Saturday, March 31, 2012

Inspirational Quote of the Week: Thoughts on beauty and details


Jalál (Glory), 10 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Saturday, March 31, 2012 about 1:55 PM Pacific Time

"God is in the details."  Architect Ludwig Mies van der Rohe

In the subtle lines that flow,
ascending
through the reflections
of dark and light,
day and night.

Beauty and glory
revealed
to my eyes
every morning
and evening.

Sometimes we forget to look at the deals of beauty in everyday life. At the buildings, we enter or live in. Watch the clouds moving across the blue sky and forming shapes, which intrigue our minds. Look closely at the ants crawling across our driveways or sidewalks, as they hunt food or return to their homes.

Look at the detail of everyday items. Look closely and you will see the divine beauty reflecting back. There is beauty and perfection in the details that we sometimes miss because we are looking at the entire item and not focusing on the subtle elements that make up the objects we are using in our daily existence.

We live in a world containing both natural and human created beauty. Sometimes we look at a skyscraper and do not see the subtle line incorporated by the architect. Instead of looking at the details, we look at the dirty windows and the litter on the sidewalk around it. We need to look at the beauty and if we cannot see the beauty then perhaps we need to clean up the litter so we can see the beauty of details.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Family History Friday: Making Family History in Las Vegas


Istiqlál (Independence), 10 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Friday, March 30, 2012 about 6:10 PM Pacific Time

I signed up for the 9th annual southern Nevada caregiver conference, which occurs on Thursday, April 26, at the Alexis Park. The name of the conference is Inspiring and Empowering Caregivers to Navigate the Journey and it will last from 7:30 AM to 4:30 PM.

I all most talked myself out of going yesterday and came up with several reasons why I could not attend. This morning, I attended the monthly caregiver coffee at Desert Southwest Chapter of the Alzheimer’s Association. I took the registration material and my checkbook. I arrived at the location early, so while I waited for everyone else to arrive I signed up and wrote a check.

Now the only thing to do is find someone to be here, at the house, from 7:00 to about 8:45 AM to stay with Mom until the daycare bus comes to pick her up. That person also needs to be her between 3:00 to 4:00 PM when Mom arrives back from the center and the woman arrives who helps Mom get ready for bed at night.

I am going to the conference. This is an educational opportunity and it is relaxing. The only time I get out of the house is to pay bills, buy groceries, go to the bank, and buy gas. I need to do something else.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Thankful Thursday: My washing machine works


Istijlál (Majesty), 9 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Thursday, March 29, 2012 about 2:03 PM Pacific Time

I think I have posted this before; however, I did laundry today. It is so nice to have a washing machine in the house that works and does not overflow the pipes in the spin cycle. Every time I do laundry, I give thanks for having a washing machine in the house.

I always took the washing machine in the house for granted until had to go to the laundromat. True, going to the laundromat has its advantages. You do not have to hang clothes on an outside line or a drying rack inside the house. The advantage of having a washing machine in the house is the ability to do laundry everyday.

If you do laundry everyday,
it does not pile up
and you can fold put it away as soon as it dries.

If you do laundry everyday,
you can multitask
while the laundry is in the washer.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Tuesday Thoughts: Mom took her doll with her today


Fidál (Grace), 7 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Tuesday, March 27, 2012 about 5:30 PM Pacific Time

To some, it might see strange that my mother, who was 91 on March 19, plays with dolls. Mom has Alzheimer’s disease, so I do not find this strange at all. Mom got the doll for her birthday it is a beautiful doll. Unfortunately, I do not have a digital camera and my cell phone will not let me send photos to my e-mail account. As soon as I get a digital camera then I will take a photo of the doll and post it.

Mom loves that doll. This morning, the C.N.A. took the doll and placed the doll by the light. The C.N.A. then gave my mother her shower and after the shower, Mom asked for the doll. Mom remembered she had the doll, which is unusual become Mom forgets about some of the thing she has, but she remembered.  

It is wonderful when Mom remembers recent events or objects. I know that Mom does not think she is 91 years old. I am not sure how old Mom believes she is; sometimes I ask, but most of the time I just let it go. Getting the doll must have made an impression because she remembers it and she even takes it to bed with her sometimes.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Monday Mumblings: A good beginning to the workweek


Kamál (Perfection), 6 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Monday, March 26, 2012 about Sunset Pacific Time

This morning and early this afternoon, I had a bit of difficulty with my computer. I had to restart it several times and start two of the programs in the safe mode. However, things seem to be going well with my computer now.

