Archive for January, 2008

Sweet success

About 17 and a half years ago, I sat on the love seat that’s now in our bedroom – it was in the living room of our first Birchwood house then – and held a little baby girl. She had just finished eating, and she had that sleepy, droopy look that satisfied babies have; complete with a tiny trickle of milk at the corner of her mouth. She was six weeks old and for some reason, it struck me just then that this was a special girl. That it would require something special and uncommon to raise her. At that moment, I knew we would homeschool this firstborn child.

We did.

Now we are at the end of that journey. A lot of water has gone under the Bull Creek bridge. A lot of algebra problems have been solved. A lot of biology definitions have been memorized. A lot of standardized tests have been taken, and a LOT of essays and history papers have been written.

A lot of prayers have been prayed. A lot of books have been bought. A lot of contest entries have been proofed, and a lot of award ceremonies have been attended.

But never have I been so proud, so fulfilled, and so affirmed as I was today when Katie showed me two pieces of paper. The first was a letter of acceptance from Hillsdale College, her third (I think) choice. While not overtly Christian, Hillsdale is known for its strong conservative political leanings, its rigorous academics, and its adamant refusal to accept any government funding. No Hillsdale student is allowed to receive any government funding, either.

The second piece of paper was a certificate saying that Hillsdale has granted Katie a half-tuition scholarship, renewable for four years, assuming a minimum B-average!

Of course I know that who Katie is is MUCH more important than which college she attends or who pays for it, but to have an outside source (especially one that I respect and that knows what it’s talking about) acknowledge this young lady’s achievements, abilities and potential is just about as satisfying as it gets. I am partying! Suddenly, all the stuff that needs to be done doesn’t matter. Who cares if the house is clean? Who cares if the computer locks up? I just got the biggest pat on the back I’ve ever received, and it came from someone I’ve never even met.

What a day! Go, Katie. Fly high.

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See President laugh

I think the president laughed more during his State of the Union address tonight than he has in any other one-hour period in the past year.  I guess when you have absolutely nothing left to lose, you can say whatever you want and have fun while you say it.  The man was certainly relaxed, and Ms. Pelosi had some interesting facials, as well.

Now it remains to be seen who will be selected to lead our country next.  I am 97.43% sure I have decided how to cast my vote in our primary on “Super” Tuesday, although I don’t think my man will gain the nomination.  With my pen, I will vote my principles, and with all my heart, I will pray for our nation.

Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

The unimaginable has indeed happened.  We went out to eat last night (a Friday night) at Lambert’s, and they were “SEATING NOW.”  Can you believe it?!?!?  We could not.  NEVER in eleven years have we EVER gone to Lambert’s and not had to wait – often as long as an hour-and-a-half.  But at 7:00 PM on January 26, 2008, there was absolutely no wait.

Dessert Central

Our ministry banquet is tomorrow night.  We are ordering the salad, entree, and bread catered, but (as is our tradition), we are providing homemade desserts.   This is largely because I see no point in wasting one’s capacity on store-bought dessert.  Anyway, we have several people bringing desserts, and I was going to bring two.

You never know how many folks will actually show up for these events.  I am trying to remember, but it seems like most years we have about 75% of those who say they will come actually come.  If that holds true, we will be in fine shape on all the food; if they all come, we’ll be perfect; but if the few others who have casually mentioned that they might come truly do come, the dessert scene may get a little tight.

Hence I decided that in addition to the 10×15 Carrot Cake and the 9×13 Chips of Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake, I would also make some cookies that can be held in reserve, just in case.  Yesterday, I whipped up a nice batch of Cereal Cookies, and this morning I made the Carrot Cake.  In fact, I decided to make one to take and another one to freeze, but I actually split the one to freeze into two small, family-sized cakes.  Now there are three Carrot Cakes cooling in the kitchen and a big Tupperware of cookies – all strictly off limits to the family for the time being.

Tomorrow, Andrew and I will make the Chips of Chocolate Peanut Butter Cake, and then I will finally be done with all the bowl scraping and beater licking that I have been forced to do recently.  It’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it, right?

Pharmacy funded

We picked up the long-awaited prescription this evening at the Walgreens drive-through window.  I think I can breathe easy for about two weeks now.

In other news, I memorized my first piano piece (of this season of my life), “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.”  I am doing well at theory, well on ear training, well on hymns, and terribly on memory.  I don’t know why it’s so hard for me.  Jessica can memorize like crazy – piano music, Bible passages, anything.  She has memorized the same piece.  Andrew has, too.  He also transposed the first page of it from C to G, but that is another story.  Anyway, I had a great piano lesson, and I have lots of fun stuff to work on over the next two weeks.

That would be during the two weeks that I am NOT working on getting prescriptions refilled!

Fern forgiven, frustration forgotten

The prescription arrived via US mail at the pharmacy today.  There was an ice storm last night and many roads in our part of the state are slippery, with many cars in ditches.  I could understand mail being delayed in light of these conditions, but this piece of mail took a week to travel through three counties – while the roads were dry and clear!

Fun with Fern

So I called the doc’s office and spoke with his nurse, Fern. She said she mailed the prescription last Tuesday (January 15).  She confirmed that she mailed it to Walgreens in Ozark.  Fine and good. The pharmacy still doesn’t have it. There is no mail delivery today (January 21) and we run out of meds on Wednesday (January 23). If any readers have lived with a bipolar ADHDer who has no meds, they will be able to relate to my rising panic. So, tell me, Fern, what should I do?

Fern: “Well, the doctor will be in tomorrow from 1:00 PM to 3:00 or 4:00 PM, and I’ll ask him if he will re-write this prescription. If he will, you can come pick it up.”

Me: “Your office is an-hour-and-a-half away from my home, which is why I called ten days in advance, so it could be mailed to the pharmacy.”

Fern: “Well, if he is willing to write it, I’ll call you.”

Me: “Okay, and if he is not willing to write it, what should I do?”

Fern: “Wait for it to come (to the pharmacy) in the mail.”

Me: (trying HARD to control my exasperation) “I’ve BEEN waiting almost a week! How on earth long can it take for a prescription to be mailed from Mountain Grove to Ozark?!?!?” (The distance between the two is about 65 miles.) “It should only take a day or two!”

Fern: “Oh, it often takes up to ten days. It can take ten days for mail to get from here to West Plains.” (That distance is 45 miles. I could get mail to West Africa faster than this. Go figure.) “That’s why we don’t normally mail prescriptions and sometimes we refuse to, but we do in special situations.”

Me: (dumbfounded) “So, are you telling me that every month I am going to need to drive to Mountain Grove to get this prescription?!?!”

Fern: “Well, you have to bring your son in for an eval anyway, don’t you?”

Me: “He only comes in every three months, and the doctor said he might stretch that out because we live so far away.”

Fern: “Well, if the doctor is willing to re-write this prescription, I’ll call you.”

Me: “And if he’s not?”

Fern: “I told you; you’ll have to wait till it comes in the mail. That’s all I can do.”

So I thanked her – not sure for what – and hung up.

I am wondering what will happen if the script never arrives at the pharmacy and the doc refuses to write another one, but I will choose not to dwell on that. As to my assumed three-hour jaunt to Mountain Grove Tuesday afternoon. . . (sigh) it’s only time and money, right? And the drive is peaceful. It’s all freeway. And I can listen to a book on tape.

Scott says I need to learn how to deal with unchangeable circumstances, so I guess this is my lesson.