Debbie Delozier :: A Casual Affair

The eyes are more or less back to  normal, still a bit foggy in the left eye, but still getting better every day.  This means that Friday I needed to get back to work.  I spent 3 hours on the computer catching up the office work.  I was just putting the papers back in the transfer bag when J texted and asked me to lunch.  Woo Hoo!  You know me, I’m not turning down lunch and I needed to take the bag of tickets into the office anyway so I got gussied up just a bit and even tried putting on a little bit of makeup.  No mascara but a bit of shadow, eyeliner, blush and powder and I was out the door to meet my lunch date.

After returning home I needed to submit a few lunch ideas to the Richardson Foundation for a lunch I’m doing for them next week.  They chose the ol’ standby favorite of cranberry chicken salad.  That lunch will be very easy;  by now I can make that chicken salad with my eyes closed (ha, good thing, huh).

I also went ahead, given that I was doing menu ideas anyway, and made our weekly menu and grocery lists.  This is how it looks now, but we all know, deep down, that I’ll be switching things up by the middle of the week.

Sunday we’ll be having Southwestern herb flank steak with chili sweet potato oven fries with an avocado dip and broccoli slaw.

Monday – Creamy tomato vodka sauce over wheat pasta, garlic bread and a tossed green salad

Tuesday – Cheesy Enchilada soup with a baked ham and cheese sandwich.  This is also what I am making for the Rotary’s lunch along with a strawberry margarita cake.

Wednesday-  spaghetti squash with pomodoro sauce, salad, wheat French bread (as I never got to it this last week)

Thursday – chicken salad, on croissant,  chips, pickles (Richardson Foundation lunch, I’ll just make extra for us along with a pecan tart)

Friday -  Chicken Florentine with rice, garlic bread and a tossed green salad (this is a new recipe, we’ll see how it turns out)

Saturday – lemon herb pork chops, roasted potatoes and green beans

We’ll see how long I stick to this.

Today we are planning on running over to the lake cabin to see what J can do about the water pump.  We are to pick his mom and dad up in 15 minutes, so I best be getting my stuff together.

Have a great weekend.

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We love this chowder.  Feel free to make any adaptations to fit your diet needs. We don’t normally do the bacon, but you might like to, and we also use skim milk at our house,  but please feel free to add whole milk if you like.  Sometimes I replace the shredded cheddar with Velveeta, it just depends what I have on hand at the time.

What you’ll need:
½ lb bacon
1 medium onion, chopped
4-5 potatoes, diced
3 cans of cream style corn
½ of a red bell pepper, chopped
2 cups low-sodium chicken broth
2 cups skim milk
½ cup shredded cheddar cheese
Salt & pepper to taste
Olive oil for sautéing

What you’ll do:
Fry bacon, set aside to crumble on soup later.

Saute the onion and the bell pepper in a small amount of olive oil, if you’d rather use butter go ahead.

Boil the potatoes, in water to cover, for about 10 minutes (this will depend on the size of the potato dice).  Drain the potatoes and add to the onions and bell peppers. Add the cream style corn, mixing everything together.

Now add the chicken broth, the skim milk and the salt & pepper.  Once this is heated through add the cheese and stir until the cheese is melted and the soup has thickened a bit.

Serve soup and crumble bacon over top of each serving.
Hope you enjoy this.

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At this moment my outdoor temperature gauge reads 14 degrees.  This is much better than yesterday when the temperature was in the single digits when I drug myself out from under the warm, soft blankets on the bed.  The outlook for today is warmer and sunnier with an estimated temperature of 42 later this afternoon.  That means thawing, Folks.

I was able to sleep without my dark goggles last night, Yea!  I still have to use the night ointment in each eye at least until my next appointment.  The vision in my left eye is a little better and I know it will get a little better each day, so I’m not feeling as if I made a huge mistake now.  I am able to “not” wear my dark glasses all the time now, still need them outside or in very bright light.  My family is very happy that we are not sitting around in dim lighting anymore and can once again open the blinds and let the sunshine in.

This all means the coddling and easy life is at it’s end.  In all truth, I’m happy about it. I have never been one to let other people take care of me. I might like it for a day or two but not really any longer than that.   I like to do things for myself and actually like being the one to take care of others.

