I’ve Got the Back Home, Laptop Crash, Secret Garden, Freakin’ Holidays, Genealogy Brick Wall, Writing Slump, Dead People, Neglecting Gertrude, Friends & Family, Cave Woman Blues
I wonder if I can Rap a Blues song? Hey, I can Rap! Just ask Sara & Jon…after they catch their breath from laughing so hard. Hahahaha, remember mom Rapping? Hahahahah!
Yes, I’m back from another week in Oregon, as Mrs. M. is pretty determined to make it on her own. I’m still on call and always will be. She loved her mini-beach and thanked me for the new office chair that I brought down for her. I hope that when I am 90 I will be as independent, determined and lucky enough to have those around me who respect my wishes.
I’ve actually been back for just over a week, but several things have kept me from posting here or hanging with my friends and family on Facebook.
The blues catch up with me every so often and leave me unable to, shall we say, function? No, that’s too dramatic and not quite correct. Communicate, that’s what I can’t seem to do when the blues take hold. I am functioning though, so no worries there. I made it to a Dr. appointment for a new inhaler and they got me signed up with the new health care system. No, we don’t need to discuss that. I’ll just say that I am grateful because I have had no health insurance for the last 3 years, and with only 2 small pensions, I will now qualify for it. Okay, I’ll also add how sorry I am for the hardworking folks who have been shafted in this health care mess.
What else have I managed to get done through the blues? I’ve written some PR for our local writer’s retreat that takes place in January. Writing: I’ve worked on the Postcards publication and have a final draft ready to be edited. I think.
Genealogy: I sent payment and request for a marriage certificate from England that should give me some good leads for finding my “brick wall” English ancestors. I’ve been trying out some new gen software and playing with a new family history site.
Maggie: I’ve cleaned, sorted and organized my cave (Maggie) AND filled the garbage several times. I’m still thrilled to have some of my houseplants finally surrounding me. They also force me to open the blinds during the day. The damn light really takes away the whole cave ambiance! My neighbor gave me a cool round box filled with incense. I’ve been sampling them, which totally adds to the hippie ambiance:>)
Out and about: I did my weekly(ish) load of laundry at my neighbor’s house and visited his dog, Gertrude, while he was gone. She was so frantically happy to see me that I feel bad for neglecting her. We snuggled and rocked and caught up for awhile. On my way back to Maggie, I detoured to the pond, grabbed my camera and took a few shots of the treasures I found.
So, not bad for having the blues, huh? Yesterday, I made phone and email contact with some of my family members that I have been neglecting. They get it. They have also had some crushing loses lately. I usually make a yearly calendar for my folks, but I have been avoiding that too. While there is an adorable new great grand baby to add to their calendar this year, I also have to add 2 RIP dates, for a great grandson (my grandson) and my mom’s sister, along with the painful Feb 2012 death date of their daughter/my sister. Calendars are overrated, don’t you agree?
I am proud of myself for surviving the crash of my beloved laptop on Thanksgiving eve. Yes, I love that thing. Paul got it for me while we were living in the hospital in 2008. It was the connection to our loving support circle and has been my constant connection since then. My sis sent me an awesome, pretty much brand new, laptop this summer and I have been using both for awhile. I need to take hers in to get it updated, I think. It runs incredibly slow and freezes up sometimes. But mine crashes and the keyboard is failing. I was using hers for writing and storing photos, and mine for internet. Lately, I have been storing some photos and writing here and some there, so I hope everything can be recovered. I’m pretty good about doing back ups, but if I lost anything, it won’t be the first time! See how well I handle that? Losing cherished loved ones refocuses your priorities. Or maybe I’m just numb.