I chuckled as I wrote those two words, because among our group of friends, they’re always used in the sentence “Hold my beer, and watch this!” when someone is about to do something exceedingly stupid.
I’ve made progress since the strokes three months ago. I’m driving again, going for walks, reading Liz Gilbert’s “City Girls” and able to concentrate. I still prefer the ease of Netflix and Prime because I don’t have to focus so intensely… and there’s always the rewind button.
All of this lounging about watching movies originally felt like a vacation… but it was beginning to feel like a rut. Was I bored? You bet. Feeling a touch depressed? That, too… and those are both new feelings to me.
I’ve been finding motivation, energy, and inspiration hard to come by. What’s a gal to do? Enter sister #5, Elizabeth.
She called to ask if she could come visit. She has been working full-time, then going home and taking care of her grandsons every evening so her daughter can work. I don’t know how she manages, that’s two full-time jobs! Of course, I told her “C’mon down!”
Her imminent arrival provided the motivation to finish up the guest room by buying new pillows and sheets, and finally repairing a pretty set of Asian lamps that had been damaged in storage. I also ordered the perfect nightstand from Amazon and put it together. I love putting things together, don’t you? Hardware stores, Amazon, and IKEA are my idea of heaven! I prefer them to shopping for clothes… which explains the gaps in my wardrobe.
Elizabeth, on the other hand, is an expert shopper. Efficient, always perfectly pulled-together, and great at spotting a bargain! Which doesn’t add up to traveling lightly. We joke about how I can travel for a week with one small carry-on… and she needs her own bellman and porter!
She’s my youngest sister, there’s a fourteen year difference between us, and only a five year difference between her and my son, Jason. She came to live with me for almost a year when she was sixteen… and it created a special bond between us. And, my son, an only child, had a very cool “big sister” for a while.
Thankfully, she arrived from Wisconsin with only one item on her agenda: floating in the pool every day. I could manage that. After living here for six months, we finally went to the Activities Center and signed up so I could accommodate her wish. What a milestone!
My sweetie even rented a golf-cart for us to use while she was here, so we could get to the pool and back. The first night we had it, the three of us crammed ourselves into the seat and went out “joyriding” after the sun had set and the air cooled down. We zipped along (and I use that term loosely, because top speed is 20 mph) giggling about the cramped seating and enjoying the night.
“Hey, you do see that snake, right?” Elizabeth said.
“Um, the one we just ran over!”
Oh, dang… we turned around and went back, and sure enough, we had squished a baby rattlesnake!! I felt terrible, but no telling how many residents we’d saved by eliminating the threat of a rogue rattlesnake rampage!
We had exceptional weather while she was here, (now, it’s relentlessly hot) and we spent each day at the pool, and each evening out on the patio telling stories and laughing. I shared my healthy-food lifestyle, and she shared the very best smear-proof eyeshadow and made us her famous Banana Pudding for July 4th.
She provided me the motivation to get out-and-about and enjoying life again, and gifted me with not only with her presence, but with acceptance and love. That kind of healing is something no amount of medicine can do for us.
I know I’ve been sporadic in my posting here, but I am still working to regain my health. I look forward to being able to concentrate, and writing two separate blogs again soon.
My healing process has involved one of my least favorite things: distinguishing between what I have control over… and what I do not! Which, as it turns out, is almost everything.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
To read my latest post, please follow this link: https://www.1010parkplace.com/not-my-circus/
I blink and it’s a whole new year! So much has happened, and continues to happen so quickly, that it feels as if everything is happening at once… which according to Einstein, Feynman, and Hawking, it is. Which goes a long way toward explaining why I received an invitation to my 50th high school reunion this summer. That can’t be possible, I feel as if I just graduated a few years ago!
I’m pleased as punch (where did that expression come from?) to be writing this with a steady wi-fi connection in our new house. What a luxury! We closed on the 3rd, the movers arrived on the 4th, and the next day we pulled our RV to the curb and unloaded our belongings. What a sight… but our neighbors assured us it’s a common one around here! Then began the Herculean task of figuring out where the contents of all those stored boxes went.
