Sunday 🐏blings 1/12/20

My first ramble of 2020. Aaaahhh! I need a mini purge.

I’m reading Ordinary Hazards A Memoir by Nikki Grimes. She discovered the power of writing at a young age too. The feeling of sweet relief to get the thoughts out! She’s endured far worse than me yet we harness the same thing to experience release. How cool is that? Non-medicinal cure for what “theoretically” ails me.

I’ve rambled here quite a bit about my doctor going to concierge and my appointment with someone new who was less than stellar. I’m still in pain and sitting here feeling sorry for myself. Listening to #SLS helps. Thanks Jim for keeping it going when Helen left. Musical muscle just like the power of writing. And Bag Lady you’ve no idea what your song did for me today. I walked off my anxiety albeit temporary with End of the Line on a loop. I feel better. Maybe I’m not dying. Oh who am I kidding? We’re all dying. Maybe I’m not dying today!!!

You too can share the joy that is the Traveling Wilburys

As always more to come.

Thursday 🐏blings 12/26/19 Part Two

We ran a few errands earlier and ended up getting Lulu’s graduation ring. Yep it’s happening. Spur of the moment but planned as she’d narrowed down her selection some months beforehand. I’m verklempt. Though not really. Makes me happy 😊.

Due to our late start, the crowds were large and fairly rowdy. Parking was hard to come by. We remarked that we saw more people out shopping after Christmas than before. Of course our retail strategy is go early and get in and out. Now back home to more reading and lounging. I’ve no idea what day it even is 😂

Thursday 🐏blings 12/26/19

The past is gooooonnnnnnne! Sing it Steven Tyler and Jilly Dub:

Sing with me, sing for the year

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear

Sing with me, just for today

Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Whoa why so maudlin? You made it through another holiday gauntlet. Well yeah not New Years yet but you’ve always loved New Years. The memories attached to that are good ones. Light at the end of the tunnel in a way.

If my last therapist had not poo-pooed the idea, I’d claim S.A.D. or seasonal affect disorder. The sun 🌞 is behind the clouds ☁️ and we’re supposed to get rain ☔️ for a few days. She claimed we’re too far from the equator to have SAD. And even then the studies are inconclusive. Imagine that?!? In my case, my mood is all me. Overthinking. Now I’m gonna put a stop to that nonsense.

Instead I’ll be sitting here sipping hot tea ☕️ as Lulu does laundry 🧺. I’ll break out my next book 📖 and overindulge in the self-care of doing nothing but reading and napping 😴 then reading some more. This marks my 500th (is that a word?) post in a row. Milestone. Yippee 🥳

As always more to come.

Sunday 🐏 blings ~ 12/15/19

First things first people of BlogLandia, today is a wonderful day! Lulu turns 22! we got everything done for her get together happening later tonight, but I had to run to the grocery for items forgot. When I left around 8 am, the day was breaking. I could swear there was a peek of light. Driving back around 9 am, it was a soupy foggy mess with almost 0 visibility. I hope as the day progresses the fog burns off which is inevitable right?? because I have never recalled a day that was foggy from start to finish. But Jilly ain’t no weatherman. Squirrel! The Weather Man with Nick Cage. Probably my first dramedy now 14 years old. I am going to have to rewatch that movie.

I was going to blog about all kinds of good sentimental stuff. But I didn’t get to it quick enough. Instead I did a last-minute make ready of the house before showering to get myself ready. Now as I sit and wait, I go to my desktop and find it has died overnight. Panic and anxiety ensue and now I am coming to you live from my iPad. With talk to text no less. Means there may very well be tons of typos.

I’m getting stuff out of my system here folks means it’s gonna be a whirlwind ride. I have yet another health issue. TMI sparred. Though I want to ask you whadda you think as I google WedMD. I’m likely making stuff up. I know this but it still worries me. One day I’ll be proven right. And the fact that my doctor has gone all concierge bullshit means I don’t even know who I go to.

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh that’s me screaming but word like loud was so yesterday’s #SoCS.

I’ve mentioned before how hard is this time of year. Yet some of the best things occurred in that span of Thanksgiving to New Years too. Like Lulu’s birthday. Nine and 1/2 years after Pony. Our miracle. Best birthday and Christmas gift ever. And forget the past. In the now, I’m grateful. I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted and way more than I deserve.

I’ve been inhaling and exhaling gently as these thoughts flow onto the virtual page calming me. Something about sharing makes the burden less. Even when no verbal response comes. The premise is similar to what Fandango wrote about yesterday on his #SoCS.

Writing is a gift I give myself daily. Before all the anxiety ridden thoughts pounded my brain I was planning another story. The foggy drive home was the perfect setting for the novel I have yet to write. I’m always plotting another story. Being observant to my interpretation of real as opposed to fake life.

As always more to come.

Friday 🐏 blings 12/13/19

Good thing I’m not superstitious. But I am. Oops too late. Cats out of the bag. I better throw some salt over my left shoulder. Or is it my right shoulder? In any case I don’t plan on stepping on any cracks. 

One of Pony’s best friends turns 32 today. Pony follows suit in six months. That’s a non superstitious good thing. But I have to ask. How the heck do I have an almost 32 year old?

He’s been through the wringer that kid of ours. Tide is turning and he’s taking his life back. He’s dropped 35 lbs since September. He jokingly told us he was going to shave his beard and mustache since he no longer feels like he has a double chin. Then he went and shaved. Oops! He tells me go ahead and get it over with. I just smiled. He’s got a chin and a half. Now he’s deciding does he amp up the regimen or wait two weeks because by then his beard will be back.

Moving on to yummy leftovers. See the asparagus affectionately referred to as “ah-spare-ah-goose”. When I order this in a restaurant, I am lucky to get four spears. While these are thinner, I’m counting way more than four. That’s a salmon patty hiding underneath there. Yum 😋 

TGIF folks!!

As always more to come.

Sunday 🐏 blings 12/8/19

New category alert!!  Ramblings.  Yay!!!  Or Ugh!  I can hear the crowd cheer and groan.  Or maybe smile and wonder what is Jilly up to?  Who knows?

Short story really.  I decided my Life category was getting too full by becoming a catch-all of sorts. But no more!  I won’t waste time re-categorizing.  New posts only from today on.

Time is zipping along and I am in the typical Eeyore head space for this time of year.  Swimming against the current while trying not to be Ebeneezer Scrooge.  I can hear B on the phone with Lulu.  He talks to her EVERY.SINGLE.DAY!  He started doing that after … well after the terrible awful and he has yet to miss a day.  He is not going to be the reason something goes south.  Nope.  He tells her he doesn’t text and she has to take his calls.  Which she does and secretly enjoys.  Me?  I get the I can’t talk now.  Which is fine since mostly I have nothing to say.   Sadly I could go weeks without speaking.  Reading and writing doesn’t count.  All three are expressions but speaking is way too much work most days.

What’s on my mind?  More than I can say.  The first anniversaries of a million little things are about to hit us.  Mainly Pony but the rest of the family too because we love him.  He’s doing better.  Well he appears to be doing better.  No one ever really knows anyone.

At least he hasn’t lost his sense of humor.  He recently told me that he can no longer feel his second chin which means he might shave the beard and see what’s under there.  He has lost a considerable amount of weight … on purpose.  Part of taking back control.  Of course his weight was not the issue but only a symptom.  He is addressing the root cause.  Makes my heart happy.  Now to sustain that happiness without finding anything else to obsess about.  We all know I am the queen of MSU – making stuff up.

Ta-ta for now but I’ll be back.  You can count on it.  Seriously?  Yes Meredith Grey.  Seriously!

As always, more to come.