Tuesday March 29 2016  THE MIRACLE BED

There is always too much to write and not enough time in which to write it.  Yesterday’s topic was heavy on my heart and I needed to get it off my chest.  Perhaps you did not realize that I use my blog as an occasional dumping ground.  It is like therapy to me to release my experiences and thoughts in words and since this also is part journal, I do so within its pages. 

Sunday night when we were in Live Oak, Florida, Dave and I slept in a queen sized bed at a lovely Airbnb.  The bed had some sort of pad under the mattress pad.  It was about two inches thick and quite firm.  We both did not think much about it as we snuggled under the warm blankets.  Dave and I both woke up feeling absolutely wonderful and quite refreshed.  We felt better having slept in that bed than we do sleeping on our own bed at home.  I decided to take a peek at what kind of pad was hiding under the sheet and mattress cover.  Whatever it was, it was enclosed in a sturdy case that zipped closed around the entire edge.  I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Before leaving the Airbnb I asked Doris, the host, what kind of pad she had on the bed we slept on.  She told me it was a magnetic pad.  We know people who use magnet “therapy” so this concept was not new to us, even though we have never pursued it.  Doris wears magnetic shoe inserts and a magnetic back pad that tucks into her waist band when she works in the yard.  She could not say enough good things about her magnets.  After just one night of such interrupted sleep it might be something we at least investigate when we arrive home.  It was so amazing that we both realized the difference in our sleep that night without an inkling of what may have allowed it.

Our daughter is wonderful as usual.  Her husband is trying to survive her abuse.  It seems she has a talent for doing things like vacuuming up his toes or banging the washing machine door into his elbow.  She turns over in bed and punches her elbow into his head or doesn’t screw a lid on tight and as Neil puts his strength into opening the “tight” lid his brute force causes his hand to come flying up to his face and the lid gives him a good smack.  The list goes on but I must admit, it sounds to me like it must be all his fault by just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Believe me, I did not make this up.  When Neil told me he had a twinkle in his eyes.  But, we love him anyway.

Rebecca informed me that I could be cooking while I was here, so today was shopping day.  We went to Costco, Don Victorio’s House of Vegetables, and the grocery store.  We are set.  The chicken is cooked, the broth is done, the refrigerator is stuffed and I must wrap this blog up quickly so I can prepare Dave’s favorite dish, homemade Ambrosia.  It is a recipe I made up by copying the entrée from a fine place of dining.  The cook even gave me the secret ingredient I needed to buy in order to get the wonderful flavor we so enjoyed.  Tonight it will be Ambrosia Pizza.  Everyone is getting antsy for me to get up and make it so I must close.

NOTHING QUITE LIKE BEING A GUEST

By Kathleen Martens

March 29, 2016

There’s nothing quite like

Being our daughter’s guest

And never being allowed

To take a rest.

I must cook

And slave away

So there is food

To eat today.

Just don’t tell her

What I confess.

That cooking is what

I like doing the best.

Today I thank You Lord for food.

I thank You for taste buds.

Lord I thank you for Your love for me.

Thank You Lord for our daughter.

Thank You Lord for our son-in-law.

GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU!