Tomorrow

I asked a devout friend to pray for calmness for me and for the doctor to know exactly what I need.  He gave me this verse for tonight and tomorrow:

Joshua 1:9 Have I not commanded you? Be strong and very courageous. Do not be afraid nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

Supper Waiting

Oven skillet fried potatoes and corn bread waiting on Chris to get back from the hospital.   He is visiting his cousin who is extremely sick and is in ICU at Tennova at Turkey Creek. The past couple months have been so hard on so many I know.  Death.  Illness.  Divorce.   I don't know what to do for so very many of them.

I cannot make cornbread without 

Three Rivers Corn Meal!!!!  Seriously.   Since 2009 it's been horrible. Real cornmeal the

rural Depression Era folks in Corntassel and Soak used is no more.  Growing up we had cornbread every night.  There couldn't be supper without cornbread and milk.  Mixed together of course.  So with the losing of Three Rivers there is a loss of part of our area's rural history and a connection with it.

Knoxville News Sentinel article from 2009 

about the ending of Three Rivers Corn Meal:

Ending of Three Rivers

Ice Dancing

February 6th.  Can't wait.  Winter Olympics.   Hockey, skiing, ice skating, snowboarding.  The curling i can skip.  During the bob-sledding I hold my breath the whole time.  I'm not very good at that so watching it is an ordeal.

If I tried bob-sledding I'd so slip and fall while pushing the sled to get going.  Would be like the nightmarish time I tried snow skiig around 1993ish.  I was perfectly happy STANDING at the bunny slopes while Chris was off going down a mountain.  . Or was I even at the bunny slope?  I may have only been five feet away from the little area Chris and I got that worthless waste of time instruction we got.  I only remember being told that skiers do not like to be ran into.  Okay I thought.  Let me turn my poles in now because I already see where this day is going.   Where is the fireplace, hot chocolate and a book?

So.  I was standing there and one of the men we went with came up.  He was our friend's dad and a good skier.   He booger'ed the fire out of me until I agreed to get on the lift.  He said there was real snow and it was soft with no ice.  Perfect for learning and I couldn't learn in the toddler area.  I don't think he understood I didn't care to learn.

So I finally relented.  What. A . Disaster.  I fell getting OFF the lift.  I barely made it to the actual cliff area. (Okay. Hill.)  It was terrible.   Fred went on skiing.   Guess he thought I'd just follow along and learn on my way down.  Guess he didn't really know me that well.  Goes down as one of the worst days of my life.  Chris enjoyed it. He did well.  Course everything he tries he picks up pretty fast.  Good thing I was already in love with the Winter Olympics or I'd for sure hate them after that day.

Ahhhh.... Okay.  Not planning to leave the TV much during that time. Which is nothing new. Why couldn't I be recuperating during the Olympics? I'm going to have to plan this whole problem-after-surgery crap I keep running into better.  Chemo freaking wrecked my body from the moment it first entered that stupid port. Both my sister and Chris said "NO more surgery! Ever....."  (I tend to agree.)

I have another doctor's appointment in Nashville tomorrow.   I'm thinking he will cut away some more infection.   Ewww.... but it will be okay.   I kinda felt sorry for the ole doctor and his nurse last week.  He had been out of town and hadn't seen the wreck the breast cancer reconstruction revision had become till last Friday.  Yes. Revision.  He was trying to fix the wreck made at another hospital from two years ago.

He was pretty upset as he cut some icky stuff away. (No worries.  Not too bad.  Didn't hurt as much as some would think.  But I'm very nervous about tomorrow.   The infection is more gross looking and I don't want him to touch it. I'm afraid he'll hurt me! )

The doctor left the room for a minute last week and the nurse said they hated for this to happen to someone like me.  She said they of course don't want complications for any patient.  But especially one sweet like me and who has been through cancer.  (How sweet she is herself.  I think Chris might argue about my sweetness.)  I think she meant because I wasn't a typical plastic surgery patient???  I'm a cancer survivor. This isn't a choice.  (BTW.  I'm not a pink fan. Off subject. Again.  I know.  Sorry.  Isn't this supposed to be about the Olympics? Yes....Maybe I'll blog post about pink someday....)

I'll think I'll make Chris take me Downtown for lunch at Big River after the doctor.  Our favorite so I doubt I'll have to twist his arm.  It's not very far either from where we will be.   Or maybe Demos?   Nah....Big River.  Chicken Fried Chicken.  I can taste it now and may start salivating like Pavlo's dogs if I don't stop daydreaming about my love of it.

Anyways.  Back to the Winter Olympics.   I'm watching a free trial of the Universal Sports Network this week.  Lots of coverage of events leading up to February 6th.

Couples ice skating is on now.  I really like watching.  However I much prefer ice dancing-I think that's what it's called.  I like how fluid it is and how the couple touch each other-almost the entire time.   It's beautiful.   I wish it were on.  I think it may not be as popular?   Seems the competitions for ice dancing are not covered like ice skating.

Countdown to  Sochi.   Enjoying very much....

Calendar

Our calendars arrived today for those who would like one when they come pay taxes.  They are the small sticky back calendars that are easy to put on a refrigerator or car dash or just wherever.  I've ordered some for the past couple of years after many folks would stop by and ask offices if they had any.  Not many businesses give them out anymore.

Daddy loved the small calendars.  I can't remember who he got them from.  I think maybe from Mutual Insurance.

When Daddy died in 2008 when he was 82 he had a calendar stuck on the dash of his truck as always.  I kinda flipped through it.  There was one date circled.  Only one.  May 13th.   The day Momma died in 1990.  If I were a betting woman I'd bet he had circled that date on every little calendar from that fateful Mother's Day from so many, many years ago.

Seeing that and then hearing people asking about calendars since 2008 at the courthouse made me decide to start offering them.   Some widower out there in Monroe County may have lost a beloved life companion.  A beloved wife who could never be replaced.  Like Momma was to Daddy who never dated or probably never even considered doing so after her death.  That widower may want a small sticky calendar to stick to his truck dash with an important, life changing event of losing their one true love circled in remembrance.

Lucy sticks one on her 

printer at her counter.