You know how you sometimes only have so much money and can only buy so many batteries, then you must choose which items get the batteries? Which ones can you not do without?
I guess in life it’s called priorities or balance, but whatever it is, that’s what I’ve had to do these past couple of months. I’ve had to decide where to put my time and energy because I only had so much to disperse.
I think the older you get, the more life is like a spiral, like the money-grabbing game you put a penny into at the mall. At first it’s a long leisurely circle, you’re just drifting along. Then the closer it gets to the end, the more frantic the penny becomes, racing full speed to the dropoff. That’s where I’ve been.
All the racing has not been bad, and even the things that started out not so good had excellent outcomes. Like my mom’s pancreatic cancer. She came to stay with us in late January for a couple of months after pancreatic surgery at UNC.
The prognosis is excellent as the doctor proclaimed hers a “very well-behaved cancer, slow growing and not spreading.” And the great part was that my mom got to spend eight weeks at our house…getting to know my younger kids better. They really enjoyed having her here and she even taught Rachael how to make Buttermilk Biscuits, a gift that skipped my generation.
Yep, that was definitely the right place to use my limited battery power.
We’ve had birthday celebrations in February and March. We had an engagement in March, which means Sarah and Tony will be married on August 15th of this year.
(Wish I could show you THE dress! That must wait as Tony knows about this blog and he might peek. I just warned him that his knees are going to buckle when he sees Sarah in the dress, and like any love-sick puppy, he said they already do.)
So, batteries have to be put into the Wedding Planner and Mother-of-the-Bride modes.
Ecclesiastes 3.1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
For now, I have a few extra batteries to make this blog work again but I may have to borrow them for something else. Thanks to those who haven’t given up hope.
(And if you’re wondering who Dena is, check out this tickly post….)
