Today my third oldest daughter graduated with her masters degree from the University of Phoenix. Because the college has branches all over the place, she chose to walk in Baton Rouge, just one hour from my sister’s house. How sweet is that, to have her big day far from her classmates so that I could spend time with my sister? I have great kids. It was a crazy day, 850 graduates each of which had about 5 family members in attendance. It took forever to get through everyone, but Pap and I sure are proud of her.
Since my last post Baby Preslie has begun to eat, but still weighs only 12 pounds at 6 months old. She’s the cutest little Tinker Belle baby, big blue eyes, a pair of dimples. The doctor is not worried about her lack of progress in the outward development stage. She can roll from her back to her stomach and that is it. Apparently, all her energy is dedicated to developing that digest system, lungs and other internal organs. I don’t wish premature babies on anyone. But as regards Pres…all is well. She’s growing and thriving, just slowly.
Pap had a minor heart attack on Easter Sunday brought about because of a blocked artery. He had new stints put in and is back in physical therapy. That caused some havoc around the old homestead, so I still don’t have my business plan finished so I can go to the bank. Grrr…I’m not mad at him, but sheesh, I’d just like to catch a break once in a while. I’m sure he would too.
Rehearsals for the “spring” play are now rehearsals for the “summer” play, because in addition to Pap’s set back (he plays Grover in this production) we lost our director, Alice. Alice is one of those people that make the world a better place. She is lovely, kind and has the greatest sense of humor. Right now she has both a tumor and a lesion on her liver. We’re so worried about her. While she waits for test results and some kind of news on what the doctors are planning to do about this illness, she gets weaker and weaker. Pray for her please.
Baby Preslie is sleeping downstairs with Pap and I tonight. She is sick, a regular tiny snot factory. Every now and then she starts coughing hard enough to appear to stop breathing which means that even though she is sleeping right now, I’ll be awake staring at her. Nobody suffocates on my watch. She’s three months old now and still only 9 pounds. After numerous attempts, the doctor finally found something she could drink but she still won’t ingest more than an ounce or two before she starts squirming and/or screaming and needs to be rocked back to peacefulness. Tomorrow she’s off to see a specialist and hopefully the best children’s hospital in Ohio really will find out just what is keeping this baby sick.
Progress is being made at the pace of a turtle on my new business. Still fine tuning the business plan while searching for a building big and empty enough to handle this crazy business. Perfect building number one is owned by an old retired guy who worked in the childcare industry for most of his life. He wants a fortune. Perfect building number two is priced so reasonably it will never stay available long enough for me to wrap all this paperwork and get to the bank. Who knew that starting a business was such a myriad of hoops and red tape.
Holy cow it has been crazy busy around here!
I’ve been working feverishly on the business. Daughter and I met with an advisor from the small business administration to review our business plan, loan options, what ever other help the SBDA will send our way. That was interesting. She’s very nice, and she has a ton of experience with everything except kids. Kids have quite a lot to do with our new business so we spent tons of time trying not to roll our eyes at her outdated and inappropriate ideas. We meet again next week so I have been feverishly drawing, painting and writing up the details of no fail business and why we’re fabulously qualified to run it. Trademark stuff is still not back, and it’s just killing me not to post the pictures and details.
Baby Preslie has gurd. Apparently that is a intestinal problem she will eventually outgrow. In the mean time, she cries after every bottle and that is only when one of us can get her to drink a bottle. Poor little thing. But here she is, looking so much healthier than she looked at birth. She’s up to a whopping 8 pounds, most of it to her sweet little cheeks.
In 2012 Pap and I will gain two new grandchildren. The first, Preslie, you’ve already met. She’s doing smashingly well, by the way, growing and changing every day. This summer, another daughter will be having …drum roll please…our FIRST grandson!! Holy cow, 7 grandgirls and now a boy??? Who the heck will the poor little guy play with at family functions? I’m completely obsessed with shopping for tiny trucks and dinosaurs, button up shirts with khaki shorts. Pathetic.
In addition to writing a new Christmas play, working on a cemetery tour and finishing up my friends books for his ice cream truck…I’ve been assembling a business plan. Have you ever had in your life one of those moments when somebody says “Hey, you should….” whatever, and the cartoon light bulb pops up over your head? A suggestion that instantly starts your imagination racing, an idea that becomes so obsessive you sit up at night crunching numbers and making lists of people that might be able to help you? This is one of those times for me. A full circle experience. A business that will work better for me than anyone else simply because I’ve never been able to do just one thing because I was raising kids. Eight years as a non-commissioned officer in the Air Force – works. Twelve years in finance-works. A lifetime around community theater-works. Sew, knit, paint -works. Construction through our old house of perpetual remodeling-works. Freelance writer-works. Daycare operator and mother of many-WORKS!
Eventually I will write about this business but today I’m huddling under “if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” Usually, only you dearest blog neighbors drop by and visit. If I were to post all the details of my new business before I finish the trademark and patent work, some internet fluke would land my post on “freshly pressed” or you tube or something and the opportunity would be gone. So…care to guess how I’ll be making my living this time next year?
If not for this brave new world’s medical advances, my husband would have died several years ago. Diabetic with vascular disease, without a quadruple bi-pass and stints, he wouldn’t be alive. But the doctors can’t do it all, he has to take some responsibility himself. A bucket full of pills and a very limited diet are necessary to keep him above ground. Which brings up the issue of Quality of Life.
He’s a foodie. He sells it, cooks it, eats it and uses it as the center of his entertainment. He did really well keeping his weight down for awhile, but now, at least from outside appearances, he has given up. 256 and climbing, 60 pounds over his doctors recommended maximum. For him, maintaining a quality of life means not amending the list of foods he loves.
I wonder sometimes what my issue might be. I’m blessed with excellent health and relatively few bad habits. Right now with eight grand kids and one more on the way, I imagine I’d give up anything for one more day watching them grow. I can’t imagine anything that would be worth more to me then seeing them graduating from college, getting married, and having kids of their own. Stop writing? Sure…if it gives me one more game of tag with Makenna, one more sewing lesson with Briauna, one more afternoon rocking Preslie. Eat only bread and water? Sure…if I get one more story with Ayla, one more puzzle with Juliette and one more chance to plant flowers with Brendolyn. There just isn’t anything more important to my quality of life than watching Aubree build her music career, and seeing who Austin will date next.
Maybe it’s a woman thing.
There’s our little Preslie! Home safe, sound, growing and getting kissed frequently by her nearly 2 year old sister Makenna. Katie is currently trying to win a mother/daughter photo shoot. If you will click on this link: http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=186347494796178&set=a.186036331493961.37540.105714472859481&type=1&theater and like the picture that gives her a vote.
Everything I know about life I learned from fairy tales. Not the Disney versions mind you, the originals from the Brothers Grimm. Not a whole lot of happy endings there especially if magic was sought or employed to resolve a problem. I think that’s my problem with this current trend to make heroes out of mythical beings. Honorable vampires? Puleeesse. Ghosts, witches, goblins saving the day? As if. Even the Harry Potter series, which was a wickedly fun read, got it wrong. What I learned from the original fairy tales and have found to be true over a half century of life is that bad things happen to good people and magic, aka “the easy way”, comes with a price.
The man that can help you marry a prince really will get your first born child in payment. If you want everything you touch to turn to gold…you cannot touch the ones you love. The wolf really does eat Little Red because she was too stupid to notice the smell if not the big nose and teeth and run away. The Grimm Brothers gave us haunting stories that would spring to mind when faced with a life quandry. Stories that illustrated the value of hard work and an honorable existence, if only between the lines.