I fall prey to the impulse to mostly write then things are good, not when things are bad, or when things I decided don’t quite turn out the way I’d wanted them to.
But that’s also a part of life and not blogging about the bad stuff means that I’m only bragging about the good. Bleh.
The dental thing I thought I’d taken care of? Not so much. The dentist didn’t actually figure out the adjustment of the bite until the third subsequent visit, and by then all the nerves were so inflamed he had me do a week-long prednisone series to calm things down. And that didn’t just calm down the inflammation it also has depressed me significantly as well as delayed my final test on my blood sugar numbers for another three months.
But I am maintaining my lower weight pretty well, with the help of my boys. That’s been a good note.
We realized we didn’t know where we were going to land while John’s family was here for Jet’s graduation. So we started in on renting another storage unit to put everything in while we were floating, and into it is going all our furniture and all the non-food items that we could just do without for a month, maybe a month and a half because we had to be out of this house by the 17th of June.
The three of us had all kinds of ideas about what to do with our homeless time, including staying with a few friends for a week at a time, and going on road trips for the weeks in between, but then Karen stepped in. She lost her husband and our good friend, Steve, fairly recently, and she’s in a huge house on Lake Machintosh by herself and she wants to keep the house but it’s lonely sometimes...
I still remember when Jet was nine... and talking with a friend and liking the feeling of being able to play with that friend and just saying, matter-of-factly, “I get lonely sometimes.”
The move out is imminent. The move in is unknown. Still.
Sometimes, though, things are good even in the midst of suckage.
Two of the great good things have to do with Jet. The first is the healing of his arm. The second (and many more) had to do with his graduation.
John’s mother, Isabel, came with David (John’s brother) to stay with us over Jet’s graduation weekend. She’s gone to Emily’s graduation almost immediately after her broken neck, so she came with the same determination to be a part of everything no matter what. I am grateful for my relationship with Isabel in every way, and it was good to be able to put them put here in the house while we had it rented from the new owners. We had a blast while they were here.
And the counselors of the program really got to learn about him as a person, since they met with him every single week of his whole four year career there. I love what they wrote about him, and reading it, it finally struck me that the biggest thing that I gave Jet was that feeling I had through my 40’s, which was that “I can do anything if I work at it long enough” belief in himself. That’s all I can ask for as a parent.
It was beautiful out, and everyone enjoyed the ceremony, which wasn’t too long given how many students there were, and Jet got a special purple tassel for being in UHS, which was really cool to see. Afterward, we all went home, found some lunch, and enjoyed each others company.
It was a good week with everyone here.
Another amazing thing for me was the fact that Costco stopped selling their plain soy milk. I was able to buy a flat of twelve quarts for just fifteen dollars, which was a really good price compared to our local super market, which sold organic quarts for $3 a piece or the Asian market, who sold half gallons for five dollars a piece. But they stopped selling it completely and only sold the Vanilla option, which had half again as much sugar, which I really didn’t need with the blood glucose problem. So I finally looked into what it would take to make my own, and it turned out that it was very very little. A locally owned bulk market store here sells the raw, organic, non-GMO (not that I’m worried about that particularly) soy beans for about eighty cents for 250 grams of beans, and amount makes me more than half a gallon of soy milk. All I have to do is add water, heat, and my attention and the usage of a lot of kitchen equipment I already have.
And yes, I have to boil it longer up here at altitude to properly denature the protein inhibitor, but thirty minutes works beautifully and I have a good source of calcium where I can control exactly how much sugar goes into the whole batch.
So that was a less happy thing that ended up being better than I could have thought. I suspect that getting to know Karen better will end up in much the same camp.
We’re thinking about going to the Canadian Rockies, maybe visiting John’s mother for a bit, and otherwise wandering about a little, for just a week or a few days at a time rather than for all the weeks we’re loose. So I’ll update while on the road, too.