BIRD BRAIN

 

WEEKEND PLAN

 

IT WAS A GOOD FRIDAY

First I had a lovely salad with grilled salmon:

And then I finished my next diamond painting:

 

CUE THE MUSIC...WE'RE HALFWAY THERE!

 

IN WHICH WE HAVE A LOVELY SUNDAY, INDEED

 

My Lady Irish are doing their thing against Michigan, I had a great scrubby shower and donned my comfy sweats, and now it's time to stitch! Rich will be home after the game for steak pizza iola (salad with grilled chicken for me, Betty), and that will be that.

What are you up to today, Dearies? Come tell me all about it!

IF THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT SHOWS UP...IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, DEARIES

OK, you actually ARE the boss of me.

Today, I am lounging in my pajamas under the blanket, with stitching, damn good, my book, and diamond painting near and Robert DeNiro on the TV for company.

I have a clean sink and a nicely loaded dishwasher, the trash has been duly collected and placed in the can to put outside tonight, and I have prepped my veggies for my salad tonight and put them in their little fancy storage containers that I bought in a frenzy three years ago and then immediately regretted the purchase, but that's as far as I got.

The floor and countertops and Kitchen Cart 'O Crap That Needs Purging and everything else that needs doing will just have to wait for another day, because my better angels (looking at you, kids) told me to stop my nonsense already and just...rest.

Thank you for your excellent advice and care and concern and for the proverbial whack upside my head to get me re-pointed in the right direction! It's very helpful, when you are a Spinster of a very tiny little brain, to have fully-adult supervision to rely on!

What are you up to today? We're cold and blustery here, with more of the same predicted for the next ten days, so I guess we'll just have to hope for a warmer April! 

That's the report. Do come tell me all about your corner of the world today, and if you're in the path of these terrible storms or have been affected by them, you have my fervent thoughts and prayers that you are safe and well.

OH FOR PITY'S SAKES...

Dearies, this is, quite possibly, the dumbest day I've had since Stewey convinced me to try landscaping around the back patio and I dug a four-foot deep moat that my sister swore was going to end up being where she dumped my body when the time came.

I am a) not feeling well and b) a hot crock pot full of stress while waiting for test and lab results, so I decided that today would be a good day to deep clean the bathroom to within an inch of its life.

What. A. Stupid. Idea.

Part of me not feeling well is that I don't have any strength or stamina. By that, I mean that standing, walking, moving, etc is exhausting, and it seems that the amount of energy it takes to shower is about all I've got for a day.

But did I listen to my inner voice that said "Dumbass. Cleaning that bathroom is going to kill you. Take your shower. Get another cup of damn good, and get in the chair with your blanket and stitching and behave yourself."?

Nope.

Here's how the last several hours of my day have gone: Clean. Pant. Sweat. Sit. Breathe hard. Curse. Clean. Pant. Sweat. Sit. Breathe hard. Curse. Cry. Clean. Pant. Sweat. Sit. Breathe hard. Curse. Cry. Slurp cold brew. Clean. Pant. Sweat. Fall down. Cry. Crawl. Curse. Apologize to the BG. Pray. Clean. Sweat. Almost black out from chemical fumes. Give up. Guzzle water. Shower sitting down.

So now that that's all over and out of my system, I'm going to eat my salad and go to bed.

Tomorrow....the kitchen!

EASY LIKE A TUESDAY MORNING...

Rich is over on campus doing his thing this week with the ushering, so I have lots of time to do my spinstering with pajamas on and the birds sweetly tweeting their little heads off out there in the semi-cloudy sunshine. It's supposed to be near 70 degrees today, but in the 30's again by week's end, so I'm not too frantic about flipping my closet to warm weather clothes just yet.

My routine is on the verge of becoming a rut, but for now it's what I need to do. Things are still running amok, so I am using every ounce of patience I have to behave and wait for THE PLAN. 

(Sometimes I think that THE PLAN is stuck in a far-flung Department of Wellness and Sanity somewhere, and we're waiting for an intern to find it under his/her desk before running it to the Highly Grandly Exhaulted Poobah of All Things Medically Solvable, but in the meantime...here we are.)

(But to answer your question...no, my parents were not brother and sister. I was, however, hatched in a toxic waste dump of petro-chemical contamination, also known as what used to be the fifth largest oil refinery in the country, and my family history IS the history of heart disease and colon/esophageal cancer...so I've got THAT going for me.)

But I regress...

