Ks Are Wild

I wasn’t in any rush to leave the hospital.  It’s so much easier to adjust your position of your legs and back with the remote control.  But it is nice to be home.  I’m holed up in my bedroom napping when I feel tired, going with silence or soft music when I need it and starting to check my email and maybe even post a little.  I miss my kids and my puppy but I know they’re having a good time with my mom and lots of daddy time.  They come in and say hi sometimes but I have been leaned on while they tried to get off the bed – they’re trying to be so very careful it’s cute.  I wish I could see Kosette’s progress with Irish Dancing and Kellen with his Karate.  They had JUST started their lessons for the first week when I went in.  It’s good that my mom gets to see all this because she hasn’t been around them as much as the other grandparents, although she desperately wanted to.  I swear she teared up as she watched Kosette through the door peephole.  She always wanted us to learn how to play the harp and irish dancing.  It’s through her lineage that we get our Irish, scottish, and French.  County Mayo my peeps are from.

Even though it’s not as easy to adjust.  I love my bed with its cozy flannel sheets and fluffy down comforter and pillows.  And I love my animhouseplants and photos of the kids on the walls.  I love looking at the shelf with all the books I can’t wait to have the mental faculties to read.  And I love my cats who have acted as my personal heating pads – something that I have my  mom nuking constantly.  I really need to make another one so I can rotate.  You know what I also love, staring up at my ceiling and having it finally be finished painted.  It was partially painted in from the corners by a foot or so for over a year.  I knew reclining in bed for 3-6 weeks it would drive me insane to look at that.  Insane to want to paint it the second I could.  I’m so grateful Herma helped me finish that long overdue project.  I rest easier, I swear.

I woke up in the middle of the night and tried to read to get back to sleep, but was still awake reading almost an hour later so I took an Ambien.  I love the book, as I have all other, Barbara Kingsolver novels but this, Animal Vegetable, Miracle is just terrific.  I could underline practically everything.  So often I’ve written a notation about how incredible her writing is.  She really brings points around perfectly and wittily refers back to her initial comment at the end of a paragraph or as the final sentence in a chapter, in a way that is like a smackdown – THERE!  Take that!  Woops, percosets taking effect…

I came across this quote from Mark Twain that I just love.  It was just what I wanted to say, and close to my heart’s sentiments:

“For us, our house was not unsentient matter—it had a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence, and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we could not enter it unmoved.”
—Mark Twain, 1896