Monday, June 17, 2019

Pleasure and pain

 March 2016 I opened a recap of our 2015 travels with the selfie below. That image reminds me of the wonderful sights, fabulous food and one-of-a-kind experiences we encountered on a nine-day Baltic Sea cruise. 
The Norwegian Star, left, our home for nine days in 2015 (Photo by Hubby)

That photo gives no hint that a few days later I would spend almost 24 hours in bed in our cabin, the result of a fall from a misstep on the way to dinner on the ship. 

I felt little pain immediately after the fall.  

I don't remember if anyone helped Hubby get me up off the floor and into the transporter. At my repeated assurances that I was fine, he rolled me to the restaurant and helped me transfer to a chair. We enjoyed a delicious steak dinner and decadent desserts.

Things changed when I attempted to stand and transfer back into the transporter. Extreme pain fostered a fear that I may have damaged something after all. The response of the ship’s crew was stellar. I was soon in the clinic, examined by the ship’s doctor and undergoing x-rays. 

The verdict was “no broken bones, just everything twisted and stretched.” The doctor cautioned me that I was going to experience a lot of pain. She sentenced me to bed rest and regular doses of painkillers for that night and the next day. 

And I was eager to take them. I also appreciated Hubby’s careful maneuvering of me on bathroom breaks and his calmness and sympathy throughout all my moans, groans and whimpers. I am a weenie when it comes to pain. 

The ship had arrived at Stockholm during the night, but the next morning I just wanted to keep sleeping. I slept through Hubby’s time exploring Stockholm. He woke me about 4 p.m. as the ship started its voyage back out to the Baltic Sea. 

My pain had diminished, and I enjoyed the changing panorama that I could see through the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony outside our cabin. 

I didn’t get to set foot on Swedish soil, but the view as the ship sailed from the port toward the Baltic is among my favorite travel memories. The sun on that May afternoon washed an ethereal glow over picturesque homes and churches on the steep, wooded hillsides and over the boathouses, piers and water below.

The beauty I savored made me thankful for a God who provides not only our needs but also glorious surprises.

My view as we departed Sweden (Photo by Hubby)

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Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Tuesday afternoon visitor


This visitor startled me when I looked out the window above our kitchen sink. The moth's wingspan had to be at least five inches.

With the backlighting I couldn’t see markings that would help me identify it, but it was impressive. 

We share our heavily wooded property of almost an acre with a variety of wildlife, including an abundance of insects. Hubby says we live in a jungle.

Sometimes that is entertaining; sometimes it is aggravating. But it is always interesting.

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Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Travel pleasure

A recent trip to my Mississippi hometown was a treat on several levels. 

Treat #1 was attending Granddaughter Charlie’s ballet recital. It was an excellent production of the ballet Don Quixote, based on the famous novel by Miguel Cervantes. We enjoyed seeing how our granddaughter had progressed in her favorite genre of dance.

Don Quixote and trusty servant Sancho Panza offer welcome in the theater lobby.

Treat #2 was the venue for the ballet, the refurbished Saenger Theater, a part of my childhood memories of downtown Hattiesburg.

(Photo by Hubby)

Treat #3 was the pleasure of having our oldest son and his family now living about 90 minutes away instead of six or seven hours. Following the recital the eight of us shared a meal at our son’s favorite burger eatery, complete with lots of  conversation, laughter, and delicious comfort food. 

Oh, and there was also a Treat #4. With our Georgia tribe’s relocation to Hattiesburg, the visit was a day trip, and we slept in our own bed that night. Yes! 

I suspect a preference for sleeping in one’s own bed is a sure sign of old age.

Sweet dreams!


Charlie (between her mom and me) surrounded by parents, siblings and paternal grandparents.

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