This morning, I went to Smith’s Food and Drug store on the corner of Sahara and Maryland Parkway to pick up a prescription. After that, I went to pick up our Senior Food Allotment. I put the cheese and milk in the refrigerator.  The milk is in the shelf stable packaging; however, since we are going to drink some for breakfast tomorrow I wanted it to get cold.

There is also a package of spaghetti and I have four jars of spaghetti sauce in the cupboard. When I bought the sauce, it was on special and I had a coupon. Since I have so much pasta sauce, we will have spaghetti at least once this week. I will fix the spaghetti, without meat because we have canned chicken and I prefer beef with my spaghetti. Three of the pasta sauces are meat sauces, so that will satisfy my desire for meat with my spaghetti. If I change my mind or add something to the spaghetti, I will post the recipe.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

A day of tears


Jamál (Beauty), 5 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Sunday, March 25, 2012 about 2:45 PM Pacific Time

I hear her crying
I ask “Mama, what is wrong.”
I get no answer.

Sometimes Mom knows why she is crying, but other times she doesn’t. Mom cries because her parents aren’t her for her to see. They died several years ago, but Mom doesn’t remember attending their funeral. Mom doesn’t remember they were buried in Blackwell, Oklahoma.

Mom also cries because she loves me. I know she loves me, I just don’t know what to do when that is the reason she cries. These are only a few of the reasons Mom cries. She cries because she has Alzheimer’s disease. She takes medication, which in some cases helps.

Sometimes Mom goes for hours without crying. Sometimes Mom can’t stop crying (at these time I have medication I can give her that calms her down). Because of the Alzheimer’s she thinks people hate her. I attempt to talk to her and reassure her that I love her and that all her children love her. Sometimes it helps, but at other times, it does no good.

There are times when the only thing I can do is sit with my arm around her while she cries. I think the tears are to worst part because I’m never sure what causes Mom to cry. She takes medication for depression. She takes medication or agitation. She takes medication for Alzheimer’s disease.

I want to cry because of what this disease has done to my mother. I can’t cry in front of Mom because she doesn’t understand why I’m crying. Mom doesn’t realize she has Alzheimer’s disease and therefore doesn’t realize it’s the cause of many of her problems.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Inspirational Quote of the Week: Just keep on Keeping on


Jalál (Glory), 4 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Saturday, March 24, 2012 about Sunset Pacific Time

Just keep on keeping on. ~ Unknown Author

I just have to keep going. No matter what difficulties throw themselves in front of me, I have to place my trust in God and just keep going. Today was an interesting and stressful day. At least, part of the day was stressful.

I got up in a positive mood. I took one of the recyclable bins to the curb and then rolled the trashcan to the curb about 5:30 AM. I picked up the newspaper, which I have not yet read. Then I sat down at the computer and got to work. Mom began stirring about 7:00 AM, so I went into her bedroom and got her up. As usual, Mom did not want to take her medication, but with persistence, she finally took the tablets.

The computer caused my stress today. The problem seems to be an unresponsive plug-in. I am not sure which one this time because the error messages did not give a name. Anyway, I turned the computer off and then turned it back on. It worked for a while, but then I had to turn it off and on again this afternoon. The computer seems to be working fine now.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Family History Friday: Fragments of Conversations


Istiqlál (Independence), 3 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Friday, March 23, 2012 about 3:15 PM Pacific Time

I remember some of the conversations I had with my mother and my Grandparents. I wish now that I had ask more questions and written down some of the information, but at the time I was not thinking ahead.

My mother mentioned a high school class she had. Mom said called the class hygiene. She did not say much about the class and I did not ask, but I do know that part of the instruction had to do with brushing teeth.

I remember the
Fragments of conversations
About history

When I was a child, Grandpa would take us to visit some of the graves on Memorial Day. As we drove through the Oklahoma countryside, he would point out empty fields where a house he and my grandmother lived in once stood.

Another time, Grandpa told us a story about a Halloween prank. I remember Grandpa saying this incident occurred when he was a teenager. Anyway, Grandpa and some of his friends got together and they put a buggy on top of a neighbor’s house. I think he said it was the type of buggy drawn by a single horse.

Memory fragments
Are family history
Written for others

I think I will use these fragments as inspiration for some stories or poems. When more fragments come to mind I will make another entry on this subject.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Thankful Thursday: Coffee


Istijlál (Majesty), 2 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Thursday, March 22, 2012 about 4:05 PM Pacific Time

Today I am thankful for coffee. Until yesterday, I did not realize precisely how thankful I am for this wonderful liquid. Yesterday I went to the wound doctor to have the bandage changed on my left leg. On Tuesday, I finished the coffee in the carafe and did not make any on Wednesday morning.