J and the teenager did take me out to dinner at the new Olive Garden in Owasso last night to celebrate my new outlook (you know, the one where I don’t have to wear glasses anymore).  This celebration was also brought in part by the Christmas gift certificate from Debbie & Mike (Thanks, Guys).  J had the chicken marsala, which he loves, the teenager had eggplant parmesan (her favorite, people find it hard to believe that she actually loves eggplant) and I had the capellini pomodoro (I love the slight tang of the vinegar in the pomodoro sauce).  I’m actually planning on trying my hand at the pomodoro sauce over spaghetti squash later this week.  No big deal really, you’re talking tomatoes, basil and garlic, a traditional, fresh tasting sauce with a touch of white wine vinegar tossed in.

On the menu front I also have in mind to make Tofu and Broccoli Stir Fry over brown rice this evening and a creamy tomato/vodka sauce over wheat pasta early next week.  To go with the pasta I will also be making a loaf (or 2) of wheat french bread.  Just talking about it gets me so excited;  I have missed my kitchen.  Because I am seeing better I can read my saved computer recipes and I can chop without fear of cutting off the tip of a finger.  Okay, I still have a little fear of chopping off the tip of a finger because I did come very close to losing the tip of my thumb once; and that was long before any of this.

The doctor also told me that, if I’m very, very careful applying and removing I could try a little eye make up when I go to church Sunday.  I’ve never been a big make-up wearer, what I do wear I can put on in less than 10  minutes (moisturizer to lip gloss), but I’m really tired of going everywhere without anything but moisturizer and lip gloss.  Of course, up until last night I usually had my dark glasses on so I guess it didn’t really make much difference, no one could see most of my face anyway.

Things being a little closer to normal than they have been lately I think I will spend today doing the little bit of laundry (J kept up with most of it) there is, cleaning the bathrooms, and submitting menus for next week’s scheduled catering lunches.  Yes, J, I will make sure I put all the drops in that I’m supposed to and I will also rest my eyes every couple of hours, I promise.

Now, it’s on with life.

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The teenager made bread yesterday.  First time ever!  While kneading she added a little shredded parmesan cheese and a little dried basil (she loves basil)  inside the bread and boy was it good.  We were all very impressed.

We paired her bread with a dutch oven full of Native Indian Corn Chowder.  Talk about hot, steamy comfort food on an icy cold, winter’s day.

This morning J drove me back to Tulsa and the eye doctor’s.  Marisol removed the contact bandage; it went much easier this time.  Everything seems to be coming along fine now so they gave me another bottle of the inflammatory drops with the following instructions:  4 times a day today and tomorrow;  3 times a day the following 2 days;  2 times a day the next 2 days and then once the next 2 days.  I then return to the eye doctor on Wednesday morning.  By then (crossing fingers) the swelling should be gone.

The sight in my right eye is fantastic and I am very pleased.  The left eye is still very blurry and a little irritable since they removed the bandage contact, but I’m sure in a few more days I’m going to be pleased with the results there too.  I can not wait to get my eye sight back to “usable”.

The sun is shining today which helps to melt the snow and ice.  The drive to and from Tulsa went much better today;  I think we drove there, saw the doctor and returned home in less time than it took me to drive home on Monday.

After we returned home, J went into the office and the teenager and I went into town to fetch her car from in front of her grandparents house.  It has been there since the ice storm on Monday when I didn’t want her driving home.  It was totally  iced over today.  It took just about an hour to thaw the ice and get everything scrapped clear so that I would let her drive home.

That’s the way things are in Watova today, now it is time for me to follow the dr’s and J’s instructions and rest my eyes for a while.

Love and Dripping Icicles

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Yesterday was a bad day for me, a bad, bad day.  I rarely judge a complete day as bad as there are usually little parts of the day that are good.  And in all truth, the 3 of us made it home safely so I guess there was some good to the day, but that was the only good part.
It all started  because I had an eye doctor’s appointment in Tulsa to check up on the laser surgery I had done on Friday.  Dr. Wofford had told me on Friday “just come by the office Monday morning so we can check it out”.  He never gave me a specific time so I assumed it would be a quick in and out.  I left the house a little after 10 a.m., hoping I could make it to Tulsa and back home before the bad weather began.

