Sunday, February 1, 2015

#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 13 - Reprieve

Snow Day
I've been really busy lately.
Busy for me is not "busy" for a typical person.
I'm still a stay-at-home unschooling mom, though after this spring I'm going to have to give myself a different, more accurate job description.
Maybe cat-herder or basset wrangler... or (gasp) homemaker.

Anyway, my "busy" involved volunteering, driving my daughter to and from her various classes at three different locations (high school, urban campus and ankeny campus of community college), attending a lecture at Iowa State, viewing an art show, plus all the regular cooking, etc.

The amount of activation energy required to do all this sometimes seems unattainable, thanks to my Ehlers Danlos with co-morbid fibromyalgia.
I love that word co-morbid, it adds a note of gravitas to any diagnosis, don't you think?

Anyway, I've been able to keep going, enjoying what I've been doing, and managing enough down-time to regroup for the next day's assault.
So far.
Oh, but I was kind of dreading today.
I had activities scheduled for the morning and again in the evening and knew it would be frustratingly difficult to find the oomph to push myself through.
And then came the snow.
Yes, we got 10-12 glorious inches of city-stopping, activity canceling snow!

What a relief to know that today I could just hibernate under my quilt with books, cats, and knitting, and save up enough energy for tomorrow.


Saturday, January 31, 2015

#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 12 - Pancakes

Pumpkin pancakes with homemade blueberry syrup
Last night while talking about what we both had on tap for today, I casually mentioned to my wonderful husband that it would be nice to have pumpkin pancakes for breakfast.
He had a busy day planned, including a 30-minute drive to help and learn at a small local brewery.
Imagine my delight when I awakened to smell not only freshly brewed coffee - my salvation! - but the enticing aroma of pumpkin pancakes.
Oh, and these pancakes are so delectable.
They are whole grain pancakes with a hefty dose of our own homegrown and processed butternut squash. Over the years I have found butternut squash to be much more flavorful than small pie pumpkins and use butternut in all recipes calling for pumpkin.
But then there's the homemade blueberry syrup!
I canned it last summer from blueberries we had frozen the year before, and it is so darn good! Just perfect on these pancakes.
My husband had to dash out the door for his brew-ha-ha before I was awake enough to converse, let alone eat. After my usual 2-3 cups of java, however, I thoroughly enjoyed the pancakes he so lovingly prepared - and even left in a warm oven.
Thank you, honey.
My day surely started out on a happy note!

Friday, January 30, 2015

#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 11 / Fiber

About to cast on project #3,259




Nothing makes me happier than starting a new project.
Well, maybe ordering supplies for a new project.
Or a big box of yarn in mail...

It's hard to describe a fiber addiction to those who don't share the love.
My husband, for example, likes to ask me what I plan to make when I show him my latest fiber acquisition, failing to understand that while the right project may come along, the yarn itself has spoken and must be had.

I'm kind of like a yarn collector, purchasing glorious handmade yarns and sumptuous llama/alpaca/wool/mohair combinations simply for their beauty. Does a fine art collector have to justify her latest Van Gogh or Rodin? A wine enthusiast his latest Bordeaux? I think not.

My yarn collection, fondly referred to as a "stash" in professional terms, now occupies several vintage cupboards purchased specifically to house it. Each skein is lovingly crammed placed on worn wooden shelves, carefully protected with lavender sachets.

Sometimes I open the cupboard doors and feel giddy just looking at all that wooly loveliness.
My official hobby may be knitting or even "fiber arts" if I want to sound hoity toity.
But my real passion is for the yarn.
Just call me a connoisseur.

Thursday, January 29, 2015

#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 11 - Gorgeous

Beautiful day in Iowa
We're just coming to the end of a spate of unseasonably warm weather in central Iowa.
Iowa winters are typically gray, cold, and unpleasant.
But lately the days have not only been warm - hovering near 50 degrees - but sunny.
A couple days ago I walked on a trail in Ankeny while my daughter was in class and it was truly beautiful; the kind of day that dares you to be unhappy.

#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 10 - Kinky?

Dinner and a show

So the other day I opened my email and surprised to find an offer for discounted tickets to Kinky Boots. A quick check with the husband and we were Broadway (in Des Moines) bound.
It was a great show and a fun night out.

Kinky?
Sorry, this is the best I could do.
I guess you'd call my style "utilitarian."

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 9 - Blueberry Pie



Blueberry pie.
Is there any happier pie?
Apple pie is homey and comforting.
Pumpkin pie evokes fall leaves, cool breezes and thankfulness.
Rhubarb pie is spring with all the promise of the seasons to come.
Strawberry pie is summer, sweet and juicy.
Pecan pie signals decadence and a devil-may-care attitude.
Cherry pie is tart and intense, a serious pie.
But blueberry?
Blueberry is sweet and tart, juicy and, well, easy as pie.
But blueberry pie in January can't help but invoke a smile.
Pass the vanilla ice cream please... I'm having pie!

Monday, January 26, 2015

#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 7 - Better living through chemistry!

Access to high quality medical care makes me happy!

It's no secret that my family suffers from more than its fair share of mental illness.
And without therapy and modern medications all of us might not still be here.

So last year when our insurance company began requiring that all long-term prescriptions be filled by an online pharmacy, I was dubious.
I was also a little angry, as we had a local pharmacist who would help us with insurance company issues, prod slow doctors into issuing refills, and answer any questions we might have knowledgeably and with an appropriate dose of humor.
Plus I liked the small town feel of being greeted by name whenever I came in the store.
Well, no more.
Admittedly, once the initial hassle of verifying prescriptions, clarifying the verifications, and verifying the clarifications was complete, the inconveniences were mostly small annoyances.

But pity the poor fool whose prescriptions are not stable.
And that poor fool just happened to be my son.
He's been working hard with his psychiatrist to find the right combination of meds that will help tamp down his anxiety and offer relief from depression. That means he might try one med for a month, then need to change the dosage, add a different med, or try something else altogether - all of course under the direction and care of his doctor.
Oy, what an ordeal he has had.
He's had to call the doctor to call the insurance company to call the local pharmacy to call the online pharmacy, and every possible combination of the above.
One of his meds still hasn't been approved, despite being a quite common ADD med; one that my daughter also takes that has been approved by the same insurance company and ordered through the same online pharmacy.

My son usually ends up having to pay out of pocket for medications he needs, something he can ill afford on his salary as a therapeutic social worker. I can't help but think of others who are suffering who don't have the wherewithal to buy what they need outright, the know-how to navigate the never ending phone calls, or the ability to expend the energy needed simply to satisfy insurers and online pharmacies.

By the way, this has nothing to do with Obamacare.  In fact, without the ACA my son would not still be covered under our insurance and would likely be denied affordable coverage because his illnesses would be considered preexisting conditions.

I realize how fortunate my family has been in having access to high quality medical care not only for our mental illnesses, but for Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, and other routine ailments.

As difficult as it has been for my son to get his medications approved and delivered, the online pharmacy has an ironically bizarre medication delivery method.
All our prescription medications are delivered by U.S. Mail and our left on our front porch.
Yep, drugs arrive almost weekly - in 3-month supplies - and are dropped off by our front door. No signatures required. No proof of delivery nor receipt. Antidepressants, thyroid meds,  drugs to aid with sleep, anti-inflammatories, antacids, muscle relaxants, and anti-psychotics all wait outside the door.

Despite the ongoing hassles, I am so thankful we can get the medicines that not only improve our lives, but in some cases, have actually kept us alive and ticking.
That makes me happy!
Though it's too bad we need these drugs or I could make a lot of money on the side...