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Thirty Eight and Counting

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Thirty-eight. That’s the age I’ve turned this year, and 13 years longer than the doctors gave me to make it without a heart transplant. They told me , “MS. Woods , if you don’t get one , by 30 you’ll surely be dead. And that’s WITH pumping your body full of ungodly amounts of medications that I can’t even pronounce, and that you might be glad that I don’t list the side effects of here. Needless to say, sometimes you might just wish to keel over from the heart related condition, rather than the medications.

Thirty -eight. Ever since I was little I’ve had a somewhat interesting relationship with numbers. Some might even say a compulsion. How many steps is it to the mailbox? 34. How many tiles are in a certain bathroom? 12 over and 10 across. It’s kind of a calming thing to me, I suppose. Numbers were just another thing that were brought into play with the births of my sons. They were born exactly 2 years, 2 days , 2 hours and 2 minutes  apart. And they ‘ve been inseparable ever since.

Thirty -eight though, even though I’m not really superstitious . I just thought it’d be fun to know some things about the number that is supposedly  affecting my life this  year.

  • 38 is an even number.
  • 38 is the sum of each row in a magic hexagon.
  • In Norse mythology, the number 38 was said to represent unnatural bravery.
  • There are 38 surviving plays written by William Shakespeare, how sad is that , really, this great genius of a man , and all we have left of his plays is thirty -eight.

Thirty -eight. That’s probably closer to the amount of medicine bottles I have, or even the amount of doctor’s visits I make. But you can’t look at it like that.

Thirty -eight. The amount of smiles I’ve  received from World War II vets who spent the hour in the waiting room telling me their stories. Or maybe I even got thirty -eight hugs from people I didn’t even know.

Okay, Okay, Sometimes I have to be honest. Some days, I get thirty -eight vials of blood drawn, and do good to make it to the parking lot again. Some days I have to line up one of those hospital visits that might end up lasting thirty eight days.

But truth be told, it really is like I said. It’s only numbers, and I don’t put my faith in them. As much fun as it is, to say, “What a neat coincidence that is! ” or “How fun it is to notice the comparisons between things!” , I KNOW the ONE who came before there was even such a thing AS time. And who will be here long AFTER time will be something no one will ever remember.

And really, what is 38 in comparison to that?

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The Midnight Escape of FRANCES~

The continuation of the furry, fun and creepy filled life…….
Well, we are two pets short today. After yesterday’s adventure of capturing a new tarantula from the wild to add to our first one, the boys were excited. We got the habitat all set up, and fed the new spider , somewhat dubiously named FRANCES. Supposedly, it was a boy spider , too, so not sure what happened with the choice of names there. They also fed our original female tarantula, (CHULINA). All was well. Seeing as how it was the weekend, the boys wanted to know if they could stay up late and watch tv, so I said sure. I wasn’t really sleepy either, and decided I’d catch up on some crochet, or maybe read for a while. Hubs had already gone to bed, and things were ginning along alright. I should have known better, right? We all finally decided to head to bed around midnight, when Den, (youngest son) comes barrelling into the living room and says breathlessly “We have a major problem.” This is definitely NOT what you want to hear from your 11 year old at midnight, let me tell you. So, I say, “What is it?” “Well, Momma, Frances has escaped.” Okay. Now I admit that yesterday, I posted that spiders do not creep me out as pets. But, I also was under the impression that these creatures were SECURELY stowed away in their nifty little habitats, NOT giddying around in my house at night. So, off to wake up the hubs I go, explaining that we must now do a midnight room overhaul looking for a 4 inch spider lurking in what amounts to a jungle of legos, transformer toys, and seemingly endless piles of dirty clothes. To his credit , he did not just roll his eyes , roll over and go back to sleep. He DID get up and perform said room check. The wildest and hairiest thing happened after that. We realized that not only Frances had made good his getaway, but ALSO Chulina had somehow managed to jailbreak as well. When I said life was never dull around here, you thought I was joking , didn’t you? 🙂 So, anyhow, we DID get all the eight -legged fugitives rounded back up , and decided that perhaps Frances and Chulina should be returned to the wilds of the great outdoors to make little spiderlings together, and live happily ever after. And the moral of this story is , Confucius say ” He who catches and keeps tarantulas, loses much sleep.”