I went to the outpatient clinic and signed in. Last Wednesday, was one of those days when they were behind. I had to wait longer then expected. The receptionist gave those of use who could eat sweets a donut. Then she ask if we wanted coffee, of course, I answered yes. She then brought us, at least those who wanted coffee, each a large Styrofoam cup of brewed coffee. I know it was brewed coffee because, when I finished, I saw some coffee grounds in the bottom of the cup.

That was the first cup of coffee I had on Wednesday and it tasted wonderful. It was strong, the way I like my coffee. I drink coffee without cream or sugar, which is the way my Grandfather Newland drank his coffee. That is the way I normally like my coffee. I do make exceptions sometimes; I like café mocha occasionally, so about once or twice a week I have a cup of coffee with hot chocolate mix stirred into the hot liquid.

I enjoyed that Styrofoam cup of coffee so much that I came home and brewed a fresh carafe here. I still had some coffee left today and warmed it up in the microwave.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Midweek Reflections: On Naw-Ruz


‘Idál (Justice), 1 Bahá (Splendor), 169 BE – Wednesday, March 21, 2012 about 7:20 AM Pacific Time

It is a New Day
The bright sun scatters night fears
Morning refreshing

It is the first day of a New Year. It is spring. The sun has crossed directly over the equator and the Vernal Equinox has brought spring to the northern hemisphere. The days are long and the nights are short. Our clocks were set ahead because of Daylight Savings Time (that happened last week).

It is the first day of Baha. It is a new month. It is a joyous occasion. It is a beautiful day. It is a fresh start. It is a beautiful day. The morning was a bit chilly, but the temperatures are supposed to warm. It is the first day of Splendor.

It is Naw-Ruz. It is a New Day. It is time to sing and rejoice. It is a time to write odes to the Glory of God. It is a time get out of the house and feel the sun on my head. It is a time to smile and laugh. It is a time to tell everyone about the Glorious New Day we inhabit.

It is a Naw-Ruz
It is a beautiful day
The birds are singing

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Tuesday Thoughts: A cold beginning to spring in Las Vegas

Fidál (Grace), 19 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Tuesday, March 20, 2012 about 10:30 AM Pacific Time

It is the first day of spring and it feels like winter in Las Vegas. It is cold. There is a nip in the air. The sun is shining, but it is still cold. I had to put on a heavy ski jacket when I went out to get the newspaper this morning. According to the meteorologist, it is suppose to warm up over the next few days and then it is supposed to get colder again.

I just checked the seven-day forecast on Channel 3 in Las Vegas. The predicted high for today is 63 degrees and the low is 40. On Thursday, the high raises to 80 and low 55. On Saturday, the high is supposed to be 76 and the low 59. I am looking forward to temperatures in the seventies.

A nip in the air
Sends shivers through my body
Dreaming of summer

I was planning to put my winter sweaters and coats away this week, but now instead of putting them away I have leave them hanging in the hall closet for a couple of more weeks. In addition, I have to hang the light spring sweaters and wind breakers in that closet as well. The hall closet is not very big. I am looking forward to warmer weather.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Monday Mumblings: On My Mother’s 91st birthday


Kamál (Perfection), 18 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Monday, March 19, 2012 about 3:30 PM Pacific Time

Today my mother is 91 years old. Mom was born on a farm in Oklahoma in 1921. Over the years, Mom told us some thing about her life as a child and a young woman. I have thought about the information she gave my sibling and me before the Alzheimer’s began to steal her memory.

When my mother was born, the only person in the nearest town to have a car was the doctor. After the doctor delivered my mother, he told my grandparent that because Mom was so small she wouldn’t live. She lived.

The doctor didn’t weigh Mom when she was born. When my grandparents took her into town some weeks after her birth, the doctor weighed her and she weight only about 3 lbs.

As a child, Mom went to a one-room schoolhouse. She eventually graduated from high school.

Mom met and married my father. I’m not sure where they met because I didn’t ask her and now I wish I had ask. Anyway, my dad was in the Army Air Core during World War II and stationed in Las Vegas at the air force base. During that time, Mom worked as a maid at what is now University Medical Center. After the war, Mom and Dad moved back to Blackwell, Oklahoma, where I was born.

