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Each Day Already is a Challenge
A Texas Sunrise
 
A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.
This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.
Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.
For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
February 6, 2007 at 2:56pm February 6, 2007 at 2:56pm
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...that you're really not supposed to put a second entry in on the same day. Oh well.
I think I forgot to say anything about the movie we saw at church on Friday night. We watched Facing the Giants. Tiff was with us for part of the weekend. She was not thrilled about seeing this movie. But our pastor had said it was the best movie he has EVER seen. We signed up to see it, and since Tiff was with us, she got to go too.
At the beginning, she thought the movie was a bit boring. But at the end, she said it was the best move she had ever seen too.  (Of course, she's only ten and hasn't seen as many as our pastor.)
Hubby and I loved the movie too. We're certainly going to have to add the DVD to our collection.
The reviews on IMDB.com are almost exactly evenly matched. Sadly. Christians appear to love it and everyone else doesn't.
I love that it was made by a church and that they only spent $150,000 to make it...and that was for computer stuff. The church members were pretty good actors, I think.
And that's why I had to add an entry now. While I was remembering. Before the fibro fog set in again. 
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Just as the weather folks predicted, the snow started about noon, and it's been coming down ever since. Hubby's work let out early and he was on the road just after 2:15 or 2:30. His trip home is about 30 miles. The first time I checked in with him, it had taken him an hour to go 7 miles. The next time we talked, he had gone another 7 miles or so in the same amount of time. He figured the way things were going his normal rush hour trip of an hour to an hour and a half would be about double that. (Just heard from him and he'll be here in probably 15 minutes...so his prediction of taking 3 hours to get home was pretty good.)
And the snow keeps coming. We don't live on a main road and I haven't seen a snow plow yet. I wonder if he'll be able to get down our street once he gets close.
I doubt that my son will be going to work tonight. I'm surely not going to drive him at 10 pm if things keep up this way. |
February 6, 2007 at 9:06am February 6, 2007 at 9:06am
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I say that a bunch. "I don't do winter." But it wasn't until this morning's COLD that I started to really remember why.
When I think about how I hate snow and cold, I usually have this memory of being about three or four. Mom stuffed me into a snowsuit and sent me outdoors to play. She was convinced that kids needed sunshine even in winter. I shivered on the porch and cried and she finally let me back inside, and I sat on the radiator trying to get warm. Yes, that's the memory that always surfaces when I think about my disdain for winter.
When hubby and I both have to leave the house in the morning - he to go on to work and me to pick up my son from work - he scrapes the frost, snow or ice from my car's windows while his car heats up. Today was no different, but he forgot to scrape the front passenger window.
I started my car, then got out to scrape the window. I had wisely layered my clothing. In fact, I put my clothes on over my fleece pajamas. I also wore hat and gloves. I only had to scrape one window, then sit inside the car as it warmed up. But when I got back into the car, I was breathless.
That's when I remembered why I really hate winter cold and snow. It's that bitter cold and wind that does me in. Suddenly I remembered being an elementary kid and having to walk in the bitter cold and wind, being bundled up with a woolen scarf around my neck and my hood pulled tight. Only my eyes showed through. The walk to the bus stop was almost a mile, and by the time I got there I thought I would die. Being in the bitter cold took my breath away.
I remembered the driveway of my childhood home. It was sloped, really sloped, and made of bricks or stone. Bricks, I think. Can you imagine how slippery that driveway would be just being wet?
One winter we got about two feet of snow and with the wind gusts, there were mounds of snow against our house that were probably four foot tall!
I must have been about eight years old. That would have made my brother Bill four and my sister Carol two years old. That's how I picture us the winter of the big snow.
I think our driveway was still made of brick back then, but I'm not sure. It might have been paved with concrete. But that doesn't really matter.
The memory surfaced because I remember being breathless that day as well. My father could not get to work that day, at least not early in the morning. He and mother both had to work on shoveling the driveway, but to do that we all had to be outside with them. Hmmm. My grandmother used our house as her home base, but traveled to visit her other five children throughout the year. She must have been visiting at that time.
Mom, Dad and I had normal sized snow shovels. Bill and Carol had smaller kiddie shovels. And as a family, we set to work shoveling snow. Dad started at the end of the driveway near the street; the rest of us were near the house.
I remember being really short of breath a bunch that day and having to stop and rest quite frequently. It must have been the bitter cold and wind that caused that, just like it did today.
We're expecting snow this afternoon. Supposedly, the snow should start in mid-afternoon and by rush hour the snow may reach three to five inches.
Of course, the meteorologists have not had a very good track record this year about predictions. It may begin snowing earlier. We may only have a snow dusting. It may begin snowing later in the evening. But...having seen the radar picture the meteorologists are viewing, I do think they're right about getting some snow. It appears that it's already dumping the white stuff in Illinois and Indiana and heading this way.
Oh boy. I really don't do winter... |
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