Monthly Archives:January 2008

Share a Square – update:

sasbags.JPGShelly has done such a great job with, first, having the idea, and second, following through on the idea to gift 140 campers with afghans . . . Share a Square was born on a whim and took off on a wing and a prayer.

A lot of people have written and said they could neither knit or crochet, that they could sew. So, it is THOSE people on whom we call now. All of the squares needed to complete the afghans have been collected. They are being joined together. That part of the project is complete.

The first youngster to receive an afghan loved it – he would not take the tags off it (each square in each afghan is made by different people who place a tag on it with their good wishes) for two weeks she was told. Then he would shuffle the tags like cards, looking through them again and again.

So, Shelly had another great idea – wouldn’t it be fun if each child had a bag in which to hold their tags once they were taken off the afghans?

Yeah, I thought so, too. So, I agreed to put out a plea to you all requesting your help in this. We are putting together 140 afghans, so we need 140 bags. They can be as simple or as fancy as you choose. I will be collecting 70 bags and Sherry at Yellow Rose Garden is collecting 70 bags.

The bags pictured above are just to give you an idea. The white bag is probably too big for the project, but the dark red one is just about the right size at 3 1/2 by 5 inches. I received it at a welcome home shower for a Chinese orphan who was adopted by people at church. It is made of Chinese silk and held candy as I recall – from China.

But it looks to be a perfect size to hold all of the tags from an afghan.

If you are interested in helping with this part of the project, drop a comment here – make sure to leave your email address. I’ll get in touch with you and we can exchange address information at that time.

Thanks, everyone.

So – I went to work today – first time since the 19th. Felt a bit like a slacker when I left after four hours, but know that it is better for me to take it easy this week. Certainly do NOT want a relapse, after all.

I had only told a few about the heart attack – it was a need to know sort of thing. Those who needed to know in order to make decisions and make sure the agency stayed on keel – those were the ones I told.

So – why the reticence about telling everyone? And, why is it okay now?

Big questions those! And, I am having a bit of an awakening in doing the sorting out of the answers.

I think that is where the “shame factor” comes in. My inner moosie tells me that people might be thinking to themselves “well, of COURSE she had a heart attack – lookit the SIZE of her.”

No, YOU wouldn’t say that – you’re my fans and all that.

But, having always had a bit of a self-esteem problem (due to a LOT of things – I am, after all, as normal in that respect as anyone) most of my life, I tend to think that people WOULD think that sort of thing – ya know?

So – it was with a bit of AHA! and pride that I heard the news from the docs that my heart is in such good shape – NO placque – NO blockages – nice big, clean arteries – the blood flow is good – the valves look good – the chest ct came back clean . . . AHA! I say!

I left the docs all scratching their heads over the enigma that is me. We all know that I had a heart attack, but none of us knows why. The docs like black and white, yin and yang, they like to FIX things and hate it when they can’t or don’t know why they can’t. Heh.

My friend from church? She says God healed me during our drive to Anchorage. You know what? He has the power to do that – so maybe so, maybe so.

All I know is that I can hold my head up high, raise my hands to the sky and praise Him for yet another day on this earth.

Hope you all do the same.

Happy Birthday Mama!

Everything should be working now. Tada! (grin)

1. One that is puzzling, ambiguous, or inexplicable.
2. A perplexing speech or text; a riddle.

Yeah, Number 1 refers to moi this week. A lot has happened since last Sunday. I wrote about it over here – that’s the first half of the story. The second half of the story is here. And, while I was going to recap it here, too, I really don’t have it in me.

Please go over there and read the story – and know that I am fine – really. I’m an enigma and love being one. The docs just do not know what to do with me.

gored.JPGAnd . . . please check out these links and take care of yourselves, okay? Thank ya, thank ya very much.

Go Red for Women Heart Checkup

Providence Heart Center

I have been placed in a position of authority until April 1st because my boss is on a 3 month sabbatical. (it’s well deserved and earned, I must say. We are all so glad she is getting this chance)

This, of course, is in addition to doing my own job and so there is sometimes a bit of stress. Add to that the time I have missed due to my little surgery escaped, and I am understanding more than before how much my boss needs this time away from all of us.

But, I am learning the power of – and the need for – delegation of duties. In the past couple of weeks it has become quite clear to me that I simply cannot (nor should I) do it all. So, I have tried to assign (sounds so stiff, but can’t think of another way to say it) things to other – very well qualified – staff members.

One day I even caught myself sounding just like my boss – and I stopped mid-sentence, looked at the person I was talking to, and said “Wow! I sounded just like an Executive Director there for a minute, didn’t I?” and we both laughed.

But it was one of those “AHA!” moments for me.

You can ask my kids – I don’t always have a great deal of self assuredness. My boss even told me one time that even though I go kicking and screaming into something new she can count on me to come through in the end. That is so good to hear – but it is also so hard for me to believe.

Slowly, I’m starting to believe that I can do this!!!

Gonna have to think of a way to thank my boss on her return – of course, handing the agency back to her in good shape is one way, huh?

But – maybe chocolates, too. ๐Ÿ˜‰