Mom later moved back to Las Vegas, and in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s she worked at the Show Boat Hotel Casino on Boulder Highway.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

My Mother’s birthday is Tomorrow


Jamál (Beauty), 17 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Sunday, March 18, 2012 About 4:30 PM Pacific Time

On March 19, 2012, my mother turns 91. In the morning, Mom will go to the Adult Daycare center. She will return home around 4:00 PM. Mom and I have not discussed her birthday because I am not sure how to bring up the subject.

When we do discuss Mom’s age, which is not very often, she does not think she is 90 years old. I have no idea how old Mom thinks she is and I prefer not to discuss age with her. Mom used to enjoy her birthdays and she always acknowledged her age.

Before the Alzheimer’s disease, Mom did not let age bother her. I learned from my mother that age was just a number and something you accepted. I learned to celebrate the passing years from my mother’s actions on her birthdays.

Now she does not remember how old she is and when we discuss her age she gets angry when I mention her true age, so I do not mention it any more. Mom used to talk about living to be 100 years old, now she does not bring up birthdays or age. I do not think Mom realizes I am 65.

The Alzheimer’s disease has caused a great deal of changes in our lives. I miss Mom being enthusiastic about up coming birthdays because she always said what she wanted and enjoyed celebrating her day.


Saturday, March 17, 2012

Inspirational Quote of the Week: Forgiveness a gift


Jalál (Glory), 16 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Saturday, March 17, 2012 about 2:00 PM Pacific Time

"Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself." ~ Suzanne Somers

I have found that eventually forgiveness one learns that forgiveness has more to do with personal peace of mind and soul then anything else. Holding onto bitterness and hatred only poisons a person’s soul and keeps the wound open and bleeding.

I am 65, when I was younger, I held onto the “wound”. I picked at the scab covering it and all that did was cause that wound to bleed and become infected. I finally decided not to pick at my wound or perhaps I should say wounds. It was difficulty, but through prayer, meditation, and journaling I finally learned to let go.

I do not intend to go into what caused my wounds in this entry or in any other. That is between God, my journal, and me. It would do no good to go into what caused the wound. I know why I could not forgive, because I could not let go and place the situation in God’s hands. I was not happy. I did not have peace of mind.

Once I put the situation into God’s hands, forgave, and got on with my life. Peace of mind followed, I could relax and enjoy myself. I was happy again. I had given a gift to both my mind and my soul.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Family History: Memories of St. Patrick’s Day


Istiqlál (Independence), 15 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Friday, March 16, 2012 about 5:55 PM Pacific Time

I don’t have a many childhood memories of St. Patrick’s Day. I was raised Southern Baptist, so we never celebrated St. Patrick’s Day at home. When I was growing up, on St. Patrick’s Day I always made sure I wore green to school. The reason for this was simple; I didn’t want to get pinched. If you didn’t wear green someone pinched you and once the pinching started it never stopped, except maybe in the classroom.

Another interesting occurrence on St. Patrick’s Day was cupcakes with green frosting. I remember someone’s mother making these cupcakes and sending them to the class, but I don’t remember if it were because a classmate had a birthday on St. Patrick’s Day or they were sent to celebrate the day. I liked the chocolate cupcakes with green frosting myself.

Childhood memories are interesting. Sometimes they are just snippets of what happened. Sometimes they are pleasant memories and sometimes unpleasant. In the case of St. Patrick’s Day, it is a mixture. The pinching was definitely an unpleasant experience, but the chocolate cupcakes with green frosting were pleasant. Those are my memories of St. Patrick’s Day; I hope everyone has a pinch free St. Patrick’s Day this year.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tuesday Thoughts: Dealing with Glaucoma


Fidál (Grace), 12 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Tuesday, March 13, 2012 about 3:20 PM Pacific Time

I’m dealing with the glaucoma issue better today then yesterday. I no longer want to cry. I’m dealing with this the same way I deal with everything else, writing about it. This morning, I wrote a poem, which I posted in my port on writing.com.

I still have some research to do on the subject. However, since my appointment with the optometrist isn’t until May I have some time for that. I’m not trying to put off the issue, but I have to write and research between household chores and taking care of Mom.

I expect the eye doctor to prescribe me some eye drops on my next visit. We caught the glaucoma in the early stages, so according what I’ve read something can be done. Besides the glaucoma, I have other health issues, which I suppose is expected about my age. I won’t go into any of those here because right no the glaucoma is upper most in my mind.

