There are days when I feel like I've been hit by a bus.
Today is one of those days.
Lots of cha-cha-cha changes at Chez Spinster....some good, some not so good, some yet to be determined. Needless to say, this portly yet lovable spinster is a bit on overload.
But the good news is that I am upright and here to complain about/observe it, so that in itself is a good thing, so....let's get on with it!
In an effort to be a better steward of my limited resources (physical, financial, mental and otherwise), I decided to suspend my cable and internets at the house to see if I could live without them. Turns out that they are NOT the luxury item that I thought they were, but rather the only way I find to engage with the world. So...I'm thinking that it might be rather important to re-install both so that I can stop fretting my evenings away in front of antenna TeeVee and no way to connect with you...my touchstone to normalcy. Stay tuned....methinks a call to Comcast is on today's agenda for sure!
As many of you might have guessed, my relationship with Aunt Chrissy (my sister) has been....fraught. Well, we've really decided to poke the snake, since both she and Bosco have moved into my little hovel as of last Saturday and we are going to try it as roommates. Stay tuned for what I am sure will be hours an hours of programming from Dysfunction Junction. For now, we are exercising patience and are trying to be kind and loving to one another, but given our history, this could get interesting really quick. (I'll just be happy if we can keep Bosco and Stewey from killing and/or permanently maiming each other!)
I am happy to report that I still have my original kidneys and that they seem to be limping along quietly. My last monthly report had a few labwork glitches, but we're trying to fix them with meds and "lifestyle modification" and prolong the inevitable. Considering the fact that stress reduction is a major part of the modification, I'm not optimistic that success is on the horizon, but I continue to eat sensibly, rest when needed, and do things like stitch and talk to all of yous to keep myself from clutching the ceiling.
Stitching is the one category of life that continues to bring me great joy. I feel like I've stitched more in the last few months that I have in ten years. I hit that Happy Chair in the late afternoon and the troubles of the world just wash away,. Then, before I know it, I look up and another evening has passed and I have managed to complete a nice chunk of a lovely project that just blows my skirt right up. Man, oh manachevitz....if we ever figure out a way to bottle and sell this we'll be rich!
My Stewey Little is my Stewey Little. He is adjusting nicely to life with Aunt Chrissy and Bosco, and all I need to do is remember to pat his little head and whisper sweet nothings in his funny bunny ears before he falls asleep each night and all is well. I think he knows that Mommie Dearest is in a "transitional" phase at the moment, so he's doing his level best to be kind and helpful and not add to the swirling vortex of chaos and uncertainty that has enveloped us of late.
So all of this brings me to a decision that I made at 7 0'clock last night regarding my 50th. As it turns out, Aunt Chrissy will turn 45 on Tuesday the 12th...a full two days before I turn 50 on the 14th, and it would seem that we are just not in the right "place" for festivities at the moment. Normally, I would have said "Oh, let's just forget about our birthdays this year and not celebrate them in any way" and we would have just gotten on with it, but THIS time, I think I've come up with a very good and reasonable alternative....postponement.
Yup. You read that right. I am officially postponing The Rich Sisters' Birthday Extravaganza for the period of six months. So on October 12th and 14th respectively, there will be cake and ice cream and presents and dinner at LaSalle Grille and all will be well.
So this brings me to another idea I had....would anybody be interested in coming to Hoosierville for a Misfit Convention? I'm thinking that we could book a lovely hotel that has a great stitchy space, and we could spend the weekend stitching and eating and drinking dietCoke and acting like introverts. The weekend of October 22nd happens to be an idle weekend for Notre Dame, so there might be some hotel availability, and the weather might be decent enough that we could leaf peep and wear chunky sweaters and drink hot chocolate with impunity.
If this sound like something that might interest you, send me your info (name, email address, mailing address, and notes about what you would want/not want for such a weekend) and I'll start pulling together information.
That's the report for today, my friends. Sorry to ramble, but my tiny little brain seems to be in triage mode and wants to get rid of as much as it can that's rattling around in there to free up space for other things.
Here's hoping that your mental RAM is humming along nicely and that your little corner of the world is full of nothing but goodness and needles flying! Woo Hoo!