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Wednesday, July 03, 2013

A Pleasant Change of Pace

A warm "hello" to whomever is stopping by to my new/old blog, whether you are a long time reader from my old Xanga blog, or whether you are new! I'm so happy you dropped by! 

Speaking of the old Xanga blog lifeisapolka.com, even if Xanga survives beyond July 15th, I will be deleting my accounts there. I have, however, downloaded my Xanga archives and, Lord willing, will put them up here at Blogspot, but at a different URL than the blog you are currently reading.

Okay! Blog "business" is done with! It's time to thank whoever prayed for me to be relieved of an absolutely hellacious and depressing migraine marathon which lasted the past 2 plus weeks. Wave upon wave of three day migraines. This is par for the course for me at this time of the year. Late June/July/August - but especially July - are a serious test of my mettle and of my faith and trust in God. But always, always, *always* He rescues me just in time and gives me the relief, healing, and respite I need. I mean ALWAYS, Jesus rescues me. Please, whomever is reading and is suffering, please! Never, ever, ever give up hope! Jesus will rescue you. Hang on tight and when you can't even do that, just point your poor, suffering, agonized heart toward Him - even just a glance in His direction. He accepts that graciously and gratefully as a prayer of great, immense, wonderful wealth from you. 

Jesus will rescue you! JESUS will rescue you! Jesus WILL rescue you! Jesus will RESCUE you! Jesus will rescue YOU!!! I'm here to tell you that in 33 years of a disabling, debilitating, badly misunderstood illness during which I have experienced numerous temptations to despair, God has always tenderly, graciously, generously, lovingly, abundantly, lavishly rescued me, and He will do the same for you, too. Just point your heart toward Jesus. Offer your tears to Him. Offer the struggle and the temptations to Jesus.

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Due to being relieved of my trip to the Migraine Zone, and due to the glorious weather (75 degrees F. and sunny, blue skies, low humidity), I was able to spend a number of hours outside in the yard enjoying my flowers and our lovely yard yesterday. So beautiful and - being redundant and repetitive - the weather was absolutely *glorious*. Soaking it all in as best I could, I felt like the famous St. Francis de Sales quotation about when one day, he saw a beautiful rose, and he told God, "Stop shouting at me!". Meaning, the beauty - the glory - of the rose spoke such loud, mega-decibel volumes of God's love for him, that he simply had to cover his ears and exclaim "Stop shouting at me!". I had that kind of day yesterday. All I could do was sit there and BE and to say to the Lord over and over and over again, "Thank You, Jesus!" It was like the beauty of the day was God's gift to me personally, as if I were the only person in the universe. In the Indiana-esque parlance of Rich Mullins: "do you know what I mean is?" 

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My pumpkin and squash plants are really producing a huge number of flowers. I saw some bees on the patio, but none out in the garden pollinating the flowers. :( Sigh. I would be so massively tickled a bright and vivid color of pink if some of those pumpkin and squash flowers would actually produce pumpkins and squash. We've had such wet and cool weather most of the time. My Wave petunias are thriving fantastically, but the impatiens (of which there are many...) are in decline. I feed some of them "Bloom Buster" yesterday, and I know that will indeed help them.

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Am trying to divvy up my flower gardening into three parts, for watering (which hasn't been necessary since planting, because we've been rained on a good deal), for feeding, and for grooming. My lower back has been giving me grief, and anyway, just should finally get the message into my sometimes Very Dense Miss Chris noggin that I am a disabled person with pain and low levels of energy, and that after 33 years of CFS/CFIDS/ME/Fibromyalgia, I should FINALLY learn to not do the unforgivable CFS "sin", which is called "PUSH and CRASH".

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The last time I had a really good, kind of pain free/moderately higher level of energy was just over two and a half weeks ago. I spent the day outside, got too much sun, worked to hard, and there was CFS and Migraine Zone hell to pay until Monday this week. That was over two weeks of being mostly hunkered down in a dark and verrrrrrrrrrrry quiet room, and that was not fun. There are a number of my fellow migraineurs who read the "old" blog, and I know that they know what I mean. My prayers are with each of you.

