Small Joys for the Bedridden

Bedrest is going to be hard this time around. Hyrum has a rambunctious personality, to put it mildly, and he doesn't want to lay in bed with me and watch movies. He wants to run and punch and write on the walls with whatever he can find. (I've never had a kid that does this. What to do?) Baby A will sit for a minute, but two two-year-olds is going to be a challenge. When Micah is here, at least, he can be my arms and legs. Thank heaven for four-year-old helpers!

Just a few snippets from Day one in the cell:

Cute, sassy hair is great for daily life. Cute, sassy hair is not great for the bedridden. It's layered so much in the back that most of the time it just sticks straight up! I've been wishing for a ponytail!

Natalie asked about a resolution to my deoderant dilhemma. I thought I'd found an easy solution--Secret Flawless. But I was waiting for the first taste of AZ summer to truly put it to the test. I found my answer on Sunday. For Easter, I played for a string quartet (their cellist is a gifted young woman named Heidi Denton, who is much better than she gives herself credit for)to accompany a gifted soprano (she's one of my Laurels, and I love her dearly). We did "O Divine Redeemer." Every single part of that arrangement is difficult. As we practiced before sacrament meeting, I realized that Secret Flawless will probably not be able to rise to the challenge of AZ heat. If it can't beat piano-performing nerves, it'll never beat 120 degrees. The song, on the other hand, was flawless, and I've never participated in a more spiritually moving number in my life. So glad I got to play before being banished to the bedroom!

Karen--I've taken your challenge for my down-time. And I've made it 2/3 of the way through Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. You're right. So much better this time through, without all the pressure of wanting to know what's going to happen!

My dear friend Marva popped in for a visit this morning. Just love her. She and her husband are serving an extended mission at BYU-I, and they make it back occasionally. I loved spending the morning with her! It made the time pass so much more quickly. If any of you are in the neighborhood, . . . . Micah can usually answer the door for me!

One of the great joys of being in bed is control of the TV remote. I'm catching up on all the back episodes of "Divine Design." Just love Candace Olsen. She rocks! But it does make me want to get out of bed and rearrange some stuff . . .

Speaking of TV, it's American Idol night! And it's one show that I really cannot bear to watch live. It has too much filler for my liking. But I was ever so grateful to Sue for posting Adam's performance last week. Does anyone have a chance of touching him this season? I mean, seriously.

And Jamie, one of your simple pleasures struck a chord with me. Peanut M&Ms minus the peanut. Must agree with you. Almost as good as that--Hershey's candy-covered chocolate eggs. Maybe you can find some on clearance at Target. They are a joy!

Last but not least, my latest book. Two words: completely overrated. Couldn't wait for it to be over, complete disinterest in the characters, to quote Simon Cowell: indulgent. Wouldn't even have finished reading it if it wasn't a bookclub choice. My advice: don't waste your time, and don't believe the reviews. UGH!

The only relatable line in the whole book: "The infirm always wait, and know it." That's where I am: waiting to hear from friends (in person and in cyberspace), waiting for Brad to come home, waiting to see what's for dinner, waiting for the dishwasher repairman, waiting for Baby.
Epiphany #65--Knowing doesn't make waiting any easier.