That's me. Negligent Ninny. Not at everything but certainly at some things! The blog being one...
I'll keep it brief, but all is well here in the Junction. Life continues to tick along at a pace that, although less "city-fied", is still brisk for my short, stubby physical legs as well as my "soul" legs. You know what I mean, don't you? The fitness your soul has that can carry you just so far and just so fast without it starting to gasp for air, for space, for "soul rest"?
Well, we have been on a bit of a marathon around here, and either I'm getting better at handling it, or you caught me on a good day...
Spring Break has come and gone - two weeks! I LOVED IT! Not the part about the kids being home. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids - but two weeks of sibling crap makes me feel like bungee jumping without a rope. But what I do LOVE is the break from routine! Oh, the glory of all of us waking when we're ready and having nothing to get to by a certain time. Mmm Mmm Mmmm. Of course, there was the little detail about the fact that I was on my own with the kids the entire time...
A couple weeks before the break we found out that Mom Symanski was scheduled for a major surgery. And with Mom being 81 years old, surgery of any kind poses all kinds of risks. It wasn't a hard decision to make - Ken needed to be there. Thankfully it was during spring break and he could go for more than a few days to help out and spend time with her and the rest of the family (he was gone three weeks). She was doing well and to make a very long, convoluted story, short, they cancelled the surgery altogether after they looked at more of the results of further testing they did. She has an aoertic anuerism in her abdomen that is just too risky to operate on. Overall the best decision, although difficult. And overall the BEST decision to have Ken go there to be with everyone. Not only was it valuable time spent with his mom, I know he was a huge source of encouragement and laughs for his siblings.




The "marathon" includes more but I said I would keep this brief. For my sake. I need to go get some of that "soul rest" that I need in order to keep from becoming the hideous, grouchy bear that takes over my being when I start to tire out. It's not a pretty sight. It's the kind of thing epic horror flicks are made of.
Jesus,
You sustain me, intrigue me, calm me. I love you.
'til next time,
Dianna