Thursday, August 30, 2012

Meaningful and Vibration-y

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My (newly) 8 year old, who was just shopping for doorbells at Lowe's with her daddy, has informed me that she prefers our old, real-metal-chime one to the new ones because, and I quote...

...they're lighter, and they don't have as much meaning, and when you are close you don't feel the vibrations.

So, there you go. Good thing Mr. Kluges is working on fixing up our old non-light, meaningful, vibration-y real chime one!  

Friday, August 10, 2012

Catching Up

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Hello, gang! I'm ever so sorry it's been so long since I've posted.  The summer days have been flying by and between swimming lessons and Vacation Bible School and weekends busy doing stuff I haven't found the time to sit down and write.  But today we've got a friend over for a playdate, so the girls are all busy together & I think I can sit down and say hello.

In addition to the general summer busy-ness, I had a bit of a health scare that at first I didn't want to talk about, then I didn't know how to talk about, compounded by the fact that I was having a hard time sitting down to collect my thoughts in order to talk about it.  I'm fine, but I'd been having some heart palpitations and skipping that were freaking me out.  Of course, when your heart starts acting all weird, and it's almost midnight, and it's doing more of a waltz with one-two-three-pause than a standard 4/4 beat, you become convinced you're going to DIE! And Googling your symptoms never makes you feel better... because you've definitely got some sort of rare and fatal disease.

But I don't.  After an EKG and a 24-recording of my heart's every beat and a sonogram/ultrasound-type thing, it turns out it's all just a minor bit of electrical misconduct and quirkiness - very minor, often symptomless, very very low risk.  In fact, even though I've been on meds to make my heart less electrically-excitable while things have been checked out, I should be able to go off them or just use them just as needed, depending on one more doctor conversation.

Of course, all this, especially the unknownness of it, and the it's-my-heart-I'm-going-to-DIE-and-my-kids-are-so-young-ness, and the I'm-not-ready-to-share-yet kind of combined into a big ol' metaphorical lump in my throat, the sort I couldn't get any other words around. 

But now I hope to be a little more chatty, and let you all know more about our fun and busy summer, the camping, the swimming lessons, the garden, and all!