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The Conclusion of a Lifetime: One, Anyway

Getting back to normal? Things still change.

My daughter’s wedding is now over. People have moved back into their own lives; my daughter is back from her honeymoon. Things are all getting back to whatever normal is.

But, there have been changes; things are not the same; they will not ever be the same. I read another post by Blessed with a Star on the Forehead. She spoke of forgiving her Ex and moving on and still caring.

My daughter’s wedding was a bit of healing for me as well. Her mother, my ex, was at the small ceremony. It has always been with great difficulty that I am around her. We didn’t get along and, usually, have some form of disagreement within a short time, even if it is all within me. I just choose to not fight; it wasn’t worth it.

At the wedding, it was different this time. She was present, but the feelings were different; she treated me a bit different. She has changed. I could feel the honesty and the care she had. No, not a getting back together or anything. Her husband is a great guy; I told him so and have before. She was just more accepting and personable.

Just goes to show that life is truly what goes on when you are making plans. Life just happened.

(Above – close as two cats will get to hugging.  It feels good to get along.)

It’s good because now I can care what happens to the two of them. It was, yes, a lifting of spirit and a joy that let me be just a little better myself. We even hugged at the end of the ceremony and parted as people who could care for each other and be happy for the good things and sad for the bad things.

I like it much better.

God does know what He is doing.

The interesting this is that He is doing it even when we aren’t there.


If It Is Balanced, I am in for Some Good Times!

Father/Daughter Dance

I, now, get to tell the whole story of the dream wedding.  You see, it went wonderfully, however, behind the scenes with me I was living a quiet kind of chaos.  Truly, if life is balanced, I am in for some good times.  Here we go:

Some type of x-ray machine was used to guide the doctors in giving my injection.

First, in order to walk my daughter up the stairs and down the aisle as well as dance the father/daughter dance (“Butterfly Kisses”) with her, I had to go to a specialist and receive an injection in the hip to reduce nearly all the inflammation so the joint would not hurt and I wouldn’t have to use a cane.

The last time I did this, my sugar stayed fine, but the shot had no effect.  So, I requested going back to the first shot which worked really well, but caused my sugar to spike for about 24 hours.  My family doctor and I had talked before and I knew what med I could take a little more of and that a one-day spike would not really hurt me.  I just needed to watch things.  I arrived at the office late (traffic) and was ushered in.  The shot and all was done in about 1 hour and I headed to my one-day vacation at a hotel I chose about 10 miles from the wedding.  I would have to change hotels on Thursday, but I didn’t have to make the 120 mile round trip home and back the next day for the wedding rehearsal.

I got settled in, set up my computer, got ready, and planned on a relaxing evening.  I lay back in the bed, turned on Showtime to watch a movie, and … the power went out!

This phone would have worked during the power outage.

It was only out a few seconds.  However, it took out the TV, the phones, and the Internet.  I didn’t get upset, so much as I wanted to get it fixed.  I got up to go tell them at the front desk (phone wouldn’t work) and decided it was too far to walk right now.  It all came back in about 20 minutes.

That evening, I settled down to eat supper (dinner was at Cracker Barrel right after the injection procedure).  I took my sugar and it was 220!(2:21PM) I took the extra med and waited. About 3:42, it was 192 (normal is less than 130).  At 6:51pm it was 171.  It was 177 at 8:11.  I called the doctor at this point as I wanted to eat.  He never returned my call.  I left another message for him.  He never returned my call (still hasn’t).

At 10:36, it was still 158, but I took my regular meds, ate about 3/4 usual meal.  It was 208 just after midnight, then 156 around 3:30AM.  I decided it was going down, I was going to sleep.

The next morning about 8:30, it had dropped to 122 and with breakfast and all was only 138 at 11:30, so I knew I was out of trouble.  I was also out of time at that hotel (great vacation – lol).  I over-shot supper just a little, but sugar was still only at 140 and, after that it never got to the 120 mark.

The great thing was my hip got continually better and I did walk my daughter down that aisle and I danced, slowly, but decently, and she was so pleased, it was worth the mess.

I did have to relearn one thing:  I have always made it a habit to take my Kindle and/or a book with me everywhere.  It is a luck thing.  I never need it if I take it.  I was running late to the rehearsal, so I didn’t take the Kindle.  I was off on the time and arrived an hour early!  Could’ve used that Kindle!

After the wedding, my son stayed with me at the hotel for the evening.  We visited the next day, ate lunch with Dad and Mom, then, I dropped him off at his other grandparents for the evening and they were to get him to the hospital.  That time went well.

Second. I got home Saturday night.  Now, I will add to this story by saying that I put all my things on the floor and went to my computer.  I sat in my favorite comfy chair, leaned back, and then was lying on my face on the floor.  The chair was in the only position it can be in to tip!

Welcome Home, Scott!

My cat, Tamika, was ecstatic to have me home.  When I had the stroke and was gone for months, she became very nervous and lost most of her hair.  Of course, this time was much less time, but I know she couldn’t know why I was gone.  My Mom stopped by to feed her, check the water, and check her on Thursday so it wouldn’t seem as long.

