pled for continuity report on my dad's kidney stones. p.s. my mom is really hilarious, i mean let's not leave her out of this story! she sent me the most recent update on his condish and i must tell a little back story for it to make a bit more sense to you wonderful friends: my mom is really progressing in her internet savvyness and when i first started this blog up last year, i checked in with her, challenging and reminding her to check it (she is a big fan. not just because she is my mother, she insists upon this detail.) and one such conversation went like this:
me: "so mom, have you checked my recent blog posts?"
mom: "uh no honey, i haven't logged on it for awhile."
me: *guffaws and gasps for air for more than a moment. howls might be a more appropriate description of this noise*
mom: *silence. small chuckle.* "uh, melissa what is so funny? what? what are you laughing about?"
me: "mom *gasp* oh my goooosh ! that is soooo hilarious! 'logged on'? ohh my gosh! mom-"
mom: "melissa, well isn't that what it's called? i mean, what else would you say?"
me: "*snort* uhhh, you don't have to log on to my site, mom, you just have to type the address in and it'll take you there. anyone can read it."
mom: "well *huf* OK. no, i haven't visited it recently. i'll look at it this evening. gracious!"
ok so that was lengthy, but most of the time my mom manages to totally crack me up for something i might deem hilarious and others would simply glide right on past. i just can't resist it, she's too cute. she writes me e-mails sometimes regarding the things i have written (which are letters i will always treasure. she is a builder, my mom.) and following is just one such note:
"Thanks for mentioning your Father's kidney stone. We were just commenting this am (over blueberry muffins and tea*) that it was 4 weeks ago today that we spent the night in the ER. He has only taken 2 pain tablets in the whole month! He continues to take the herbal product, drink lots of water, and hangs upside down. Isn't he a riot? We cancelled the lithotripsy appointment because he is doing OK for now and we need to give the herbs time to work. Except for getting up three times in the night to go to the bathroom, he doesn't give it much thought. Keep up the prayers! We know they are helping!"
*= my mother loooooves tea and has tea time as often as she can reason. my dad joins her now that all the girls are out of the house. it makes me sad, imagining them sitting there at the kitchen table by themselves, lonely. perhaps they actually love this time and the silence in between all the kids coming in and out for reading lessons, but i, being one of their daughters who wishes the distance were mere blocks instead of thousands of miles, feel sad that i am not there as well.
only 8am and it's 27 C, which is close to 81F folks.
the word came to me on a bike ride and i couldn't get it out of my head. i didn't even know what it was! so i looked it up, and several spellings later i am ridding the poem about "...midnight air sinking into my lungs" and "floating under a treetop roof".
moroni, the capital of grandecomore off the coast of mozambique on the other hand, does not mess around.
maybe i should write about things that matter, i tell myself.
some of the only information i could find about the island is here. sounds captivating and gruff. almost unfriendly in the most beautiful of ways. i feel limited in my geographical knowledge, which limits my power. because i do have power. we all do. but what am i doing with it?
this morning in moroni i can only imagine what the people there awoke to, a day full of hard work? political strife? heat, stress, exhaustion, fear and not enough food? again? beauty and pain as far as the eye can see?