Quilty's Blog (7)

“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction."

Just as an added thought, there IS a flip side to the Swimming Pool Theory of Life.

It also means you have to wash the sheets and towels first, because you KNOW if you just do the clothes, the sheets and towels will pile up forEVER.

Someone dear to me mentioned my Friends Theory that I have posted on my profile. Another way I live I call the Swimming Pool Theory of Life.



When I was about five, a couple my parents knew bought land to build a house. A huge lot, because they knew they wanted a nice swimming pool. The Mrs insisted that they build the pool and the bath house first. She knew that if they built the house first, they might never get around to building the swimming pool OR the nice bath house she wanted,… Continue

Sara got her "real" cast today! She has a boot to wear on the bottom of it, so she can rest it when she's using the crutches. Doc says she has to use the wheelchair at school for the first two weeks. Then when she's really good at it, she can use the crutches at school.

She's SO much more comfortable. Thank you all for generous thoughts and prayers!

After six days and nights of giving my daughter meds every four hours around the clock, I have a new theory about why people our age decide to have new babies:

1) They don't remember what it's like. Or..
2) Their lease prohibits dogs.

The surgery went textbook perfectly. Plates and screws and bolts are all in place, and she's resting as comfortably as can be expected.

Many thanks to all of you who had us in your thoughts and prayers.

~q.

While joining the in-laws at their annual reunion in East BFE, Mississippi, my 16 y/o daughter, Sara, twisted her ankle and broke both leg bones. The thin one is splintered vertically, and the big bone is cracked open horizontally.



Three doctors concur that it will take surgery to set the bones. Which can't be done at least until tomorrow, when they open their "SurgiCenter," where her orthopedist practices.



Mercifully, the ER doc loaded us down with GOOOOD drugs, so I'm… Continue