Summer Sucks

2. What's your least favorite season?

This is an easy one. Summer, hands down, is my least favorite season. At the beginning it seems just fine, still a hint of coolness left over from spring, but by July when the temperatures and the humidity soar, I am in the house enjoying the A/C, but as surely trapped there as I am in the winter when it is cold.

At least in winter I can dress warmly and go out, but if I am not in the water in mid-summer, I tend to get to feeling sick. And, then there is the dry time when everything withers and turns brown, and I am watering the gardens just trying to keep them alive.

I do love to swim, and that makes summer at least tolerable. I catch a lot of grief from family who find it their favorite season, but even as a child I did not like summer.

On the family front, yesterday we celebrated the husband's 72nd birthday with lunch at a favorite restaurant and then a drive through the countryside. Loved seeing an old cabin where I lived for a short time, though it is now falling down. We didn't stop so no picture, but I am determined to get back there and get some shots as it will be perfect for a sketch. Youngest daughter and I shared memories of the old place where many interesting and exciting adventures occurred.

Qigong routine complete. Today marks the first time to go walking on the inside track at the local community college. Still feeling much better. I'm hoping this is a trend for 2020.

Going to Give This Approach a Go

Blatantly stole these writing prompts from njlorelei in the hope that they will help me to be more regular in posting. So, here we go:

1. How do you feel today?

Today I feel incredibly and excitably good. I have not been feeling well at all, nothing specific, nothing horrible, just "off." But, this morning I began the practice of qigong which I hope to make a daily thing. And, I am amazed that I feel good. I am looking forward to going out to eat with some of the family to celebrate the husband's 72nd birthday.

Nothing hurts. I am not anxious which is the greatest gift of all. I had forgotten what feeling good was like, and now I remember how much I like it :)

From the internet

Must be that the app updated and under cover of darkness morphed into this:

Perhaps I will be mollified by being able to read from the tablet or perhaps I won't. I am pleased to find I can post from the web.

And, I hope this doesn't make me a Luddite.

OMG Vintage Jade Plant Blooms

For the first time in who knows how many years, my old jade plant has put on blooms. Since last week was my 44th wedding anniversary and the plant was a wedding gift, this must be a good omen for the coming year. I love the intricacy of the blossoms and am so excited to see her blooming in two spots.

On a couple of small gifts left to wrap, need to take a shower or better yet a long hot bath.

Weather here is amazingly warm (climate change?) over 60 yesterday. Christmas predicted to be 65. Not complaining, just sayin'. I have enjoyed not having to wear a coat.

The whole family is scheduled to appear tomorrow for brunch. We switched up the menu, so there may be complaints, but the cooks want to take it easy this year.

I intend to have a peaceful happy celebration tomorrow. I wish you the same.


Yeah, Yeah I Never Post

Mostly I'm tired trying to get ready for Christmas. Big family, lots of gifts, too many decorations plus people coming and going wears me out.

But, I am feeling caught up which probably means I've forgotten something.

Enjoying the cheap mirrored Christmas balls I bought this year. They catch the light through the big windows and throw it around which is quite delightful.  Of course sunshine is required for that phenomenon; it is in short supply.

I am reading the latest of Kate Atkinson's Jackson Brodie series, "Big Sky." I rather expect this to be the last. Nine years have passed since she wrote one. They have certainly been entertaining. I am woefully behind on my goodreads goal *sigh* Perhaps I should read shorter books?

The cardboard house is nearly complete, but set aside to make room for holiday stuff.

Oh, and the husband and I celebrated our 44th wedding anniversary on Tuesday, though actually we didn't go out to eat until Wednesday. No gifts were exchanged and few pleasantries. I never thought it would last this long.

And now, back to lying about.


Birthday Post - Age 73, but who's counting?

The last few days have been a whirlwind with birthday celebrations seeming to spring up out of nowhere.  Today. I'm returning to my "norm." 

The good Lord willin' and the creek don't rise, and barring unforeseen accidents, in 11 more days I will have lived longer than my mother. That somehow feels like a milestone, morbid? weird? Maybe it's a goal even though I often vow I don't set them.

I got some really awesome gifts. A painting by an online friend (one I actually met in RL). This incredibly talented woman is dying of ALS and will never paint again. She's already seriously incapacitated up. but damned plucky in facing the whole fucking mess. I was so excited to get this. All the kids went together which was also cool. I cried. The title of the picture is "Your Brain on Trees."

Tracy gave me a pair of felted houseshoes. My old pair can be retired for special occasions. I am a huge fan of felted houseshoes, warm conform to you feet and these were made in Kyrgyzstan, which is at least not China.

We had a great lunch at Emmitt's Cafe in a tiny town about 20 miles away. Delicious food. We laughed endlessly and loudly. I drank a Blue Moon Ale, first alcohol I've had in years. I might do that again lol. For those moments everyone was smiling. In my position as matriarch I like it that way.

Yesterday, Erin came down and created an awesome dinner: lamb chops, Greek salad, Potatoes Romanov, Hot Bread, Asparagu. Joe baked an oatmeal cake with caramel frosting (my fave). More fun, more food.

Last night I paid the price for eating rich foods. I will not describe the unpleasant events of my night, but will say I am fine now and making soup.

I am loving the cardboard/haunted house more every time I work on it. Still far from finished, I keep thinking of details I can add and the painting is a slow as the shingles. I did set an intention to at least tidy up the area around it today.

Tried to read "The Library Book," but haven't been able to engage with it yet, so switched back to some Kate Atkinson with "When Will There Be Good News?"

Birthday time for me tends toward nostalgia. I've had some cleansing tears, some joyous dancing and some great memory sessions. Currently listening to Gordon Lightfoot which might better describe my mood. Stuck in the 70's. That would be me. LOLr


Damage and Drama and Death

Or as the Grateful Dead sang, "Maybe I had too much too fast?"

My drama quotient is used up for at least the rest of the year.

First, the school called to say that grandson, Tai had fallen down the stairs and cracked his head. They couldn't get reach his mom. So, I'm wondering just how I'm going to get to town to pick him up with ice and snow on the gravel, when reason stepped in and said, "Call his mother." By the time I reached her, his stepfather was on his way to the school and was taking him to Mom who then took him to the ER and he got stitched up. I talked to them the next day. Apparently he had told mom that he was too ugly to go to school. What a great excuse. She seemed pleased to let him stay home and do her work from there, so that ended well enough.

Next, the husband who was on his way home had a head on collision. He impacted a car parked on the wrong side of the road, chatting to a friend. The accident happened on a blind curve. He didn't even have time to hit the brakes. So many things went right. He wasn't injured and no one else was. He was driving slowly as old men often do. The air bags didn't break any bones. We have good insurance. But, currently we don't have a car. Anah is driving our Jeep because her car is in the shop. But again, it is ok. Got groceries on Monday, don't need anything and plenty of volunteers if we do. If everything shakes out like it should (I say that cautiously) we will have a new car next week and maybe the Jeep back tomorrow.

Last, but by this time in the saga, not necessarily least Anah endeed up in the ER yesterday with stomach pain. All was determined to be ok with her innards after some tests and she got a diagnosis of gastritis, just like the rest of the family.

Draping a dank gray blanket over all this other minor crap is the death of one of my knitting friends. Her name was Sonya and she was 52, amazingly bright, so full of life and health that it is still hard to grasp that she has left. Both she and I had quit knitting club, me - just because and her - because she went back to working as an attorney. I didn't know she was ill. A serious loss to the planet. Love ya Sonya, fly high.