This morning, I said the Long Healing prayer about dawn. I got up before the alarm went off again this morning. This is good because I can say prayers and get ready for my day before Mom gets up.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Monday Mumblings: My visit to the Optometrist Office


It’s Monday evening and I have finally brought my emotions under control after my Optometrist appointment this morning. I got bad news from the Optometrist; there is no way of sugar coating this. I have glaucoma!

After I left the Optometrist, the eye doctor’s office, I had to make another stop. Therefore, I put off considering the prognosis until after I came home. There a just some things that you don’t want to deal with in public. I put off thinking about it because I didn’t want to set in a crowded waiting room crying.

When I came home, I was tired. I sat down on the couch and dozed. After that, the doctor’s prognosis began to sink in. I wanted to cry, but by that, time Mom was home and I couldn’t cry in front of her. I would love to talk to Mom about this and that is impossible. As anyone reading this knows, my Mother has Alzheimer’s disease and it’s difficult to have any type of conversation with her.

Since I can’t talk to Mom and all of my siblings live in other cities, I write about it. I made an entry in my offline journal. This is the first blog entry I’ve made on the subject, but it won’t be the last. I have another appointment with the optometrist in a few weeks. Before that appointment I will do some research and have questions written down to ask

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Recipe of the Week: Old spices versus new spices


Jamál (Beauty), 10 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Sunday, March 11, 2012 about 11:40 AM Pacific Time

I need to restock the spices in my pantry. I cleaned out the cupboard, which contain the spices and found several containers half full different spices. I cleaned that cupboard out sometime in 2010 or 2011, I cannot remember exact year. I set the container on the kitchen counter next to the cook top.

I moved them because they were not easily accessible and I did not know the spices I already had on hand. They have sat in the heat and light since I moved them and that is not how they are supposed to be stored. I know they were sitting in the original cupboard for more then six months.

I know spices lose potency as the age and that certain of the seeds become rancid. As much as I dislike throwing the spices, I have out, they have probably lost their potency and the recipe would not taste the way it should. Therefore, I have to throw them out and get fresh spices.  When I buy the new spices, I will get the smallest container available. That way I will use them quickly and they will not sit in my pantry for months or years.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Breakfast on Saturday

Jalál (Glory), 9 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Saturday, March 10, 2012 about 8:15 AM Pacific Time

Donuts sweetly glazed
Coffee black hot no sugar
No dunking today

On Thursday, I went to the supermarket for some needed supplies and food product. One of the things I bought was a dozen glazed donuts. The donut sit on the kitchen counter unopened until this morning. I will have to fix something else for us to eat in a few minutes. Mom is full right now, but that will not last long. Mom will be hungry again in ten or fifteen minutes. Mom has Alzheimer’s disease and short-term memory loss, so when she forgets she ate she gets hungry.

Friday, March 09, 2012

Family History Friday: My Grandmother’s electric washer


Istiqlál (Independence), 8 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Friday, March 9, 2012 about 11:35 AM Pacific Time

I remember the first electric washing machine I ever saw. It sat in my Grandma Newland’s laundry room. It was not like the automatic washer I use today; Grandma’s washer agitated the dirty clothes, but did not rinse the clothes. Instead, Grandma would take the clothes out of the wash water, put them in a wringer, squeeze the water out, and then put the clothes through the first rinse.

Grandma rinsed her clothes in huge aluminum tubes. Grandma put her clothes through two rinses. After taking the clothes out of the washer and wringing the soapy water out of them, she put them in hot water to rinse the rest out the rest of the soap. After that, she put the clothes through the wringer a second time to squeeze water out of them and then put them in the second rinse.

In the second rinse, Grandma added several drops of “bluing”. She did this to make the clothes whiter, I am not sure how the bluing worked; however, it did work because the white shirts looked nicer and whiter after they came out of the second rinse. After Grandma took the clothes out of the second rinse and put them through the wringer again, she would hang them on the clothesline to dry.

I helped Grandma with the laundry sometimes, especially on Saturday. Grandma would stand right beside me when I went to use the wringer. She always cautioned me not be careful about getting my hand caught in it. I never did get my hand caught.

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

Tuesday Thoughts on a Windy Tuesday in Las Vegas

Fidál (Grace), 5 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Tuesday, March 6, 2012 about 3:30 PM Pacific Time

The wind is blowing
This is not a light spring breeze
A Reno zephyr

This is a windy day in Las Vegas. I look out my living room window and watch the trees limbs waving. The wind is strong and the gusts are stronger. I listened to the news and weather last night, so I knew the wind would blow today, but I did not know it would be this strong.