Regardless, Tamika had no tuna for several days (her favorite).  That night I didn’t want to eat tuna (I give her the nearly-empty can), so I broke my rule and gave her a full can.  Then I promptly forgot I had given it to her (stroke memory).  The next day I saw her finish off the can.  A little later I thought I heard her sneeze behind me.  I turned around and she walked behind my chair and threw up most of the tuna and a hairball!

What a welcome home!

Thirdly, on Sunday, I went to Cracker Barrel again for a late lunch. I can eat the meatloaf dinner there with green beans, carrots, and one piece of bread and my sugar stay normal.  I took my Kindle and read, spending a couple of hours there relaxing, reading, and eating.

About 2/3 of the way through my meal, my fork made a little dance move and flipped a fairly large piece of meatloaf (loaded with ketchup, of course) to my shirt.  At this point, it bounced down, striking my shirt near the waist, my pants (ahem) on the crotch-zipper, down my pant leg, on the bottoms of the pant leg, and onto the floor.  Water and napkins did something to help the situation; however, I somehow felt I had been strafed by a dead cow.  The blood-looking ketchup made the false entry wounds very visible.

I finished quickly and went home.

Finally, Sunday night I hoped things would settle down into the regular routine and I could begin my week per normal.

Early in the morning I got up, as usual, to go to the restroom and to get a drink; it was dark.  I went to the kitchen (not unusual) and the cat followed (not unusual).  It was when we reached the kitchen that the cat (as per normal) got ahead of me and dropped in her normal spot on the kitchen floor.  I was sleepy.  I know this is going to happen.  However, as I stepped out of the way, I can only assume she decided to swish her tail to a point directly under my foot.

She squeals, I jump at the sound, and…lose my balance.

I have noticed that, when I fall, my world slows down.  I can see and think and react much better and faster than normal.  If it is adrenaline, then I am thankful for it as it has saved me many times.  This time, it allowed me to dropped to my knees with my palms hitting the floor the hardest, breaking my fall.  I knew the cat was under me and silently hoped she was on the move so I would not land directly on her.  My eyes caught the blurry flash of her tail to my side and moving past me as I hit the floor.

No damage done; we all lived and are uninjured.

My world, people, and welcome to it! (As the old show went)  I think, really think, that something wonderful must be coming up as the world seems to be trying to balance it out with all the mess it dealt to me from Wednesday to Monday!



The Daughter of the Father

Wedding Day is done! They survived; I survived/ I am dead tired and may not recoup for several days, but it was all worth it.

The weather was beautiful; the winery was gorgeous; everyone behaved.

Below is a clip (about 9 min) of the biggest part of the ceremony.

I added in a pic or two. I hope you all know how proud I am of my daughter for all the planning, but also I am very proud to have a son-in-law that I should never have to worry about. He loves her totally.

They got married on their 10th anniversary of dating. They have been through a lot already and are tougher for it.

Thanks to an anti-inflammatory injection/procedure, I was able to walk my daughter down the aisle and dance with her once.

Daddy is proud.

Friday Fictioneers – 11/8/2012

A Cold Reception

By Scott L Vannatter

November 8, 2012

The bride stepped to the window and tried to peer through the frost and ice.  All she could think of was how it would all be ruined now; the slight prediction of snow had become a reality.  Her heart nearly stopped; tears began.  Suddenly, two hands were placed on her shoulders.

“Cold Hands, warm heart,” was all he said.

She turned and looked at her father, her tears not even to her cheeks.

“It will be okay, you think?”

“I know it will.  You two are much more in love than a mere 1/2 inch of snow.”

Hugs said the rest.


I did not have access to Word today, so I had to manually count the words.  Should be 100. could be off 1 or 2, sorry!



From the Perspective of the Father of the Bride

From the Perspective of the Father of the Bride
By Scott L Vannatter
November 5, 2012

9-11 now 11-9
The first an epic emergency
This an epic event
My mind and heart are at odds

It’s been well over a decade
The time passed so quickly yet so slow
You went from being that little longhaired beauty
To the wonderful woman you are now

Seems like yesterday, I was explaining all
Questions about boys had not yet begun
Little did I know then
I wouldn’t be around for those puzzlers

Things have changed; they always do
You have grown tall and brilliant
A doctor, the first?, with my name
Though that will change in a few days

I have changed too
Now, I have a companion
Made of wood and it stays with me
Not a marriage, but a union nonetheless

I struggle now; we both do
I with my memory fractured and
You with the struggles of a home
Something you take on happily

He’s a good one, this Josh
There for you through thick and thin
Yet, has time for this old one
When I have problems in his arena

You focus as two but will be fastened
Not a knot but a bow
Something on a gift not a noose
One I hope is yours forever

My part is small; it was larger before
You two met
Now, as one you face the future
And, for once, I see brightness

I find myself in a quandary
Caught between two tastes
The bitterness of separation
And the joy and sweetness of love

Yours is a vow, a promise, a hope
Filled with joy, though sorrows will
Poke their heads in from time to time
See them as reminders not permanent tenants

Bring forth your lives
Started as two, now joined as one
Know that the father believes
The love to be true

Love you, Daughter

Beauty lies within yourself

The only impossible journey in life is you never begin!! ~Tanvir Kaur


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