After several days of working really hard, my energy sort of crashed. I’ve had low motivation days in which I’ve taken naps and done only my daily chores–nothing strenuous. Both EJ and I are still struggling somewhat with the sinus infection, although there’s been improvement. If the sinus infection lasts for too much longer, I’m going to give it a name.
My friend and I are finally back to studying Hebrew together! Whoo hoo! We live in different states so we learn together by videochat. We studied Hebrew for a couple of years but then had to stop because of JJ’s cancer. Our life situations since then have prevented us from studying, but we are finally back to it. We have forgotten a lot of what we had learned so we are pretty much starting over, but we don’t mind. Hebrew is a very beautiful, amazing language. Unlike other languages, Hebrew is more than grammar and pronunciation. Each letter or word has deep meaning so our lessons involve discussions of life and faith. We love it! We are so glad to be back to studying!
Yesterday afternoon EJ texted me: “I got a huge sliver in my left hand so now at hosp. I am ok, waiting for Rx for antibiotic before heading back to work. It is stiff, swollen & sore…” I asked him how big the sliver was, but he ignored my question. When he got home, I asked again and he told me “You don’t need to know.” I told him that I really wanted to know so then he told me that the sliver was several inches long–about two inches of it went into his thumb. He pulled it out and almost passed out with pain–and he can handle a lot of pain so it must have REALLY hurt. He wasn’t going to say anything to his boss, but his hand began to throb so he told his boss who told him it was company policy that he needed to go to the hospital to have it checked out. So he went, and they did an x-ray even though they didn’t think a wooden sliver would show up. It didn’t, although they did find a sliver of something else in his hand–probably magnesium from his previous job. There is no way to tell if there is still a wood sliver in his hand so they gave him an antibiotic to prevent any infection. Hopefully if there is a sliver, it will work itself out.
As EJ was telling me all this, I said, “Yuck, yuck, I think I’m going to be sick.” He said, “Next time you need to trust me when I tell you that you really don’t need to know.” I said, “But I care about you!” He said, “I know you care, but you don’t need to know.” I agreed. Even as a child I was so empathetic that I almost fainted (and sometimes did) when I saw/read/heard about suffering.
One a happier note, yesterday these really cool garden shoes appeared on my Facebook timeline. They are called “sloggers” and they are
Best of all, they have chickens on them and are my favorite color of yellow! I have never particularly liked pale yellow, but this yellow–what I call “school bus” or “construction sign” yellow–fills me with strong feelings of warm happiness whenever I see it. It’s the same happiness that I feel when I see cute puppies or kittens. It’s very difficult to resist garden shoes in happy yellow.
I’m in and out of the house all day so I like slip on shoes that I can quickly slip on when I go outside and kick off when I enter the house. I don’t want to have to keep pausing to tie my shoes whenever I go outside or risk tracking dirt, straw, or poultry poop into the house. My current “work” shoes are dirty, worn out, and scruffy. Often I accidentally slosh water on them as I water the garden, fill/empty the ducks’ pool, or carry buckets of drinking water for the poultry. I save my good sneakers for going out in public. I wistfully showed the yellow garden shoes to EJ and he said, “They aren’t that expensive. Buy them.” So I ordered them this morning. In a few days, I will have happy yellow chicken shoes to work in.