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treesta and Emily were with me when this text came through. I was so touched by it on many levels. Our reaction was happiness, but it also seemed prayer-full to me.
I also love how Matiss gets right down to basics and reminds me not to forget about picking up the dog from the kennel. I picked him up and we spent the night together. I'm home now watching after the Catties. Jem has his annual appointment today at 3:30 and Scout tomorrow at 11:45 a.m. I'll walk Huck at lunch time, then spend the night with him again.
I called this post, "Reaction" because I want to hear about a reaction you may have had to something and/or a reaction someone may have had to you that you've never forgotten.
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 06:58 AM
Here's a recent reaction.
In early December, I went wild with my hair and made it fuchsia with red highlights. The first couple of weeks, it was outrageously brilliant (rather than its usual merely brilliant). The day after I outrageously did my hair, I traveled to MouseLand and stopped by to visit my parents. When I walked into their apartment, my mother looked up and her eyes got as big as dinner plates. I could tell she was searching for SOMEthing to say.
"WOW. Your hair . . . ", said my mom. "Your hair . . . it's so . . . it's so . . . it's so . . . FESTIVE".
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 07:01 AM
Phone call at 4:30 AM from son in Iraq "Dad, has the Army called you yet?"
Text from Marine son departing for Afghanistan "On our way. Thanks for everything. See you in the Spring"
Phone call from New York from oldest son after he was with friends who did not have good relationships with their fathers. "I just wanted to call and say thanks"
Opening the front door one Saturday morning when boys were small and had been hospitalized. And there was my Dad.
PEACE saying "Yes".
Posted by: nowayasista | January 18, 2013 at 08:52 AM
REACTIONS
by nowayasista
Phone call, 4:30 a.m., son
In Iraq:
"Dad, has the Army called you yet"?
Text, Marine son,
Departing for Afghanistan:
"On our way. Thanks for everything. See you in the Spring".
Phone call, New York, oldest son
(with friends who did not have good father relationships):
"I just wanted to call and say, 'thanks'".
Opening door, sons small,
Hospitalized.
There was my Dad.
PEACE
saying:
"Yes".
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 09:14 AM
noway -- my 9:14 comment:
My reaction to your 8:52 comment.
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 09:16 AM
noway's act is hard to follow, but here are a few of my own:
Being my oldest son's "groupie" and biggest fan, watching him play at the Lincoln Center in NYC (or anywhere else, really.)
At redeployment ceremony in Kansas on return from Iraq: searching a sea of identically dressed soldier's for my son's face. Finding it!
Digitally: receiving a photo of Marine son in uniform, beside his sweet girlfriend. Proof that he was home from Afghanistan!
Seeing noway in Northern Wisconsin, arriving like a knight in shining armor, only with a Cadillac, the most comfortable car he could rent, to help me make the journey home with a fractured back.
Posted by: PEACEsista | January 18, 2013 at 09:19 AM
PEACE -- now YOUR comment is a hard act to follow.
My reaction to it was simple gratitude.
Thank you.
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 09:23 AM
The word in the Code Thingy for my 9:23 comment:
best
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 09:23 AM
The latest about Momista from Matissta:
*****
My mother looking better. Her vitals are better. She says she's feeling a tiny bit better but is a bit more responsive too. Physical therapists came in & she was able to bend her arms & legs with their assistance. They said that she did much better than yesterday.
All good but VERY slow progress. Baby steps. I don't want you to think otherwise.
*****
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 12:10 PM
Even VERY slow progress - baby steps is still much better than all that might have been. So very glad Matiss made it up there, that Momista was so glad to have her there, and that they have a couple of days together.
Counting every baby step. With love and prayers.
Posted by: treesta | January 18, 2013 at 12:55 PM
Can't improve upon treesta's 12:55 comment.
Posted by: babysis | January 18, 2013 at 01:41 PM
Thank you everyone for your continued support. It means a lot.
Another good sign is whenever she has asked me for something, like adjusting the bed or moisturizing her lips, she refers to me by my nickname. Sweet.
The staff has been terrific with us. Some of the staff I know from HS or related to HS friends.
Posted by: Matissta | January 18, 2013 at 03:18 PM
Oh, dear Matiss, It is good that you are able to experience some sweetness during this difficult time. I'm sure that your mother is grateful and comforted to have you there with her.
