Bugness

I haven’t had much to write.  That’s not true, I’ve had plenty to write, but I just didn’t want to read it later.  Who wants to read about how hard it was to be on a  blended/liquid diet for so many days and how terrible it was to get strep after having surgery and then the topper-the antibiotics made/are making me sick. 

See-not fun. Not fun to think about, not fun to read and not fun to write.

I must say, I’m losing faith.  I’ve missed too much work for my taste.  There are piles of dirty laundry, ok a small pile (that would be there sick or not). The sum: I don’t like this.

I’m struggling to find grace and meaning in this.  But maybe there isn’t any.  Maybe it just is what it is-shitty bad luck and when it’s over-I move on.  In the mean time, I’ll stuff my face with refried beans, ding dongs and hot tea.  All healthy recovery foods right?

The upshot is I caught up on Weeds and made another couple of felt donuts.  And I’ve lost weight.  I joked that maybe the universe was just trying to get me ready for bikini season. Maybe.

Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didnt’ learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful. -Buddha.

I have many things to be grateful for.  Here are some of the things on my list:

• My son, husband, family and the BC’s.
• Finding the neighbors from childhood on Facebook.
• Waking up today.
• Paper.
• Radio.
• Chicken Chili.
• The beans growing in our garden.
• Kale’s little sprint.
• Kale’s bare feet.
• Feeling sore because it means I’ve been active.
• Buttoning my work pants with no strain.
• New challenges.
• Art.
• Hearing Kale and his dad laughing together.
• Crafting.
• Clean teeth.
• Falling asleep on the sofa with my husband in the room.
• My husband sleeping in the same bed and letting me steal the covers without complaining all weekend.