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Because I can't bear to eulogize Doug - 2008-08-19
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12:39 p.m. - 2004-07-14
Wednesday’s List of Good Things I actually knew that it was Wednesday. I did check the day/date thingy in the task tray just to be sure, but I have become so stupid that knowing what day of the week it is is an accomplishment. Whoo hoo. Next thing you know I’ll be zipping my own pants and tying my own shoes too. (Now, now, none of that. Upbeat, you promised to be upbeat.) I got invited to a Home Interiors party. The catalog is the invite. Most of the stuff is too foo-foo for my taste, but there are a couple things I like a lot. My favorite is a garden stepping stone which will be perfect. I cleared a wad of pachysandra along the front walk so I could get in and out of the perennial bed without having to leap over the ground cover like a Flying Walenda. That pachysandra is persistent though and the space keeps filling back in. The garden stone will hold it back nicely. I took a 5 hour nap yesterday and then crashed last night for another 8 hours. I didn’t even feel too guilty about dozing the afternoon away. My period showed up this morning with a minimum of pain. No weeping fits or other hormone induced freak-outs this month either. Nice. Though I made a joke of it yesterday I’m beginning to think a batik skirt might not be a bad idea. I can wear it to the wedding next-next Saturday. With my emu shell earrings of course. I’ll skip the clichéd Birkenstocks in favor of a pair of ribbon tied espadrilles. I decided on the skirt when I realized I’m thin enough to buy clothes at the Hippie Store. A happy realization it is too. I’d put up a big old mental roadblock in front of 99% of the stores around here because there was no use even looking, I was too fat. Hell, I didn’t even bother to look at jewelry most of the time, my wrists, fingers, ankles and neck were far too out-sized. Why do you think I have over 100 pairs of earrings? Fatness doesn’t come into play when you can jam something through a hole in your head. Earrings I could buy with confidence. So I am free from the polyester hell of the fat chick stores! I can go shopping at all the neat artsy places which carry clothes made of natural fibers. My stifled skin is already breathing easier. It’s still overcast from yesterday’s rain. I toured my gardens this morning without worrying I’d spontaneously combust. The warning label on the antibiotics and the fact sheet that came with the prescription made it VERY clear that going out in the sun was a Bad Thing. I’ve frigged around with my health for far too long and I am following all health related directives to a Tee. I take my meds on schedule. I am resting. I am eating as best I can. The (possible) Lyme disease and Bell’s palsy aren’t my fault per se, but dragging around like I did without seeing a real doctor for so long was my own doing and I’m not going to be such a dumb-ass anymore. I’m going to get well if it kills me. Har har har. In the garden the pepper plants are loaded. I picked a half dozen jalapenos and am as proud as a gander. The broccoli is getting riduculous, it’s ginormous and it hasn’t even put up heads yet. Tomatoes by the dozens. The Greedy Groundhog made off with the strawberries, darn it all. But the grapes are out of reach and are coming along nicely. Guess I’m going to have to break my No-pesticides rule and spray the pear trees. Some kind of boring critters have taken over the fruit. Almost every pear has a puckered hole in it and the pears themselves are lumpy and sick looking. Wolf just got home from school. Time to give my kid a hug. ~LA
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