I thought we had eliminated everything that didn’t spark joy, but was surprised to find boxes full of familial guilt. You know, the items you neither want or need, but have dutifully kept, and repeatedly moved, because they belonged to a deceased relative.
Another surprise was being reunited with things that I loved when they went into storage, and realizing that I’d lost that lovin’ feeling.
As a result of these awarenesses, we made a breakthrough decision to use my sweetie’s Grandmother’s exquisite etched glassware for cocktails, and not worry about whether it’s get broken. We realized we can’t take it with us, and our kids don’t want it.
If you also read my most recent article at 1010ParkPlace you already know that I injured my shoulder as a result of the move. I was lucky enough to see Dr. Barbara Bergin, a multi-talented woman and my new heroine! Do check out her blog Dr. Barbara Bergin because she’s a treasure trove of advice for women, delivered in a witty way, that will keep us feeling sexy way past 60! I am being mindful of my shoulder, moving it gently, and it’s healing. Slowly. Very slowly. Patience is still not one of my strong points… I can’t wait to get back to yoga and the gym.
I hope you were able to see the Blood Wolf Moon eclipse this past Sunday, the viewing conditions were ideal here, and it was out of this world! I wouldn’t have missed it for anything, but I’ve been moonstruck since I was a baby.
My parents always told me that I’d slap on the wall between our bedrooms at night calling them and yelling, “Moon, moon!” until one, or the other, of them appeared, bedraggled, and lifted me from my crib to carry me to the window. If it wasn’t visible, like a broken record, I kept asking “Where’d the moon go?” until they struck upon an answer that satisfied me for that night and I’d go back to sleep.
They finally moved my crib across the room, beside the window. Unused to not being wakened, they awoke the first few nights to check on me, and found me inside the curtains, nose pressed against the window, talking to the moon.
To this day, my father still affectionately calls me his Moonchild, and fifty-year reunion or not, I’m still that kid at heart!
Just a quick note to tell you all how thankful I am for you all.
Today is the day to pause, take a breath, and focus on good things: Family. Friends. Tribe. Food. Health. Bounty. And Love.
ps – read my post for a surprise at: http://www.1010parkplace.com
“What goes up, must come down.
Spinning wheel got to go ‘round.” Blood, Sweat & Tears Read More
Somebody, somewhere out in the cosmos, is watching me and laughing their derrière off. I bought three tubes (of ten each) of teeny-tiny little bows which are the perfect size for the tiny tree which will sit on our dashboard.
But these bows have become my nemesis – I’ve already decided the whole shootin’ match is going in the trash AFTER the holidays, if it doesn’t all find its way there in the next hour or so!
I got the little strands of battery-operated lights on the tree in just one try. But, the bows… the problem is two-fold; first, my hands are dry from the weather. Second; we’ve all used stick-on bows where you peel a backing off and apply perfect bows to a package, right? These are exactly the same, but tiny: the backing is only 1/2 an inch by 1/2 an inch.
It’s as if these things were really made by tiny little elves in the North Pole, rather than in a factory somewhere in China to be sold to unsuspecting fools who think they are adorable, and buy them.
As a final insult, the bows don’t want to adhere to the branches I am fastidiously applying them to. I searched around for the scotch tape, found it, and now I am tearing off little-bitty pieces to stick to the back of the sticky bits, and it seems to be working.
Only time will tell.
I am now out of the mood to try and finagle a way to hang holiday lights in here, so I ask for some help and we settle for arranging them on the dash, where after all of this effort, only the few people on the walking trail will ever see them. But we will see them, and you will too. My tiny Christmas tree does make the place merry and bright!
As if to reward me for my perseverance, there are snowflakes blowing around outside my windshield here in central Texas. Everyone is delighted and posting photos on Facebook, since this is such a rare event.
I’m hoping your holiday decorating is merry, fun-filled, and goes exactly as planned!