I'd imagine that people who knew you in high school, even casually, are happy to see you again. I know that I always am.
Pay attention and enjoy deeply each precious moment spent with your mom. Even a challenging moment may hold secret treasure.
Posted by: PEACEsista | January 18, 2013 at 04:12 PM
"Even a challenging moment may hold secret treasure".
Wow.
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 04:26 PM
Sweet...yup. That's it. So hard when Moms are sick...and hi to her from us if she remembers us. We loved her!
Posted by: frida | January 18, 2013 at 05:34 PM
Thank you, frida. Always wonderful to read your sass here. She enjoys your company, too.
Posted by: Flannista | January 18, 2013 at 05:48 PM
So relieved to read of the progress made over the past 24 hours. Thought of your Mom through the day, Matiss.
Get some rest.
Posted by: SC | January 18, 2013 at 06:31 PM
Thanks again. Nice to read the comments.
It's been a quiet day in a good way. Just me & my brother. We're planning on getting a bite to eat soon but waiting for the shift change before we leave. Trying to decide on a food choice. Last night we went on a pizza run. Nothing like NY pizza.
Here's another sweet thing. Every time a baby is born at the hospital, they play a part of the Brahms lullaby over the speakers. It's been a busy day today. We've heard it played 5 times so far!
Posted by: Matissta | January 18, 2013 at 06:43 PM
Thinking of you and Momista today, Matiss. Very happy to hear the day has had both sweet and quiet moments. We are interested in what your food choice was tonight ...
Posted by: babysis | January 18, 2013 at 09:39 PM
Thinking of you and your mom, Matiss. Take sweet care.
Posted by: barista | January 19, 2013 at 12:22 AM
Good morning, everyone. I talked with Matissta earlier. She's quite tired.
She really appreciates these comments. So do I. Thank you very much. I have another day of Pet Duty. Scout has her annual check-up this morning, and I'm going to drop off Huck at the kennel for the weekend so I can have some down time.
treesta, Emily and I will be watching the NFL Play-off games tomorrow. We'll be posting about it, so please save your smack sass until then.
Love to all.
Posted by: Flannista | January 19, 2013 at 08:39 AM
Sending healing energies and warmth to your Mom, Matiss. And waves of support to you, and to your brothers. Endearing moments with my mother, I find so healing. Called by a nickname as an adult -- it does indeed sound sweet. My mother told my sister and I some of the story of her life when we invited her to, many years ago. It quickly became evident to me that she was fond of her childhood and had happiness there. She talked about her mother and father, both born in Quebec, singing french songs together at times of family gatherings. Then she sang a love song in french, my mother did, as she was talking about these things. I'll never forget it. I think I'll always well with tears to hear my mother sing now.
Posted by: Emily | January 19, 2013 at 01:20 PM
That's a sweet story, Emily. Thanks for sharing it here. Maybe you can teach us some French songs someday. Although I'm not sure you want to hear us sing.
babysis, last night was Thai food. It was ok. I didn't choose. We went out with a friend of my brother's. I like his friend very much but the wife is a bit much.
I've been craving Greek food. There's a small place in town that has always been a favorite of mine. Might have to grab a chicken souvlaki sandwich tonight. Meeting up with a friend & staying over her house tonight.
My mother has been moved to a chair (doesn't look much different from the bed), but sitting her up should help get her organs & fluids moving better.
Posted by: Matissta | January 19, 2013 at 02:15 PM
I'm glad your Mom is sitting up Matissta. Good for her.
I hope you have the opportunity to grab that chicken souvlaki tonight. I know we've talked briefly about how wonderful all the independent food establishments are in NY. So much variety. Ultimate yum. Enjoy your time with your friend.
Posted by: Emily | January 19, 2013 at 03:24 PM
Hey all.
Finally finished cleaning the house.
Scout's appointment went well. Both Catties are sleeping. I'm making myself an early dinner and will read for a while.
Emily -- your 1:20 comment is so touching. Thank you for posting it, and for keeping Matissta company in the 'sphere today.
I'm glad Momista is sitting up, too. I haven't been thinking about too much outside of her and Matissta. I can't remember the last time I spent an entire weekend without Matissta here in my house. Seems empty.
Posted by: Flannista | January 19, 2013 at 04:04 PM