Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. The Husband is going to fix us some wonderful Cornish hens and I am plannning on helping him eat them with gusto. After the wonderful meal I plan on doing some hearty knitting and possibly take a nap or two with my dogs curled up around me and my husband beside me.
This Thanksgiving is a lot different from the ones I grew up with. All of my sisters and their families would journey to come home. Mommy would have begun baking a couple of days before. There was a sense of excitement and an intense feeling of home. I thought those days would never end. It came as a surprise when they did. The last get-together was with me, Sister 2, Sister 3, and their families just before my Mommy passed. It was so bittersweet. We all knew it was the last one we would all be sharing together. It was never said out loud, but we all knew.
Now, since Mommy and Daddy have passed away, each of us have our own holidays with our families no matter how big or small. Our houses are still filled with love and hope. Joy visits sometimes even. Tomorrow me and my sisters will all call each other and wish each other a Happy Thanksgiving and we will want to be with each other, remembering how life used to be. Yet, there will be happiness simply because we can still talk to each other via the phone and Skype. Life goes on, and so does living, thankfully.
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The week began with a doctor’s visit to pain management. The doctor and I had a very good talk and we actually came to the conclusion I was an individual and not likely to become addicted because of the pain level now experienced. Dr. J listened intently as I explained the fiasco of the last visit to his office and he apologized because, as I figured, he knew nothing about the treatment the staff gave me. Now we are on the same page and he seemed a little more relaxed. I know I am a lot more relaxed going to see him.
Since the weather was mild, I asked Carlos to take me to see my father-in-law. It has been months since I was able to go for a visit and all of us had a great time. We even splurged and ate at I Hop! I’ve wanted pancakes forever and the decision was I Hop. Big Daddy said he wanted some good French toast and sort of craving it for a while. It was a win-win for all of us.
Even after eating there was still some energy to be had, so I did a bit of shopping and even got some bandanas for the dogs and Willie even got a new shirt. It came from the boy’s section at Wal-Mart and it fit. He has frozen when he goes out and today Carlos said he was eminently proud of his shirt – Willie even wears one of Carlos’s huge tees sometimes when he goes out because he simply doesn’t want to be cold, which I understand. I say he is a hooman with fur and more and more he proves me right.
Today, all-in-all, has been a pretty good day. Yes, I over-did-it yesterday, but not to the point to where I am hurting so badly I can’t think, or don’t want to do anything. In fact, I am moving forward with taxes, writing projects, games, blogging, and knitting. It feels good to do things again. The energy level (my spoons) is low, but not exhausted, which means there will be energy for tomorrow as long as the weather doesn’t instantly change again.
Here’s hoping everyone out there is having a splendid, energy filled day, too!
Georgia O’Keeffe is one of my all-time favorite painters, visual artists. Such a price tag does not surprise me.
Knitting is answering the need for something relaxing to do of an evening. Again. Since Christmas is vastly approaching, there is reason to knit and change yarns and finish projects ad quickly as possible.
Today I have been working on a new hat for myself. Thanks to Willie, I don’t have any hats and Carlos is lucky to have one or two. Like a curious baby, Willie wad able to get into impossible places to get to things we thought we had put out of his reach. Sadly, see some of the winter accessories didn’t survive.
Knitting, especially today, has been the perfect activity. I am looking forward to the knitting projects for presents and necessities. I am also thankful my hands are able to knit. Life may not be perfect, but today it is good.
I hate doing taxes.
I’m going to play RIFT for a while.
That is all.
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KMGN: This post made me smile.
Originally posted on Legends of Windemere:
I used to be able to write nonstop for hours. Then my fingers got old, my mind got wander-y, and my energy simply didn’t hold up like it used to. I’m not talking about the brief moment where you flex the fingers or have to make a mad dash to the bathroom because your bladder has had enough with ‘one more paragraph’. (And people wonder why I don’t work outside of the house.) I’m talking about a point where you can pause and let your mind gather itself for another marathon. This could be a chapter, chapter section, or anything that has an end to it.
