Another Rainy Day in Oklahoma

Yesterday morning it rained and Hubbin brought me my first cup of the day, before I opened my second eye; I cannot remember the last time I’ve had that luxury. This will add to the list of just why I love rainy days, “coffee in bed” is now on my list.

This morning I’m reflecting on the number of songs that are about rain, but I don’t think it’s because I’m in a reflective mood; I think it’s because of the medication I am taking that is making me quite loopy with random, fleeting thoughts.

I injured my back the last time I went to assist the family; I fell down on their stairs and got a few bruises to both my body and my ego, but my back has been hurting ever since. A trip to the E.R. took care of some initial pain but I’m in between a rock and a hard place with this. I cannot take hard core pain meds – they make me extremely ill, so I’m left with over-the-counter meds that only take the edge off. In addition to being in pain, I’ve had the littles, my grands here for the last week. Hubbin has been awesome – he’s catered to me as well as to the littles; getting them clothing and snacks and directing traffic when it came to their activities. They left yesterday morning, but all day yesterday I was listening to the sounds of my house, and it was a bit too quiet. I think I was listening for them, even knowing they had left, but still, it didn’t turn off my “Grandma Radar.” Tomorrow we will get our home back to ‘pre-grandchildren’ by taking down our Christmas tree that we left up for them, putting away their bedding and toys, and doing the final ‘child laundry.’ I say “we” but Hubbin has taken on most of this because of my injury.

Just another reason why I love my Hubbin.