The wonder of Home

 It's good to be home, although I had become quite enured to my little domain at Club Sunnyside. Here are a few of the more trivial things I am enjoying: 

  1. A recliner that doesn't break my back. 
  2. A 65" TV, vs. a 26" TV. Do you know how hard it is to watch sports on a tiny little screen like that? After all, the 2020 Olympic games are underway here. 
  3. No waiting around for the nurse to come and give my my evening meds, before I can crawl in for the night
  4. My view out the 4th story window at the Club was spectacular, but it wasn't my backyard. 

The best part of being home, though, is that it is home; it is familiar, and my true love and best friend are here 24/7. Just sitting side by side having coffee in our recliners and sharing our thoughts and a laugh or two is such a gift. 

One doesn't realize how important routine is until it is gone. Well, actually I guess we really don't know how important any of God's gifts are until they are gone, but routines, on the surface, seem so pedestrian. Nevertheless, I thrive on them. I guess they are like an anchor I can count on in a world where everything is unpredictable. Of course, the true anchor is Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today and forever.

I am glad to be home and feel that things are more "normal" even though we are making significant lifestyle changes in the face of my leukemia. One thing that hasn't changed is Domino's thick crust, sausage and mushroom pizza. It made a great comfort food dinner last night.  


Comments

  1. Vickey n RickJuly 27, 2021 at 10:26 AM

    So happy our wonderful neighbor is home!! Know I can’t come in but will bring some eggs by today....🤗🤗

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  2. Bob SJuly 27, 2021 at 11:17 AM

    How wonderful to have home as a joy. A true tragedy would be to dread going home.

    And - home eternally in Christ.

    Love in Christ always;

    Bob

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  3. UnknownJuly 27, 2021 at 2:40 PM

    I've read through most of your blog today and what an inspiration you are. I'm so glad that you're back home with Jill 24/7. Hugs to you both🤗

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  4. Stephen NoellJuly 27, 2021 at 5:53 PM

    So glad to hear you're back home! Praying for good rest for you!

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  5. eaTimeJuly 28, 2021 at 8:56 AM

    So glad you're home, Tom! We, here in Colorado Springs, are praying for you!

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