A scare with mortality

There are some things in life that scare the heck out of us and make us realize that we are all mortal. It is my belief that my father may have had one of these experiences just last week.

My family, specifically my parents, have had close friends and neighbors who have had heart attacks but something of this type had never happened within the family - until last Thursday that is. My mom, who is notoriously bad at leaving medical phone messages, called to say that my uncle was in ICU after having a heart attack and surgery to install two stints.

She noted that my Dad seemed rather shook up about the whole thing. Rightly so, I thought to myself. He has just been reminded that their generation is mortal - we all are. I believe it's different to see things of this type happen outside the family but it becomes more realistic when it is someone so close - his sister's husband. Luckily, my uncle is doing well and has already been released from the hospital.

As I've thought about this situation over the past few days, it has reminded me how quickly things can change. Maybe we don't pay attention until drastic change has come so close but we really should. It could have been my mother, father or in-laws riding in an ambulance on Thursday, but it was my uncle, not a complete stranger.

The point of my posting- I'm not sure I know what it is but mortality has been on my mind and putting thoughts into words was why I started blogging. Sometimes this topic is tucked deep inside my heart and my head. Unfortunately, it takes a wake-up call for me to think about how precious each day really is.

To all those that know me and are reading, I love you!

Time for me

I've made a habit of spending about an hour on Sunday mornings reading the newspaper at a local coffee house while my husband teaches Sunday School. Then, we both go to church together. This hour of reading and savoring a cappucino or mocha is somewhat uncharacteristic for me. I am often hard pressed to just do "nothing" for a period of time.

Recently, the church has started a young couples coffee group during Sunday School. We've attended a few times but today I decided that I really just wanted time for me - so much so that I went to a different coffee house simply to avoid the church group. Does that sound horrible?

My Sunday morning coffee hour has become a period of time during the week just for me. I'm not trying to do laundry or pay bills or think about what other tasks I should be doing at home or work. I can't sit down at the computer and get lost in work e-mail. I must simply spend the time on me. I will likely join the church group another Sunday but I'm happy to know that I did something just for me today. Hopefully by caring for myself, I'm better able to care for and love others in my life.

I'm still here

For those of you who actually stop by to read on a regular basis, I'm sorry that I haven't posted in a while, but I'm still here.

I've had a recent lack of creative juices for blogging topics, as well as not making it a priority.

Additionally, my husband and I are also balancing the use of the home computer - who knew he could spend so much time with excel spreadsheets. For someone who didn't know how to use the program when he started his MBA, he sure is spending a great deal of time with it now.

With Friday at 5 just around the corner, there are blogging topics starting to creep back into my fried semblance of a brain. Hopefully I can get some posts up this weekend - maybe while my husband is cooking up his highly anticipated "Hooters-like" chicken tenders.

Happy weekend!