Santa Ana Winds
Today’s wind gust simulate
Will they blow down trees

Monday, March 05, 2012

A difficult and stressful technological morning in Las Vegas

Kamál (Perfection), 4 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Monday, March 5, 2012 about 2:55 PM Pacific Time

It’s been a difficult and stressful morning dealing with technology. This happens about one a week, sometimes less and sometimes more. My computer slows to a snails pace and I have to reboot a couple of times to get everything working a little faster.

I need to upgrade the technology and I’m not sure that is possible for a while. Perhaps later, this year if we can get a few large bills paid off. Right now, the only thing I can do is work with what I have and pray that the computer continues to work.

I get frustrated when it slows down, but I can’t figure out what’s slowing it down. Sometimes it seems that Real Player is the problem; however, it isn’t the only thing causing issues. Part of the issue is virtual memory, I get a message about once a week that the it’s increasing and the programs will be slower for a while.

I run the virus scan every day, sometimes it takes less then an hour and sometimes a two or three hours. I think next week I’ll have to call my internet provider and see if they have a virus scan and firewall, it’ll probably add to the monthly charge, but I don’t trust the virus scan and fire wall I have now, at least, not since the computer needs rebooting several times.

Sunday, March 04, 2012

Mom and her oxygen in Las Vegas

Jamál (Beauty), 3 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Sunday, March 4, 2012 about 5:25 PM Pacific Time

It’s Sunday, the beginning of a new week, a day of beauty and hope. This morning I let Mom sleep later then usual, which help her mood a little. She still got upset because she has to take medication and wear oxygen, but for the most part Mom was in a good mood.

I got Mom to walking up and down the hall today. She didn’t do it more then once, but it was a good walk. Yesterday, Mom had difficulty walking and I think that had to do with her removing the oxygen tubes every time she notices them in her nose.

Mom walks better when she wears the oxygen tubes regularly. The problem is keeping them in her nose both during the day and at night. It’s more difficult to keep them in her nose at night especially when she sleeps in spurts. Tomorrow she goes to the daycare center, so I don’t have to worry about the oxygen tubes during the day.

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Saturday morning tears in Las Vegas

Jalál (Glory), 2 ‘Alá (Loftiness), 168 BE – Saturday, March 3, 2012 about 3:55 AM

It’s Saturday, one of the two days during the week that I don’t have to get Mom up early to get ready for daycare. This morning she woke up about 1:55 AM crying. I don’t know why she was crying because when I ask her she didn’t know. She stopped crying. I put the oxygen tube in her nose and she started crying again.

Mom doesn’t think she needs the oxygen, so she take the tubes out. Mom doesn’t think she can sleep with them in her nose, therefore, she cries when I reinsert them in her nose. She calms down and I leave the room. About five or ten minutes later, she starts crying again. I go back in her room, she stops crying, and I reinsert the tubes. After a few minutes, she calms down and I leave the room.

This went on for about an hour. Mom finally went to sleep. However, I cannot go back to sleep, so I’m getting my day started. Once I’m awake there is no going back to sleep, so it doesn’t do me any good lying in bed staring at the ceiling. If I’m lucky, Mom will take a nap this afternoon and then I can take a nap.

Since I have a virus scan running while I am composing this entry, I’m not going to post it until later this morning.

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Thankful Thursday: Gratitude on a Sunny Day in Las Vegas

Istijlál (Majesty), 5 Ayyám-I-Há (Intercalary Days), 168 BE – Thursday, March 1, 2012 about 10:30 AM Pacific Time

I am not sure where to begin this gratitude list because I have so many things for which to give thanks. I realize that sometimes life gets in the way and I do not stop to say, “Thank you”, that is why I like Thankful Thursday. It gives me a chance to review the past seven days and remember the things that make me grateful to be alive.

The first thing I am grateful for is the weather in Las Vegas. Today is sunny and nice, which means it is not too cold or too hot. I went out to pick up the newspaper earlier without putting on a coat.

The second thing I am grateful for is the nineteen-day fast, which begins to night at sunset, between sunrise and sunset during the month of ‘Alá, Baha’is who are over 15 and under the age of 70 and in good health abstain from food and drink during the daytime. I am on medication and not in good health, so I will eat and consume liquids during the day. I will say the prayers that Baha’u’llah revealed for the Fast.

A gratitude list usually contains about ten items, but today I am going to limit this list to two. I have another gratitude list to make for another blog and my off line journal, so between the three I have more then ten things to be thankful for.