So this has been the worst week imaginable. Missus has had a serious health event, and we have had some scariness going on here at the old Peasant’s Manor Farm. A lot of what has happened is beyond what I would want to share on an online journal. But it has consumed time and resources and prevented me from keeping up with the ‘other’ things in life. Right now, my focus has been getting the kids to and from school, and making sure Missus is getting the care she needs. I also have been managing communications with people who care about her. Well, the ones who show it, anyway. I am not bothering with the ones who cannot keep up with her when things are good. Why?
So we have done some tidying up around the house, and kept the animals fed here. Kept the home fires burning, as it were. There is more work to do. But it really has been a matter of slowing the pace and doing what we can when we can while keeping the priorities up front. At some point, most everybody knows how it is.
Funny how something like this focuses the mind on what a person needs to do, not just for the day, but for after the event. I want to make some furniture but never seem to get around to it. I feel more determined right now to get at it, to set some goals and work on them. I see in my mind some things I need to change. I think I have a better path forward pictured in my head. Funny enough, I want to do some photography too. So, there is a route forming in my mind for that, too. Do the scary things make the mind more efficient at such thinking? It’s also a good refiner of thinking just to realize that one, obstacles aren’t really important, and can just be ignored, and two, that the priorities in life are about what we create. That creation obviously includes the relationships with people. But that need to leave a legacy, I think. To make a life mean something more than itself. To plant the tree others can shade under.
Well, I am lay here. I have caught up with others, my wife, her sister in the UK, a couple of others who dropped messages overnight. I have finally figured out something to write here to indicate that this has happened, and to journal it. I want to go see Missus today, as ever. The poor kid is lay there alone, and I hate the thought of it. I will be interested in seeing how she recovers and how she refocuses. I am also eager to see my kids this morning. Their little sweet hearts need tending to, and assuring that things will be okay, and that this break in the routine is only temporary, and that we will be using it to improve what we are doing, and not to let it get us down.