I arrived at the doctor’s office about 11:30 only to be told that Dr. Wofford had forgot that he doesn’t come into the office until 1 on Mondays.   The drive into Tulsa was hard enough on my still healing eyes, so I didn’t really feel comfortable driving around Tulsa.  Barnes and Noble was very close so I drove over there and figured I’d spend the next 1 1/2 hours looking through books.  The only problem here was that I couldn’t see well enough to read what the books were about, even though my distance vision has been altered my near vision will still require that I use reading glasses and because I am still healing I don’t know what strength I will need when it is all said and done, therefore I haven’t purchased reading glasses as of yet.

A little before 1 I returned to the doctor’s office and they put me into an exam room.  Dr. Wofford entered and looked at my eyes, said they were healing well but still had a little ways to go (remember on us ‘old folks’ healing takes just a little longer than it does on a young whipper-snapper).  He asked Marisol to remove the contact bandages and then he’d look again.  Marisol lubricated my eyes and tried to remove the contacts, unsuccessfully.  She added more lubrication and tried again, and again, added more lubrication, waited and tried again, all unsuccessfully.  She told Dr. Wofford she could not get them out.  He washed his hands, relubricated my eyes and tried, unsuccessfully.  He mentioned that he’d never seen contacts suction up to a person’s eye this way.  He relubricated, Marisol held my right eye open and he literally pulled the contact off my eye.  I immediately jerked my head away from him and covered my eye with my hands, stinging tears welling up in my eyes.

He then turned his attention to my left eye.  He tried to slide the contact over a bit and it would not budge.  He told Marisol that we needed to numb my eye and use the forceps.  I’m thinking “GREAT”.  Marisol numbs my eye and he reaches down with the forceps and yanks the contact off my eye.  I jerk back away from the magnifier and cover my face with my hands, tears are streaming down my face.  The pain is something akin to what I imagine sandpaper rubbing back and forth across your cornea would be.  The stinging is so bad that neither of my eyes will open on their own.  They force my eyelids apart and begin putting several drops in both eyes.  Dr. Wofford tells me to lay back, they turn off the lights and leave me to rest for 15 minutes.  After the rest he looks at my eyes to find that the edge of the right cornea has been scratched a little but he thinks in all likelihood it will heal.  The left eye is swollen and they need to replace the contact bandaid as the healing from the surgery is not complete.  You know I am crying, not wanting to experience this again.  He put on a larger contact, he thinks most of the problem was caused because he used a smaller contact the first time.  So, my eye has been rebandaged and the pain has eased some, so he tells me to come back on Wednesday to remove the new contact.  “GREAT”.

MONDAY SAGA PART 2 (The Drive Home)

It’s 1:35 and I leave the doctor’s office to find that the bad weather has arrived in Tulsa.  The freezing mist is coming down and the roads are already becoming slick.  My left eye is swollen and I can barely see out of it.  I warm up my car and leave the parking lot.  Fortunately, everyone else is also driving cautiously.

Everything is going fine, moving slowly, but moving, until I reach the on-ramp to Hiway 169.  The police have the on-ramp blocked because there is an accident up on the hiway.  So I have to pass by the 169 on-ramp and the next sign I see is for Joplin.  Normally, when the roads are not icy and when my eyes are not swollen and painful and I can see this would not bother me too much.  But today is a totally different story.  I call J, crying, telling him I don’t know what to do (Drama Queen much?).  J asks what I see around me, “I can’t see” I cry into the phone.  He tries to guess where I am and he tells me that Garnett Street should be just up ahead of me, which once I stop to think I know it is.  So, I hang up, a little reassured that I can surely find my way home.  My goodness, I’ve lived in this area most of my life.

It takes me almost 25 minutes to get from 169 to Garnett Street because the traffic is moving so slowly.  Well, as you know, everyone else trying to head north on 169 has this same idea, so getting onto Garnett Street was no easy task.  Long story short (too late you’re saying?) I arrived home sometime between 3:30 and 4 pm after seeing 2 accidents, 3 stalled vehicles and 2 cars on the sides of the hiway and 1 SUV in a ditch.  .  I had talked (cried) to J another 2 times on the 45 mile/2 hour and some odd minutes drive home.  I have never in all my life wanted so badly to be Dorothy Gale and able to click my little heels together and be home.  J said he  would pick the teenager up and see that she gets home safely.   So by 5:30 we are all 3 home, snug and safe.  The one good part of today.