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I fell asleep after dinner yesterday evening, for about two hours, and woke up feeling kinda, well, snarky... but I got over it (thank you, Jesus!). So, I noticed that my knitting of a blue prayer shawl was sitting neglected right next to my bed (my bedroom looks like a federal disaster area after two weeks of being out of commission). I picked up my needles and commenced knitting again. It felt good to do that. There are a lot of times, if my hands will coordinate with what my poor, addled brain is telling them to do (not possible during severe migraines), that I get a major adrenaline rush or mild sense of a calm, peaceful, yet enlivening "high". I know that I inherited my love of needle work from my Italian Nani. She had arthritis in her hands (rheumatoid and osteo) but she kept on knitting and especially crocheting, right up to the very end of her life. That says to me that I should keep up with it even when my hands hurt from my own osteoarthritis (I joined the "club" the past few years, but I am doing well).

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My dad had a busy day doing beginning of the month grocery shopping. After he went to bed last night, I sliced and bagged the most luscious, ripe, red watermelon, and cleaned, cut up, and sugared strawberries, started whole wheat bread in the bread machine, hard cooked eggs, and made some rice (just converted rice; I am having difficulty getting my dad to eat brown rice. He is a meat and potatoes or pasta guy).

Then I made my nightly two pots of tea: Earl Grey, which I can drink night as well as day, and Tension Tamer, which calms me down better than a Xanax sometimes during PMS.

I did NOT bake brownies overnight. I just know I'm going to regret that later today.

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For once, for the first time in a whole, long time, I got my three baskets of laundry (my clothes - mostly pajamas, undies, socks, and nightgowns) folded right after they came out of the clothes dryer (I don't dry on the clothesline; it makes my allergies worse to dry clothes outside. I'd love to be "green" and also to save money on the "electricical" bill (any others of you out there who are fans of the old American TV situation comedy Green Acres and who speak jestingly in "Lisa Douglas-ese"???? I digress. I'd love to be green and to save on the electric bill, but that just doesn't work for me.

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Little Maggie McGee, my sweet gray and white Siamese-Tiger princess kitty, was sooooo very glad to have me come back indoors today. She's accustomed to my being at home and in the house most of the time.

Speaking of Maggie: She is a great doctor! She instinctively knows when I'm in need of her to quietly keep me company when I am in the Migraine Zone. I call her "Dr. Babylove Kitty". Her brother, may he rest in kitty peace, was like that as well, and I called him "Dr. Fuzzylove". Anyway, I swear Maggie the kitty not only has great bedside manner and amazingly faithfulness, but she also "cat prays" for me, meaning, she "lays paws" on me and purrs. Ya'll remember from the old blog that I joke that if St. Augustine said that "he who sings prays twice", then there should also be a saying that goes, "she who purrs prays thrice".

I need to take some more pictures of Maglet soon.

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Am being tremendously blessed by listening to all of my Andrea Bocelli albums on my MP3 player tonight. It's July. I don't know why, but July always finds my heart longing for Italy, for learning new Italian words, for reading books by Italians about Italians (am thinking tonight primarily of Adriana Trigiani), for reading books about Italy (by Frances Mayes in particular), for listening to Italian opera and Italian songs by Andrea Bocelli and Josh Groban, and egads, PLEASE Heaven spare me: this time of year finds me even more susceptible to the charms of Italian men. But I'm older and wiser now. I don't frequent Catholic Match any longer. I am happy now being single but there is always, always, ALWAYS something so... intoxicating about Italian men. I'm 48 and a half. I'm getting "old" and I am very, very, very set in my ways. NO MORE CATHOLIC MATCH!!!!

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Well, it's time to settle down with a book... an audio book. During the last trip to Planet Migraine, I could not even bear to listen to an audio book even very, very, very quietly. Right now, I'm up to it. Mebbe something by Frances Mayes.

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Thank you for reading my "epistle". If you made it all the way through this blog entry, you'll see that I will pray my morning Rosary for my blog readers. God knows who you are even if I don't, and He loves you so very much. I commend each of you to His tender care each day. I consecrate this blog to the Blessed Mother of Jesus, asking that she will pray for purification of whatever I have written that is faulty and in error, and asking that she will ask Jesus to bless what little good I am able to say. Just please, please, PLEASE remember that Jesus is on your side. He WILL rescue you. As Brennan Manning, may he rest in peace, used to say, "God is insanely enamored of you!".

May the Lord bless you this week!

Much, much, much love to you in Jesus - whether my readers be one or more! 

- Miss Chris