Musings of a Midwestern Gal

t is 1:41am.  In the morning.  In the stinkin' wee hours of the morning!!

I am awake.  I am in pain.  And I am not happy about it...not one single bit happy. And I am arguing...with myself.  

So, the wait is over.  The phone rang late Friday afternoon.  My surgeon's voice was on the other end.  I took a deep breath.  A word was uttered, "Benign".  

I was........without words.

And still am. 

This time last week it was warm.  I wore sandals.  No jacket was required.  The sun was shining.  People were out walking, running and playing in parks.  The city was coming alive again.  

Today we awoke to snow on the ground!!  An extended commute time was caused by the short term memory issues of drivers.  The jacket came back out and even had to put on gloves.  I am wearing boots.  Oh, for the LOVE!

It is 3:37pm. It is Thursday. The sun is shining. A normal day.  

However.....
I am waiting.

For a call. 

{Side bar: most of you don't know this but I feel pretty strongly about rape.  I volunteered for over a year at a rape crisis center in Pensacola, FL in my early 20s. I spent many hours in the middle of the night talking to women who were still dealing with the emotional trauma of past rapes or abuse. Hours. I am passionate about this subject. You can't even imagine how passionate. Can. NOT. Even.}

55 years.  

That is how long my mom's family has been lucky enough to have a house on a lake.  When making this sign a few weeks back I was thinking a ton about how lucky our family was to have LIVED OUR LIVES at the lake....