By the time I arrived home, I can’t even tell you how painful and swollen my left eye was.  I put a warm wet cloth over my eye to ease the pain, then filled my eye with ointment and put on my dark glasses and laid down until J and the teenager arrived.  I kept my dark glasses on (lights off in the house) most of the evening.

MONDAY SAGA PART 3 (Fear Sets In)

I had prepared turkey lasagna before my eye surgery so we pulled it out for dinner, along with garlic toast and a large green salad.  My eye sight was so bad that I couldn’t even distinguish shapes in the salad.  The broccoli florets and snap peas, other than the different shade of color, looked just like the rest of the green in the salad.  I could distinguish the color of the carrots, cherry tomatoes and cauliflower but the shape of them was not distinct.

This is when I began thinking that maybe I had made a horrible, non-reversible mistake with the whole eye surgery.  Not only have I ruined my eyesight I spent $2,800 to do it.  J and the teenager are reassuring me that it is just because I had such a traumatic day and that my eyes were still swollen.  They kept telling me that once the swelling is gone everything will be fine and that  I’m still healing after all.  I’m not believing them one teensy bit.

I end the day by putting more ointment in my eye, putting on my dark nighttime goggles, taking 2 Advil and heading to bed with swollen, sore, blurry eyes and a pounding headache.

But each day dawns anew and the same is true for this morning.  The ice is still here, heavier than the eve before, but I can see (sort of) once again.  My eyes are not as swollen, they no longer hurt and I can see the television.  I can’t read a book yet and I am having to wear this cheap little $1 pair of wobbly glasses J purchased for me to write this on the computer, but all in all, I can once again see for the most part.

And it is back to the eye doctor tomorrow.  Oh my.

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First off, this is not my eye.  This beautiful eye belongs to my teenager.  Both of my daughters have the biggest, most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen.  Of course, they are just a small part of each of their beautiful faces.

For the many of you who guessed laser eye surgery, (ding, ding, ding) you are correct.  You don’t get a prize, you merely receive the great satisfaction of knowing you are, once again, correct.

The surgery was (even though I’ve pondered the idea for many years) was a spur of the moment decision.  But those of you who know me, know I am rather impulsive and recognize the fact that I make major life decisions “spur of the moment” (like getting married to a guy I had met 6 weeks earlier).

I had a regular eye appointment on Wednesday last week and after the appointment I went over to look at glasses.  While I’m thinking how much I hate glasses (I’ve worn them since I was in the 4th grade) and how much I hate picking out glasses and that it would be costing me $200 so I wanted to be sure to make the right decision the idea of laser surgery, once again, popped into my brain.  I called J and asked him what he thought, he of course said “anything you want to do Honey”.  So I went back over to the optometrist’s office and made a consultation appointment for the next day.

I returned to Tulsa the next day, with J in tow, for my consultation.  Dr. Wofford said I was a perfect candidate for laser eye surgery.  He knew I was excited to get it done so we went ahead and did the pre-op measuring, etc that day.  His surgery nurse said the 1st appointment they had open was February 12, but that because Dr. Wofford knew I was so excited he would call TLC and see when they could fit us in.  He called later that afternoon and told me he would see me at the laser center the next day at 12:45.  No backing out now.

I was a little extremely nervous as I’ve never had anything major happen to me, other than giving birth to the girls (Dr. Wofford assured me this would be easier).  They gave me a little pill to help me settle down a bit, which it did.  Once they put me on the table, got my face in the right position, it was wham, bam, thank ya Maam and within 20 minutes we were done and I had perfect vision.  My perfect 20/20 vision was, however, blurry and foggy because of the band-aid contact they put over the eye.

J was able to sit outside the room and watch the whole procedure on a monitor.  He thought it was awesome.  I think it was payback because I watched the surgeon cut the skin cancer out of his shoulder a few years ago.  His was a whole lot messier.

My eyes are healing marvelously, I do have to wear the dark glasses in light for the next week and use the antibiotic and steroid drops until they are gone.  I am not allowed to wear make-up or rub my eyes.   I am driving myself back to Tulsa today for a checkup.  J would go with me but he has a few bids he has to attend today.  I am seeing pretty well though (as long as I have my dark glasses on) so I don’t think I will have any problems, other than the ice storm that is bearing down on us.

So, I guess I should be getting ready to head out now.  Getting ready doesn’t take me near as long now that I can’t wear make-up.

