. "I'm not a mortal on a spiritual journey, I'm a spiritual on a mortal journey." (Unknown)
From today's Bible reading: Amos 3:3 "Do two people walk hand in hand if they aren't going to the same place?"
Sunday I was up and out early so I could have the trailer to church earlier than usual for a couple of reasons. When you carry your church in a box others are limited in their ability to work on video or sound problems, set up equipment, etc until someone "opens the box". Box time was almost 5 hours between leaving and returning the trailer home. Of course in the middle I was privileged to be in worship with "kindred believers".
Of course the week begins with the dialysis trolley taking me on my regular "5 hour tour" followed by a nap then on to work where we have a major project going on for several days which I'm responsible to translate the results into our computerized scheduling system. 300 changes over 3 days, then review to make sure there are no mistakes so the scheduling can resume for next week's implementation.
Up early again yesterday for a mens small group meeting before breakfast followed by a full day at the office returning last night around 7:30 in time to fix my supper and unwind a bit before bed.
This morning the dialysis trolley stopped at "infiltration junction" so instead of having only 2 "sticks" in my arm I have 4 holes. Additionally I have an icepack taped to my arm to reduce the swelling and ache. Then when I get home I get to wrap it in a heating pad to reduce the bruising that follows. (See previous posts "3 needles" or "4 needles" about infiltration.) Later I'll go into the office to complete the "project".
Tomorrow I've scheduled off so I can spend the day with my bride. 38 years ago tomorrow I spent the morning and early afternoon working on my future father in law's boat. After coming home and washing off the evidence I went to the little church on the hill to await my bride. I had to wait a half hour more than expected when my "precious" forgot the rings and the limo driver had to go back home to retrieve them. I remember distinctly watching her come down the aisle, fearing she would faint any moment. I remember the pastor saying that I could "salute" my bride which in the archaic meant I could kiss her. So, tomorrow we spend the day together doing things we don't often do, eating things we don't often eat, going places we only seldom go.
I'll recuperate Friday with dialysis, followed by running the church trailer to a local community for an outreach that evening. A quick nap, afternoon at work then on to the event. Home probably around 11:00, then sleep fast so I can be at work Saturday morning by 4:30am.
Some say life is like a treadmill, always moving but going nowhere. I prefer to think of it as a carousel. The scenery changes but if you dwell on where you "are" it becomes a blur. Only when you look at where you are going can you enjoy the ride. "I'm not a mortal on a spiritual journey, I'm a spiritual on a mortal journey." (Unknown)
From today's Bible reading: Amos 3:3 "Do two people walk hand in hand if they aren't going to the same place?"
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