This poem might have been about a prairie dawn, but it still resonated with me, who is living in a lush valley between two small mountains. I have seen the dawn walking with gracious feet through our valley as well, and witnessed the sight and heard the sounds of it waking up. Cindy and I watched it waking up yesterday morning as we drove up to the VRH in Kentville to have my procedure. The sky painted with a layer of orange just above the deep lavender of dawn to the South East of the car, a gold ball that rose to almost blind us as we were driving towards it at times, it being hidden behind trees at others. School busses waking up, their engines trembling and smoking, the smell of coffee from each Tim Horton's that we passed as lines to enter in grew in length. (I have seen the lines backed right out onto the roadway at times.)
There is a special light and air of excitement that attends the dawn, no matter where you live.
In Chester, it was accompanied by the silent sound of the milk float as it glided down the street, milk bottles gently clinking together. We were lucky enough to still have milk delivery, and in pint glass bottles, the top of each secured with a little metal cap. It would be a race on some mornings to see who would get to it first, us or the little blue tits that loved to peck holes in the caps and sup their breakfast from the milk fat that lay on top. Thankfully I usually won.
Yes, I was so happy to have the procedure done and finished yesterday. They were very timely in their manner, a lot of the time was spent waiting around in prep, getting gowned up, etc. But the actual procedure itself took only minutes. The anticipation of it was far worse than the act itself. It did not hurt, but felt instead just a tiny bit weird. I need to have an ultrasound sometime over the next few months to make sure my kidneys are alright. Apparently, according to the Doctor who removed the stent, when they went into remove the stone they had a real problem with it and had to use a balloon. This is probably when I had such difficulties afterwards. I am happy to say that things are slowly returning to normal, there is no pain now and last night I was able to sleep the whole night through until about 5 this morning without having to get up to use the loo.
I was extremely tired last night however and was in bed by 8:30.
I was so happy to get home yesterday morning. I left here about quarter to 7 and was home by 11. so very quick considering the distance we had to drive. We did stop at the Cambridge convenience on the way back and pick up a few things. They had double Nova Scotia oat cakes, put together with peanut butter and half dipped in chocolate. Impossible to resist. Cindy and I each got a box of them. Eileen and I each enjoyed one for our lunch yesterday. One of those is very filling and because of the oats you can almost fool yourself into thinking that you are eating something healthy-ish.
Cindy brought over a small gift for Eileen when she dropped dad off for his tea in the afternoon. The knitting spool that I had gotten for Eileen was a bit awkward to use. Cindy had managed to get another one which was quite a bit easier and was even able to show her how to use it left-handed. Eileen was thrilled.
Interesting fact. Four out of five of my children are left-handed. I don't know how that happened. Apparently this is quite rare. The only right handed child I have is my daughter who is the nurse.
I am planning on going to the grocery store this morning. It's been almost 2 months. I am in dire need of a few things. You can only order so much on amazon. (And it usually costs more.) Eileen will go as well as Cindy. I am really craving some fresh fruit and vegetables, plus I want some plain yogurt and, as always, I need cat food. All things being well, I am hoping to go to church tomorrow as well.
We will see how I feel after the outing this morning. It is a lot harder to snap back to normalcy when you are older I guess. I have been up now for an hour and a half and already feel like I need a nap. That's been January and February for me. Frequent napping and far too much television viewing!
I know I have not written much this morning, but I do feel the need to have another half hours rest so I will end this now with a thought to carry with you . . .
of beautiful moments.
Let them in.
~unknown• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。*
The recipe I am sharing in The English Kitchen today is for an Easy Ginger Ring Cake. It is an old recipe I got from my friend Carolyn in the U.K. many years ago and it is deliciously studded with candied cherries and ginger.
I hope you have a beautiful weekend! Thanks so much for all of the prayers, love and support you have given me over these past weeks. I have really appreciated it. Stay safe, stay warm and don't forget!
