Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Kaboom. The explosion of June followed by the Fall Out. Unfortunately the Fall Out attached itself to my body. Eight pounds in four weeks. Yeah. I lost my MoJo to say the least. Just when I thought I was in my groove. Things were happening. I was working it. It was clicking. The momentum was going my way. And then, BAM, I became untethered. I floated about eating chocolate and chips and fountains of wine trying to weigh myself down. June was busy. There was prom and then graduation and then flying cross country for college orientation and then, the biggest stressor of all, wisdom teeth surgery. Not fun for any child but darn scary if your child has ITP and his blood does not clot properly. For six plus months we have been in the waiting mode. Waiting for his platelet count to go up high enough to have the surgery. Monitoring it constantly to make sure sure that it was high enough to play Varsity soccer. And so it was that immediately after we got back from the east coast orientation trip, the surgeon gave us the green light. And everything went well. We are weaning him off of the oxycodone but he can't take most of the pain meds they would normally prescribe to patients because of their affect on the platelet count. So now I can exhale a bit, I think. But I still have to get out of my head and, for me, that means getting out of Dodge and heading to the Rockies for sun, mountains, wide open spaces, prong-horn antelope, bighorn sheep and spending time by myself. I need to check out for awhile. Go off duty. Undercover. Maybe I will take a journal and vent.Maybe I will burn it. I don't know but it has got to be about me for awhile. I need to recharge. Do what I want, when I want, how I want. because what I am doing...it's not working. AT ALL!!! So time to turn off for awhile. All the "stuff" will still be there when I get back. I know that, but I will be earthbound again and my roots will be stronger. Time to feed my need. It has to be about me for awhile. Don't knock. Don't call. I am going to sit by the river and watch the world go by. When I am ready to hop back on, I will.
Saturday, May 04, 2013
I am doing my inner Snoopy dance because it fits! It fits! It fits! Actually, THEY all fit!. All of those lovely little sundresses in my closet which NEVER get to go out because the weather is usually too crappy in the Pacific Northwest AND because, since I moved to the Pacific Northwest, I had gotten too fat to wear them! (Yes, the weather really impacts me). But now they fit AND we might break records temperature-wise this weekend. And the sky is blue. The birds are singing. The grass is green. You get the picture. Yeah Baby! My heart will probably always be in the Rockies but for today I am going to listen to John Denver sing, "Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy" because, just for today, the lyrics are most appropriate! Yippee Skippee!
Thursday, April 18, 2013
I just got back from four fabulous SUNNY days in San Francisco and Napa. It was awesome! First of all, SFO can hold its own against any city in the world. And yes, we dined and drank and walked all over the place. Then I headed to Napa on my own. It has changed so much over the years. I no longer go there to do the wineries (at $25-$50/tasting, it is simply too expensive) but I still stayed in Calistoga, rented a bike and rode my bike zig zag across the valley. But therein lies the fun.....being outdoors all day, every day...NOT being cold....all in short sleeves!!! It only reinforced my conviction that I need to get out of the Pacific Northwest. I don't really care about living near the ocean. I want the sun! And the outdoors! What a difference it makes in my psyche. But for now, I am off to my son's soccer game for another day ot standing in the freezing cold rain and wishing I were someplace else. Sigh....
Monday, April 01, 2013
The Easter Bunny did me in. More like the Monty Python Killer Bunny of Caerbannog! First he plied me with wine...then cheese...and the chocolate! Before I knew it, I had entered the battle and succumbed to the feast. Foil wrappers littering the table. Decapitated bunnies on their sides. Plastic grass shreds strewn about the placemats. What began as pretty and pastel and awash with sunshine, ended up a dark brown chocolaty mess. Finally there was no choice. We pushed our chairs away from the table and took it all in. Empty wine bottles standing sentry. Asparagus spears, once crisp and penetrating, now lay limp in a pile. The ham. Oh the ham! A carved out mess with deep penetrating holes from where the cloves once fragranced its skin. We hung our heads. "Time to clean up". We shuffled back and forth into the kitchen removing any and all trace of the battle which had just taken place. But there, in the middle of the centerpiece, was a giant plastic bunny still standing. A downy little chick flanking its side., the breeze from the open door fluffing its tiny feathers. At that moment I knew that they were already gathering the forces, planning their moves and regrouping for next year's feast. April Fool am I !!!
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