Quick roll call of a busy week.
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
I wrote quite a bit more this week than I have in a while. It’s nice to have something diverting my attention. We’re finally experiencing winter these last few days and I don’t like it. Brrrr. I told B we need to consider retiring to a warmer climate and he looks at me like I have two heads. Fall has always been my favorite season, a respite from the heat but not bitterly cold yet. However the great state of Tejas, at least our part of it, doesn’t have a fall season. Start from hades into the arctic, well arctic for me anyway. And with my pain, the cold makes the symptoms worse. I need heated up muscles. Alright enough whining. Too early for cheese and the only way to enjoy a good whine is with some fresh gouda. On with the recap …
On tap for this week, work and blogging. I’m also going to attempt to reframe my sour disposition. Yep I may feel bad but my attitude can either make things worse or make things better. I’m opting for better, come what may, no matter what.
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
The 2nd day of 2022, only the 1st Sunday, and I’m already exhausted. The good news is that I have therapy session tomorrow. Virtual, which allows me to sneak off during a scheduled break without the fuss and muss of driving anywhere. I need to get back into this swing of things so to speak, put on my own air mask first, yada yada. Secretly, I don’t think I can help anyone else anyway unless it helps for me to support by basically shutting up. I can’t live someone else’s life. How presumptuous to think I know best and/or can be the fixer for anyone but me. Feels very selfish … this self-care … being kind to myself. I pray my loved ones will do the same for themselves.
Alrighty. Enough prattling about. On with the show. Here’s what went down in the haze that was last week. With time off, I had a few more entries than normal.
Besides the therapy, I’ve got some big things going down this week. Some I’m directly involved with and others only on the sidelines. Wish B luck with his mom. I know I can be dramatic but amputation is a real possibility. May the medical magicians come up with a better alternative.
Pray that we steer clear of omicron, people are very easily infected even those who have taken precautions. As I hear Lulu coughing now, I’m wanting to run out to buy a test. Ugh! Why didn’t I lock her in her room? Kidding, not kidding. Kinda, sorta, maybe.
I also hope to get the taxes done no later than January 15th!! I’m much more organized this year but there is also more than one contractor. Those 1099 NECs don’t write themselves. Last year I was rushing to get the paperwork postmarked on the day it was due. Not making that mistake again.
Simply writing about everything I need to get done among the <cough/cough> makes me anxious as hell. Time to stop!! Out damn thoughts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Deal when it happens, the future’s not ours to see. Que sera sera!
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
I’m loving the Fantasy Island reboot. And just like on the island, it doesn’t take much to make things feel like Christmas because everyday in Fox TV faux-land Christmas comes every day. The place where all your wishes come true. Ah Phooey! Though mind over matter is something until the physical reigns supreme. At least with a positive attitude, your passage of time is better than it would otherwise be. Too much waxing philosophical. I’ve been through what some may call a mind (you know what). And I am exhausted. Now without further ado, the quick roll call.
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
I’m bone tired as the expression goes. Calling the social experiment now. Everything became too peoplely. Yep, I’m making up words. This gal is a lone wolf in sheep’s clothing. I really can get by all by myself. Don’t wanna be … all by myself … anymore. Sing it with me!!!
Who cares if people like me? I do! She cried. Proverbial people pleaser that I am but after a few weeks of pretense and espionage, I realize nothing good can come from being someone else. Even if that someone else was supposedly better, faster, stronger, able to leap tall buildings with a single bound. Huh? What? Moving on. Short roll call and then FIN!
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
I’m mess with this social experiment I’m engaging in. End of year folks, then I’m pulling the plug. And I’ll write about the results unless I’m completely bonkers by then.
Anywho, yesterday I got new tennies. When you wear shoes until they virtually fall apart before getting new ones, you get sticker shock when it is finally time to replace. I mean c’mon over $100 bucks for sneakers?!?!? Ri-donk-a-donk. I know I’m showing my age but I can’t help it.