Love and 20/20 vision

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This is the way I am spending the next few days.  I have a return trip to the eye doctor on Monday.  I will explain everything next week.

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I made this casserole for a Rotary lunch a few weeks ago, of course I doubled it because a single recipe serves 7-8 people.  The Rotary Club members seemed to like it (I know J and the teenager did, but then they l – o – v – e pizza).

These are the ingredients you’ll need:

2 cups uncooked penne or rotini pasta (you know me, I went off on a different course and used radiatore)
½ lb lean ground beef
1 onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
½ green bell pepper, chopped
½ red bell pepper, chopped
1 cup sliced pepperoni
16 oz (good) pasta sauce
1 cup mozzarella, shredded (lo-fat or fat-free around here)

Here’s what we are gonna do:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
Cook noodles according to package directions, drain, rinse in cold water and set aside.

In a medium skillet over medium-high heat, brown the ground beef with the onion, garlic and bell peppers.   If you don’t use really lean ground beef (I use the 96/4) you will need to drain off any fat in the skillet.

Pour this ground beef combination into a large mixing bowl.  Add the pasta and the sliced pepperoni to the bowl.

  Stir in all the pasta sauce and pour all the ingredients into a baking dish, and bake for 20 minutes in the preheated oven.   After 20 minutes, remove casserole from the oven;  spread the shredded mozzarella cheese over the top; return casserole to the oven and continue to bake for 5-10 minutes or until cheese is nicely melted and browned.

I guarantee if you have kids or teenagers or pizza/pasta lovin’ men in your house this will be a huge hit.  I do hope you enjoy it.

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Boy, if this isn’t a group to shake a stick at (don’t ask me what that means, just a little something one of my grandparents used to say).

Of course, that’s Daddy and Momma (you can tell I’m a southern girl) in the front.  Besides being a pretty darn good dad, my dad always kept us kids hopping.  Not because he was a strict dad (far from it) it was because we never knew what type of trick he would be playing on us.  He was always quite the prankster.  Once when one of my uncles was needing a job my dad told him about this farmer who needed help harvesting his crop of macaroni and how he needed to get it in before the rains.   My uncle (after going out to the farmer’s place) didn’t think it was so funny.

My mom was a very young mom and boy did she have her hands full with us.  Mom was always the most capable woman we ever knew.  She is a very talented woman, I remember when the 3 of us girls were young she would draw pictures for us.  A few of her talents are knitting, crocheting, sewing, she has done macrame’, decoupage’,  and has done many oil paintings (even selling a few) without any lessons from anyone.  She has always taught herself anything she wanted to learn.  Being the oldest of 6 children it seems she has been raising children from the time she knew how to talk.

And, of course, my siblings and I are in the back.  I think each of us inherited my dad’s spirit and excitement for life, not to mention his jokester gene, each of our spouses just shaking their heads at us every once in a while.  We each received a bit of Mom’s talent gene too and like to try our hands at just about anything (at least once).

That’s me on the left and you know pretty much all there is to know about me; although my uncle did have to remind us the other day that even when I was but a wee one I was always the Princess. Not much has changed, I am still the Princess (at least J treats me like one).  I was telling Dr. Jeff at one of my many appointments here while back  how sensitive my skin was. There was one evening I kept tossing and turning and just felt like something was poking me.  I kept re-adjusting and just couldn’t get comfortable, finally I threw back the blanket and ran my hand over the sheet and sure enough, there was the offender.  There was an eensy, weensy, teensy, tiny cracker crumb under me (J had brought me a cup of soup and a few crackers earlier in the day).  Once I removed the guilty cracker crumb I was able to lay back down and get snug and cozy.

Beside me is my sister Betty.  She is 2 years older.  Betty has always been the adult of the bunch, even when she was still in the single digits of her life.  She has always been more responsible, diligent, more precise than the rest of us and likely still is.  Betty was always our mother hen, if Mom didn’t catch us doing something Betty usually did.  But, being our sister, she kept a whole lot of our secrets too.  Don’t tell Mom.

