Finding the time to blog has been an annoying issue with me, because I know I will enjoy it. I simply haven't had time to focus on it, but I find that suddenly has changed. First of all, earlier in the week I flew around a corner to let my old dog Mac out, smashed into a flat iron that Ron had used as a doorstop, and came away with a very broken toe. Then I had my very first no-kidding-this-is-the-real-deal migraine attack. I was home alone and was in the most unbearable pain for over 6 hours. I knew it wasn't a stroke or aneurysm, because I was definitely conscious. No fun at all, and a real eye opener. I hadn't quite recovered from that, feeling shaky, and rather wondering why a migraine at 51, with no prior history of headaches of any kind....and yesterday while baking cookies for a grad party, I injured (?) my back somehow. Bad. I can't walk and it's almost hysterical. If there isn't an improvement by tomorrow, obviously it's to the doctor.
All this aside, I am glued to this chair now, or on my back and so no excuses. I wish I had a little bell here so I could just tinkle it, and have someone to get my camera, a dish of raspberries, and some fresh tea. I can see all the cobwebs in my parlor that need removing, visualize the laundry in the washer and the dryer, feel the weeds taking over my radicchio and peppers, hear my little parrot squawking for attention, imagine with horror dishes piling up in the kitchen sink....and there's not a damn thing I can do about any of it.
I was just about to comment that you are living my dream life and then I read this....
ReplyDeleteActually you still are, just you know, with the same crap things. Getting older bites.
I'd say something insipid like 'Get Better!' but it's more in my character to channel that rage toward a legitimate complaint like 'WHY did you leave the freakin' flat iron there?!'
and then use that guilt to make him go get ice cream.