Uncommon Grounds

Quite some time ago, I wrote this post about living in Saratoga Springs, NY in the early days of our marriage.  I happened to mention the cafe that I “lived” in while we were there.  It’s name is Uncommon Grounds.  Back 18 or so years ago, coffee houses (cafes) weren’t nearly as prevalent as they are now.  We hadn’t heard of Starbucks (were they around somewhere?) and it was truly a novelty for us 20 somethings to have a place to go where we could sit, drink REALLLLLLY good coffee, eat divine desserts, and chat an evening (or an afternoon…or a morning…) away.

It was a place to go during the summer when I was working on my Masters Degree…I’d claim a table on the sidewalk patio (no easy feat,) and drink iced lattes and do my homework.  Even with the passing crowds, I was able to concentrate on my work, escaping into my head while still being out amongst people.  I hated the isolation of my apartment during those long summer days and this place was my escape.

It was the place to walk to every night after dinner….a destination we newlyweds loved and could take advantage of with only $2.50 in our pockets.  Late night walks always ended with a stop at the cafe (back when I could drink caffeinated coffee at 11:00pm and still sleep!)

It was the place to go with friends, board game in hand on a Friday or Saturday night….long hours were spent drinking cup after cup and the gigantic dictionary in the corner was the perfect reference for those challenging games of Scrabble.

The owner worked the counter back in those days, along with a few staff.  Their menu was limited to coffees, teas, and a variety of desserts–cheesecake and the like.  The coffee was roasted in-house in a gorgeous roasting vat, and I could have drowned in the smell it created.  *sigh*  Slowly, it grew, adding bagels and then breakfast sandwiches to the offerings.  Eventually we saw the owner less and less and the staff grew and grew, and much to our suprise a couple of years ago we were delighted to see (during an impromptu visit) that they had expanded into the next storefront, doubling their size and adding some much needed seating.  Through all the growth and expansion, they have always maintained the quality coffee that made us fall in love with them way back when.  Other cafes have come and gone, but none compare to Uncommon Grounds.

I share all this with you because I was so excited to see that they have a new website!  Not only is there a new blog, but there is also an online store where you can have Uncommon Grounds coffee beans delivered right to your doorstep!!!   Seriously, THE best coffee I’ve ever tasted…do yourself a favor and give it a try.  You won’t be disappointed.  🙂  You’ll find the links over there———————————————————————–>

Now I’m off to order some Italian Roast.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Better, Better and More Better

Things are looking up!  WhooHoo!

I’m making strides in leaps and bounds this week….(OK….no leaping and no bounding *quite* yet) but real strides!  WhooHoo!

I’m slow and awkward, but standing straight and cane-less!  WhooHoo!

And I even graduated to homework exercises from my PT!  WhooHoo!

Who knew homework could be such a welcome thing?

“The Gift of an Ordinary Day”

My Mother sent a video to me today, and the message is important so I am sharing it here.  It is a message I strive everyday to internalize.  I think my photography has helped me practice this lesson…I find myself capturing the small moments more and more, and the big moments less and less.  In fact, sometimes I  purposely leave my camera home when I go to big events because I want to experience them “live” rather than through the lens of my camera.  But I tend to  find exquisite beauty in the little moments…those are the moments I want to remember yet fear I may someday forget.  Moments like these….

Have a listen…”The Gift of an Ordinary Day” should resonate with all you parents out there.  (You’ll also see Katrina Kenison’s blog added over in the blogroll.)

Baby Steps

I’m making progress.  Agonizingly slow progress, but progress nonetheless.

My cane is my constant companion, but with it’s help I am able to:

Come downstairs in the morning by myself .

Go to the bathroom.

Take a shower.

Walk around the house and lift anything that weighs less than a half gallon of milk as long as it is not below my waist.

Household chores remain outside of my abilities.  I tried to empty the top rack of the dishwasher yesterday and only got through the first three glasses, realizing that the twisting and stretching to put the glasses in the cabinet was beyond me. 

I have moments of rationality and positivity where I think, it could always be worse.  Thank God this is (hopefully) mendable.

And then I have other moments of discouragement, when I cannot believe that something went *pft* so suddenly, leaving me incapable of caring for my children.  No rhyme or reason to it.  Just *pft*.  And when Zan says to me, “You just poured yourself a glass of milk?!  Doesn’t that make you happy?!”   It puts me in mind of one of my favorite movies of all time….”I can’t help my three year old get dressed in the morning, and pouring a little glass of milk is supposed to make me happy? Hmmm?” 

However, I believe God whispers, then speaks a little louder, and when we choose to ignore the signs, he knocks us over the head with a club to get our attention.  I am also reminded of our many blessings when things go awry…our family, our friends, and our neighbors have all come pouring out of the woodwork to help and we are humbled by the richness of love that surrounds us.  They are what I hope to be.

So with baby steps I’m coming along, and as my back heals, so does the order of my priorities.  Thanks to everyone for your prayers and good wishes.

“God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”    -C.S. Lewis

I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up!

So I don’t know exactly what I did, but I did it good.

My lower back started to twinge a bit two weeks ago.  Then it started to stiffen up a bit more.  Then over that weekend it was getting pretty aggravated and aggravating.  I very carefully went about my chores last Monday—laundry, vacuuming, changing beds.  And then on Tuesday I was in trouble. 

I nursed it with heat, I stopped lifting everything heavier than the milk jug, stopped bending down (because I couldn’t,) and let my house get dusty.   By Friday I was moving less and less, so finally went to the doctor.  He diagnosed me with a lumbar sprain and sciatic nerve flare up and gave me prescriptions for Motrin and muscle relaxants.  Unfortunately, I got worse instead of better and last night, when Mister started crying at 3:00am, I stumbled out of bed, took one step, two steps, and collapsed on the ground. 

You guessed it…”I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!!!” 

Zan helped my decrepit body to it’s hands and knees and then took care of Mister.  I managed to crawl back to my bedroom and claw my way back to bed, but was scared to death of facing the morning.

Long story short, I could not support my own weight this morning and got a med change and an emergency visit to the physical therapist.  I’m still in a scary predicament, every step being a crap shoot as to whether I will remain on my feet, but at least I am able to support some of my own weight this afternoon.  A slipped disc is suspected, but my PT will see what the next two days of treatment brings in terms of improvement.  Crossing my fingers that this is just a really bad reversible strain.

Lordy Lordy I hate Forty.

Wish me luck!