Friday, February 27, 2009

That was that week that was

Missing my baby, still rejoicing over she having fun in Volda.

Monday I spent worrying about my eyes. The sight had gradually worsened, in spitte of two kind of grops and annoinment to be applied five times a day.
Working with the pictures for my Ruby blog, I finally could hardly see the screen. Colors blurring and my eyes two inches from the working surface aching, colors changing like they were solarized.
I was convinced I was about becoming blind.
I prayed and made my blogfriends praying.
Tuesday the hiker girls went out for a four hour trip. I tagged along. Thought I might as well enjoy the adventure of the spring as suffering at home. We saw snowdrops blossoming every where and also the .
In thee evening I went to see Turid. She is gifted with warm hands and they really soothed my eyes.
Wednesday(on Serina's birthday) Gunnar and I went south, under three tunnels and over the fjord with a ferry to attend a dear uncle's funeral. My third uncle dying in less than a year. So sad to meet my aunt and my cousins under these circumstances.
Thursday I had my physiotherapist therapy and came home rather weak. No time for letting the soare muscles recover and adjust to the therapy. Due to major urgency I telephoned from 10.30 am till 18 pm to get my mom's bank fix some severe mistakes made by them.
I had to contact their superiors in Oslo until they finally came to their senses.
Gunnar and I went to and from Sauda to see to my poor Mom. She was exhausted too.
Friday morning we woke up to motor saw roar.
Our neighbor had rented a firm to cut our trees while he himself had hidden abroad. (To put in mildly cowardish).
I was devastated, cause they did not only cut branches, like we had agreed, but severely damaged the trunk both of the spruces and the birches So late in spring the sap has already risen in the trees and the birds started to build nest.
There are not many Christian thought in my head concerning those vandals.
Saturday was meant to be a girlfriend gathering out at Seahill, hiking and dinner.
I have to pass.
My eyes are getting better all the time though.
Monday I thought that if I loose my sight, I'll loose most of what's important to me in life.
In my vanity I said to God , I'll never complain about anything if you just let me keep what remains of sight and hearing.
Guess I've had to eat these words and lots of dust too. One should not give God promises.
At least reflect on how one, weak and vulnerable in flesh will be able to keep such a promise.
Close to sixty I still have a lot to learn.

Good thing though,the mild weather able me, with the help of Gunnar, to spread ten 50 litre sacks of fertile soil in the garden.
I also planted 50 sprouting bulbs and 10 Primroses.
Anger gives my energy surplus.
Except from Thursday I have had perfect control over my menu, thanks to Debbie's genuine advice.
And despite 3 buns and one hotdog & coke that fatal Thursday, I've lost a kilo.
Guess life could be worse.
Oh, Iknow for sure, life is harsher to a great many people.
I just had to blow out some black steam.
Gunnar made this video of the vandalism.

9 comments:

Eaton Bennett said...

Dear Felisol, A big {{{HUG}}} from me and prayers for your eye sight and hearing too. Rest in HIM, as you know, is the only real peace of mind available to us.

Love Eaton.

Debbie said...

Sometimes it's good to let off some steam, Felisol. I'm sorry to hear about your eyes. I will pray for you. Don't be too hard on yourself with your weight. It sounds like you have much going on. I know I missed my Fitness Friday post this week because I had much going on too. Just take one day at a time. That's what I try to do. But sometimes, we all have those days. May the Lord bless you Felisol.

John Cowart said...

Sorry you are going through such a bad patch.

Endure.

Terry said...

Dear Felisol...I am glad that your eyes are getting better.

But I am mad about what your cowardly neighbor did to your beautiful trees!
What gave him the right to have those brutes come on to your land to slaughter those trees?
He would not have gotten away with that in Canada.
He would have been surely charged.
I am ashamed to say that I, too am having some unchristian thoughts.
It makes me so mad!
And those poor birds, generations of them that have been coming back for years and years to their safe abide, now what are THEY going to do Felisol?
That coward and his wife are partners in crime and they might get away with it from man but God will not let them get away with how they have treated you and Gunnar and Serina and those TREES!!!
Sorry my Felisol but I am really grieved at the whole thing.... I am in the depths of despair!!
Love Terry

We read this poem in school and I loved it.

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree."

- Joyce Kilmer


For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider,
every green tree is far more glorious
than if it were made of gold and silver.
- Martin Luther

Amrita said...

Dear Felisol, so sorry to hear about your eye trouble.

My sight is pretty bad too. I can 't read with my glasses. Can 't read the normal Bible publically in church , have to use a large print.

I asked a friend to send me a magnifying sheet which magnifires a whole page, don 't know if she can send it.

I also suffer in the hearing and sore bones area, guess we have something in common.

God 's grace is suffient that 's all I can say.

Doing all that garden work was too much Felisol, you must be tired after that.

Sorry to hear about the trees being chopped off like this. I love beautiful shady trees. My mango caught a disease and died and I was so sad.

Good you settled your Mom 's bank mix up.

Have a restful weekend

Mrs. Mac said...

Your cheery blog friends have prayed and given you blessings here. May God grant you serenity and bind up your wounds over the ill health and loss of your trees. May he comfort you and strengthen your eyes and feet. May you find rest in Him.

Deb said...

I love trees. I used to play a song on my guitar entitled The Ash Grove...very pretty song...I didn't enjoy reading about the trees...

But what bothered me most is to read about your vision...I have been praying...and I'm going to keep praying! And KNOW that God will never give you more than you can handle --He promises us that in His Word!

Hugs!!

Terry said...

Dear Felisol, This looks worse than what I could of imagined.
Do you think that the trees will be all right?
And can you prevent the guys from doing anymore harm?
I see at the beginning of the video the bird nests in the tree.
Maybe the birds will just have to improvise, eh?

Have a good day Felisol and I hope your eyes will have a bight seeing week too...Love Terry

PS do all Norwegians have such quiet, polite voices like this Felisol?
Nice....

Annie said...

Dear Felisol,

I'm scratching my head and trying to figure out how I missed this post and came to it so late. I was happy to read towards the end that your eyes were on the mend. Oh hope they are all better now. How scary for you.

Sadly, the tree killer is not a unique species limited to Norway. A dear friend of minr had a similar thing happen to her. One moment her trees were there, the next mutilated by sheer spite. Heartbreaking.