MaryAlice Musings and More

  Last Thursday at this time, I was being "prepped" in my "room with a view".  This Thursday I am giving thanks and have a lot of gratitude.  I have been showered with care and attention.  I have sweet lovely flowers in every room downstairs.  I have good food, what both others and myself have made.  I am being chauffeured to Houlton later this morning to have a Thanksgiving meal with friends, some who I have never sat down at a table with before.  There will be no turkey, I did roast a Keep Ridge Farm chicken earlier in the week, so I am not feeling deprived of poultry, but there is going to be plenty of amazing dishes from all the amazing cooks that are helping to bring this meal together.   I am bringing Hard Tack, this is a recipe from my Great Grandmother Alta Effa Phelps Washington.  I have a copy of the recipe in both my Mother's and my Grandmothers writing.  It is a dish that was made for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I ...

  All is well from inside my little cocoon.  I am on my third day post surgery, and so far so very very good.  I have been cared for,  I have had visitors.  Flowers have been delivered.  I can sleep well.   I have spent time reading my latest Vera Stanhope book and then setting it down and reading more from "Sitting with Sufis".  I have watched a little television.  I did have a very good women's basketball game on yesterday later in the afternoon, Notre Dame beat USC, it was a great game - yay for the Irish.  Both teams have stellar, stand out stars Juju Watkins from USC and Hanna Hidaldo (and Olivia Miles) from Notre Dame.  The Irish took the lead early and held off all of the home court attempts of USC to get back in the lead.  It is going to be a fun season, and I am already dreaming if I might go to Birmingham, Alabama or Spokane, Washington to be a part of March Madness!   Mostly, I am just here, in my litt...

I am home and that not very good gall bladder is gone.  Hats off to the surgical team at Millinocket Regional Hospital (MRH).  As I type this post it was 24 hours ago that Bryan and I were on the way to Millinocket in his almost new Toyota Highlander to drop me off at the hospital on his way to work. It was a rainy very cloudy day, but the temperatures are still mild, especially when you think about what is to come.   I have had a number of tests at the hospital in the last two months and the very kind receptionist knows me by name and after waiting a few minutes she calls me up to check me in for my big day.  I wait just a few more minutes and Tammy comes out to bring me back to the surgical ward.  This is my room with a view.  It is a flurry of activity getting me ready, lots of questions, then someone else comes into the room and they ask lots of questions, many of them the same as what was asked five minutes before.  The nurses keep bringing out th...

I started thinking a few days ago about when and why I started my blog.  I decided to blog as I was preparing for my Uvulopalatopharyngoplasty (UPPP) surgery.  I opted for this surgery which I have not so fondly called "rotor-rooting you throat" .  I had very severe sleep apnea and as I went through the process of deciding whether to have the surgery I thought a lot about "my voice".  My throat was going to be shaved to create a bigger opening, as I type this I wonder how could I have ever said yes, but the other fact was I was going to suffer very severe consequences if I didn't take action, and the other options were just not working.   So I started "MaryAlice Musings and More, Blogging for healing, fun and contemplation".  Since that time I have made 804 blog posts, and my site has been "clicked on" 137,448 times, amazing!   I am now preparing for another surgery, much less dramatic, and I am hoping much less painful, than my UPPP.  I...

 I started writing this blog on the morning after the election.   I am in a stillness, shrouded by a deep sadness, wondering how we mend the wounds of our country.  How we will care for all of those who have been targeted. Wondering how do we co-exist as people continue to dehumanize other human beings. The thing that has been unspeakable or unimaginable has happened.   I am conscious that when i wake in the morning, I have to tend to the spinning anxiety within my heart and soul.  My mind is somehow playing back, remembering the first time, and now this.   I have made a conscious effort to watch the sunrise, I seem to not be able to sleep in like I did last week.  I can sense the hyper-alert already kicking in and I can feel the mood swings and the little bit of snarkiness which is seeping out through my pores.   I have glimpses of being stopped cold during my day.  The amazing green of the parsley that is still growing in the...