I couldn’t find anything at the first stop so we moseyed over to another and 1/2 price baby. That’s the way you do it. I have buyers’ remorse though because I narrowed down to two pair and went with the wrong one. I have a thing about white soles and sidewalls … yep my kicks are like tires. I dislike how dirty they get so I picked the navy and grey. I guess they’re ok but I think I liked the other ones better even if my OCD and cleanliness quirks would be pinging. Lulu Belle was with me and she keeps telling me, I wouldn’t have liked the others. Says to me “remember you told me NOT to let you buy shoes like that”. And I did. Once upon a time.
Anywho part two. Enough blathering about. Time for a quick recap. Yeah buddy.
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
Aaahhh sweet relief. Made it through another week with nothing too terrible. I’ve been laughing so much. Making light because life’s too short to overcomplicate things. I’ve set up an anonymous account which is something I’ve toyed with doing since I’ve see a few folks exclusively use their pseudonyms. I kind of got the idea from WRiTE Club where the folks that enter must be anonymous. Not saying I entered, not saying I didn’t. Not breaking those rules. Mums the word. But what we can say is read and vote. Spread the word.
Back to my new non-WP or FB account. Imagine keeping IRL stuff separate from the twisting social sphere … how freeing that is to be incognito. No judgment because I’m unknown. Or no judgment of the real me, only judging the faux me.
That’s how “hasta” came into being. Someone quipped back at me after a twitter fight. Pretty sure she meant Hasta la vista baby in her Arnold Schwarzenegger voice over voice. She terminated me. Boom! Mike drop. The whole nine yards. lol. And guess what? I didn’t die. In fact, I felt revolutionary!!!!! Sort of demented. Only way to be real is to have no one know who I am. But here, real name and all, I will put my best foot forward such as it is. The restrained version of myself. Who hopefully is much more palatable.
Whew! Enough already. I’ll probably close down my alter ego site by year end. For now, let’s roll call …
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
I’m still on vacay mode so keeping it short & sweet, here is the roll call.
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
No roll call today. The booster finally kicked my ass. Ask me if I’d do it again later in the week considering we fell into the CDC ‘may’ category not the “should”. Bountiful supply in these parts and the coming winter swayed us. I was hoping for less than last time considering only 1/2 dose and 8 months in between.
Despite delayed symptoms again, this reaction is going for a longer duration. In March, the assorted discomfort started noonish the day after with a good night’s early sleep then nothing the morning of day 3 on. As I write this post, it’s been well over 8 hours and if anything it’s worse. Ugh.
I have to wonder as my neurotic mind does, is this something else? I’m a fatalist if you haven’t gathered. Worse case scenario girl. “It’s not a tumor” said in my Arnold from Kindergarten Cop voiceover voice. I simply don’t remember being nauseous and hurling last time. I also remember the Tylenol helped. This time not even close.
On a positive note, my better half did well. Also I got my walk in before the symptoms began. That’s eight days in a row. I’m determined to get out there later today. Even if only swinging in my garden swing. Sunshine is curative. Am I right?
And with that peace out.
As always more to come.
That’s a wrap. Another week in the hopper. We fell back an hour overnight. I really hate that darkness will come around so early. We’re going into the part of the year that I hate. Seasonal depression is a thing y’all. I don’t care what my former therapist says about us not living close enough to the equator for seasonal depression to be a thing. Of course, maybe I’m making an excuse to be lazy and feel sorry for myself. Womp womp.
November is the annual anniversary of a pretty awful event. One I kept pretty close to the vest. We had a really rough patch from the Friday after Thanksgiving 2020 through April 2021 to include the Christmas Eve dust up. The worry that is a knot in my stomach hasn’t let up. Though I see glimmers of hope.
As Lulu and I bonded yesterday, I asked her how she felt about the anniversary. Better than me, she’s fine. Says it feels like another life. Like it didn’t happen to her. And right now things are sunshine and rainbows. I guess that’s successfully moving on. Whew! Now for me to do the same.
Alrighty, let’s put up the roll call.
Tuesday 11/02/21 Share Your World
Wednesday 11/03/21 #1linerWeds
Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.
As always, more to come.
J-Dubs Grin and Bear It 