I do a 10-15 minute break between chapter sections when writing and sometimes when editing. With editing, I try to push to the end of a chapter before I take a break. It really depends on how long it’s taking. The…
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KMGN: Bloggers DO inspire other bloggers. Who has inspired you recently? Serendipity has been inspiring to me.
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There is so much more to do today and, quite honestly, all I have really wanted to do is just relax and not think too hard; not plan over much for tomorrow; just be. Of course, this is not something I can do today, or tomorrow really. No one can if they are living their life instead of just watching it pass them by. However, some people, I have noticed, prefer to do lots of planning but never move forward with their plans. Or, they don’t make plans at all and expect stories to be written, paintings to be done, money to be made without effort.
It would be wonderful to say I only know one or two people with this problem, but, the truth is, I know several; and it breaks my heart to listen to them explain to me why so much is not happening for them and wondering why things aren’t happening in their lives like it does for other people.
These people look at me as if I have all the time in the world to do everything I want like write and knit, and even read. They take no consideration for the effort it takes to make plans and follow through on just one or two of them through the day. They know I have chronic pain and, to them, this is not something I must take in consideration for planning out the day and its events. If five words get down or five pages on my stories I am usually glad for five words! Three is wonderful on a bad day.
Every day I work hard on finding something good and positive to be happy about, because, if I didn’t, the pain would swallow me whole and I would fall into the darkest abyss you can’t imagine. Through my life I have visited that abyss and each time, with love from others, with help in controlling the pain, and with grit of my own, and God’s love and strength I have climbed out. It is a struggle not to return there. However, people who have very little wrong with them seem to almost willingly fall into that horrid place because they don’t want to put an effort into having a life, into living, not just existing.
Why am I writing about this today? Today I heard from a friend back home where I grew up. We were really close friends in high school. She was married to a very brutal man had two children by him, divorced him after he put one of their children in the hospital, and re-married. Her oldest daughter is married now with children of her own and the daughter is on drugs so badly my friend is raising her grandchildren.
According to my friend, her daughter had to take drugs to stop being apathetic about living and being alive. “She just can’t feel without the drugs,” she said. “L just can’t handle feeling anything without the drugs. I understand it, though. Feeling is over-rated. It is best you don’t feel to live in the world. It would be better for the entire family if we just stopped.” I asked her about the grandchildren and she said, “It would be best if they went with me.“
For the next twenty minutes I grilled her on if she had a plan to carry out this action. She does. I asked her if she was going to go through with it and she said she wouldn’t; she just liked knowing she had a plan if it got so bad she had to Just Stop.
I asked her how long she has fought this depression and she said she had been on medication for depression for years. My friend just doesn’t want to leave the house and feels annoyed when she needs to go to school with the grandchildren for awards and parent-teacher conferences. She doesn’t want to put effort into living anymore.
So, I asked her why she had went through all the trouble of looking up my telephone number and contacting me. Her reply was, “Because I know you understand because of your condition.” She seemed surprised when I said I didn’t understand. She doesn’t have a physical disability or chronic pain; she has the newest generation to guide and love; she has love in her second husband. My friend J is a fantastic artist and she refuses to paint because she doesn’t have time or the energy to put paint on canvas. She waits until her paintings are perfect in her mind before she can even begin. I told her this was a crutch and all she really needed to do was to begin. She then began giving me excuses as to why she couldn’t even start. Most of her day she spends alone, like me, but she simply doesn’t have the motivation to do anything.
Before hanging up I told J to look for a councilor in the area. I told her she needed professional help. I told her we were still friends and if she needed to talk to someone she could call me, and I made sure to get her number. She reached out and I can’t abandon her, but, at the same time, I’m not sure she wants any help or any friendship. J called me to hear someone else complain about how bad their life was, is. My life isn’t bad. It is different and difficult, but it isn’t bad.
I can’t help but wonder if I will hear from J again. I hope I do.