I have update photos to share, but for some reason cannot upload them here today. Bear with me while I go in search of a solution.

Happy Tuesday in March, Dearies! I hope you are happy and safe and well and doing all the things that blow your skirt right up today. Come tell me all about it!

Later...finally figured out how to add my progress pics:

FINALLY, AN ANSWER!

 

TWO DOWN...ONE TO GO

Two tests completed today, so I'm home and enjoying some beautifully fresh air and sunshine while contemplating my ToDo list for the day.

Ready?

Eat. Stitch. Futz.

That's it.

What's on your lists, Dearies? Come tell me all about it!

(Laura J Perin posted this on the Facebook, and I just couldn't pass up a chance to re-post it. Isn't it fabulous?! Thanks, Laura!)

AND THEN IT WAS MONDAY...AGAIN

 

I've been spinstering while Rich visits his mom in NJ, and as much as I'd love to tell you that I've been busily crossing things off of my ToDo list...um...not so much.

Laundry is sploshing away, and I did manage to get the big girl sleigh bed changed yesterday, but all of the other stuff?

Nope.

What I HAVE done, is sleep. And eat really really really super duper I can't believe it healthy and light. (*) And I've stitched and diamond painted every day, and I started a new book (Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver), and today I stood outside in the fresh air and sunshine for a full eight and a half minutes before my crazy downstairs neighbor started puffing her ciggie on her patio below while hollering into her cell phone about having Legionnaire's disease.

(Is it me, or does crazy just seem to follow me wherever I go?)

(Which reminds me of the old Dr Melfi joke..."You tell me that everyone around you is an asshat. But what do they all have in common?")

OK, so maybe I'm the one that's actually crazy and the Walter Mitty part of my brain turns everything into a cartoon fantasia of talking fish and whatever else magical things were in that movie.

Tomorrow is inspection day here in the complex, and they will come in with their paper booties and test things to make sure they work. I'm sure that some people find this a bit intrusive and a pain in the neck, but I find it...comforting. The screeching of the smoke detectors might hurt my eardrums, but knowing they work gives me one less thing to worry about.

Speaking of worry...only three tests this week. One will be a specimen sample that I have to collect here at home that under NO circumstances am I going to talk about (if you know, you know), the second is a liver scan, and the third is an endoscopy.

So, Dearies, by the time I get the results from this round, if there are no answers, then I am convinced that it's the universe's way of saying "Sorry, kid. This is it." and I'm heading over to the IU/Notre Dame Medical School and offering myself up as a test subject and to sign all of the paperwork to donate myself to them once I've gone to the big needlework shop in the sky.

(Hopefully in more than a few years!)

But...in the meantime...the sun is shining, the breeze is lovely and warmish, and the birds are tweeting sweetly. Who's happier than me?

AND THEN IT WAS SUNDAY AFTERNOON...

 

SHADES OF 1989

My goodness gracious. I haven't fretted over this many tests since my Senior year at Notre Dame.

(For the record, I was NOT a great student there, but I earned every single C and C+ my tiny little brain was able to accomplish. College was a complete disaster for Yours Truly, but I tried really really hard and despite being entirely too stupid and socially inept to be there...I'm glad I gritted it out and got that diploma that looks almost like my dad's.)

(Except his was signed by Fr Hesburgh, was for Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, and had all kinds of fantastic grades and wonderful collegial memories built into it.)

(Sigh.)

And because I wasn't completely done with traumatizing myself, there was the LSAT testing that I was certain would kill me.

(Again...disaster.)

But I digress.

Next week will be an adventure through my torso parts...liver, spleen, pancreas, and gall bladder. And just to make sure not one single square inch of me is not inspected thoroughly, there will also be 'oscopies all over the damn place.

We're narrowing in, Dearies. By the time this is all over, I will have an EOB (explanation of benefits) as thick as a phone book and a small army of satisfied specialists standing in the photo booth with a little sign that reads "I cured the Spinster Stitcher of all that ailed her".

Back to stitching and diamond painting. What's new with you?

HELLO MOJO!

Just when I thought my stitchy career was over...the mojo returned.  I've had a delightful few days of playing with the Sampler Game Board, and as soon as I post this here love note to you, I'm going to get back to it.

I await test results this week, and will visit with my gastroenterologist tomorrow. The pieces of the puzzle are still scattered about the table, but at least now I feel like we're going in three or four different directions instead of eleven.  

What's new in your corner of the world? Come tell me all about it!