Next to Betty is our brother, we’ve called him Tolly since he was born because we never cared for his given name.  Tolly is quite a bit younger than the 3 of us girls, he is our “later in life” blessing.   Up until he was 4 he had, what I’m sure seemed to him, 4 mothers. But then, one by one, each of us girls became 18 and went about our own lives, leaving him to be an “only child” by the time he was 7, which I’m sure came as quite a shock to his young psyche.  He was 6 when J and I got married and, because he usually slept in my bed with me, he asked where J was going to sleep when he moved into our house. Haha

Teresia is on the end.  Teresia is the youngest daughter, raised as “the baby” until she was 11 and Tolly came along.  I’d have to say Teresia is more like Daddy than any of us, being quite the mischievous one.  When she was pregnant (and big, big, big) with her daughter, her husband was coming home from work one evening.  Teresia heard him pull in so she ran and squeezed herself in between the wall and the refrigerator to hide from him.  After he came in and was looking for her, she tried to jump out and and scare him.  She ended up being stuck and Buster had to move the refrigerator a bit to get her out.   Hahahaha, that one backfired on you Sis.

That is the bunch of us.  With our spouses and children we are a family of 18.  We are a blessed family, wouldn’t you agree.

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whole and healthy but tired, tattered and a bit dog-eared.   First I want to thank those who left comments on this site, the many who emailed me directly and the close friends and family who called to check on me.  I am blessed to have so many wonderful people in my physical life and my cyberspace life.  Thank you all.

Since my break we’ve had another death in the family (the 3rd), a cousin’s son still in the hospital from his gunshot wound, a son-in-law in the hospital overnight and then his wife, our oldest daughter sick with the same severe, debilitating virus and 2 car accidents, one being a hit and run.  Through it all I kept up with my scheduled catering jobs and my part-time (do at home) clerical job but my poor, poor neglected home has definitely seen cleaner, better days (you have to let something fall by the way-side).

This last family death was a beloved aunt, my mother’s younger sister.  An aunt who was too young, but had just been too, too ill the last few years. The last few weeks had been far too hard on her, her husband, children and grandchildren.  Being the close-knit family we are, the rest of us (her siblings, nieces and nephews) encircled our uncle and cousins with loving, protective, harboring arms.  We were there to do anything we could to make their path and their load just a bit easier be it through errands, phone calls, meals or just being there to hold them in our arms.  Some of us were able to be with Aunt Sue the last day of her long and difficult journey, gathered around her hospital bed to spend a few last hours.

My mom, her youngest sister and one of her brothers were gathered to say their final good-byes.  Most of the cousins returned home to support our heartbroken family.  We were, once again it seemed, linked together, as when we were children playing out in the backyard, our hearts connected.

In the smack-dab middle of this, our oldest daughter called one evening saying she had taken son-in-law T, to the emergency room in Tulsa.  He was experiencing violent vomiting and  severe, relentless stomach pains and had been for the last 5 hours.  They ended up spending the night in the hospital with T receiving pain medication and, due to the dehydration, fluids to replenish his own.  They returned home the next day to continue his recovery and rest.  By the time he was up and around, the seriously debilitating virus had spread to the daughter.  (By the time you read this the daughter has reported that she will live and has returned to work.)

One of the car accidents that occurred was when my sister and brother-in-law, who were here from Wisconsin for the funeral services, hit a deer in their rented car (no, Vicky, the deer wasn’t in their rented car, they were).  Their insurance wanted pictures (taken by an insurance representative) before they returned the car to the rental agency.  Normally, no big deal, but as luck sometimes will have it, it was a Sunday and the agencies here were closed and then Monday was a holiday (offices closed) plus our family was tied up with funeral services and family stuff all day, and they were leaving early Tuesday morning.  I called the home of a woman I know that works for the local branch of their insurance chain.  She gave me the home number of their agent who lives in Dewey (he was originally from here).  Of course, he drove right over to Nowata to help us out.  You just can’t beat Small-Town living.

The hit-and-run accident I mentioned involved J’s parent’s car.  They had parked in the front of their down-town upstairs apartment one evening.  Sometime during the night, a red (Dodge, they were told) pickup took the corner on Maple and Cherokee too fast and took out a window or 2 in the downstairs flower shop and hit their car, doing (we find out a bit later) quite a bit of damage. Fortunately, they were upstairs for the evening.  They are now driving a car provided to them by the repair people until theirs is fixed.

So, that has been the last weeks of the more-than-stressful, less than healthy last few months. My rock-solid J has been my soft place to fall, and my Lord (as my sister-in-love, Debbie sang on Sunday) has lead me beyond the rain.

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