Gravel Road Musings

Tristan David joined the Glick household today, bring the family numbers up to 22, I believe. No 23 will be arriving later this year. I forgot how exciting it is to have a new nephew born in your area. We trooped on in to see him at the young age of about 5 hours. He is a cute little guy, long fingers, stuffed in lower jaw and a nice amount of hair covered by a Packer color knit hat. He looks like his brother just older than him. It was fun going to see him, though I was once again negligent about taking a gift or flowers or even a little balloon, but I think mom was understanding. Then I realized something-- It's been almost 22 years since I went to the hospital to see a new niece or nephew. That time it was a new niece, not only a new one, a first one. How exciting--me at the ripe old age of 7. As I recollect and have been told, I wanted to be nominated chief niece holder, but I think that got old when she got older and wanted me to do everything with her. Then it wasn't so f...

I was reading my devotional tonight by Emilie Barnes and the title was "Your True Movitvation". Do I do what I do because I'm afraid if I don't, God will punish me, or do I do it out of pure love for Him and to bring glory to His name. It was challenging for me to think about. This can apply to so many areas. I work for 2 reasons. 1. I do really enjoy my job. 2. I get paid to do it. But if I didn't get paid, would I still really want to work? I'm afraid right now with so many other things I want to do hollering for my attention or quietly sulking away in the corner, I wouldn't work for the shear pleasure of enjoying what I do with not monetary benefit. I don't know that I would do it any time either. But am I working to bring honor to God or to bring a name to myself? I want to be the best nurse, the best employee, but why? For my own pleasure or for God's glory? I have to be honest, normally for myself. Why do you do what you do? In othe...

I think there's a story I promised you a while back of something that happened at work. Now, I realize this blog doesn't have a wide readership at this point, but I just wonder for those who read it, what your husband would have done. It's 5:30 on a Tuesday evening. The time for the lady's prenatal appt. However, she is late, which is not unusual. She normally is, but then about 5:50, this man comes up to the counter, kind of leans on the counter and says, "My wife needs some help; she's having it." I don't recognize the man and my mind doesn't fully process what is going on. After further questioning, I realize he is saying that the 5:30 appt has arrived and Tillie (fictional name) is about to or has had her baby. I summon the doctor and grab some supplies and we head out to see Tillie in the back seat of the van trying to hide her baby. The van is full; they brought two children along, her sister is with her with her two children, plus the driver...

I don't know if anyone wondered about the flowers posted at the top of the blog, but if you did, let me tell you about them. Dave, for our anniversary, decided to get me living flowers instead of cut flowers. It was a nice gesture, signaling how our marriage is a living one that will last beyond the days of cut flowers or the days of nice romance, young love, and high ideals. The unfortunate problem with these flowers is I killed them. Now, I didn't do this on purpose, believe me. I tried to save these flowers. They were beautiful with buds coming out on them. I watered them regularly, possibly too much, and the buds started dying before they bloomed and then the leaves started falling off and so on and so forth. In a last desperate effort to save them, I trimmed off all the dead stuff, but it didn't help. So now my once beautiful azalea is sitting outside in the back of our flower bed, where I am hoping against hope it is only hibernating. Basically, in short, I am living ...

1. It is Dr. S not just S. If you want to shorten it go with Doc, not just the last name. It seems so crude. The secretary threatens to have the patient hold so she can go throw up when someone does this. 2. It is a Prescription, not a subscription. A prescription is medication that you get at a pharmacy, a subscription is often a magazine that comes through the mail. 3. It is Lyme disease not Lymes. There is no plural. 4. It is perfectly okay and welcome really to shower before you come to your doctor's appt. In fact, the nurse would way rather have to spray away the smell of your strong perfume/cologne than the smell of your few weeks old BO. 5. Appointments are not only prefferred, they are required. I know we will work you in in an emergency, but please for all other things, make an appointment first. 6. It is not okay to ask questions about the patient that was just in or your friend who came in last week. While we would love to discuss this with you, the government has put ha...

I'm back again. It's been a really, really good week. There is only one thing that will totally complete and that should happen in the next hour. D is coming. I have been at my parents since Wednesday evening and I am really, really ready to see D. I could dance around the house in my excitement about him coming, but I have refrained. I am trying to maintain a more "mature level of excitment." I've decided that if I think I can set up and design a web store for someone that I had better learn how to master my own blog design first, so maybe over the next few weeks, you will see new and different changes to the site. I won't say improvements, because I don't know if it will be that. First, maybe I should learn how to put pics on my blog. Blogs are ever so much more interesting if accompanied by pics, but I get so discouraged about the picture uploading and rearranging process that occurs that I don't upload any pics. This blog is really about nothing in...

Tonight feels like I should blog, but I feel like maybe I have nothing to blog about. I just read http://quiet_hearts.xanga.com/ and now can feel relatively uninspired. I like to think maybe I can write, but then I read hers and feel woefully inadequate and yet inspired to try a little more. I don't know that I'm trying tonight. In case you are still wondering I did get pies 12 and 13 done. It was Eva's Rhubarb Pie and a Chocolate Fudge Pecan Pie. Both were quite delicious. I love rhubarb pie. Now I realize I may be in the minority with that sentiment, but it is true. Rhubarb and me go way back. Way back to those summers when it seemed like everything we ate was rhubarb. On to other things, my mom and sister came today and helped me finish the garden. What a great feeling. Now to begin the weeding. So discouraging, but if only I can look ahead to the harvesting, maybe it won't seem quite so bad. When I am out weeding, then is the time to wonder why Eve ever ate the fru...