Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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A week full of highs and lows.


Spent last Saturday at an indoor water-park in Dundee, MI celebrating my grandsons 6th birthday.  I get such a kick out of watching the two kids together.  They will just spontaneously hug, for no reason.  None of my sibs and I were that close.  You only touched each other if you had to.

Needless to say, I spent half of Sun, all Mon. and most of Tues. in a viral induced coma, only interrupted by the repeated and prolonged runs to the bathroom combined with the grasping of the trash can like a lifesaver.  I feel like I have Rubber made stamped on my forehead.  I just can’t be around large groups of people anymore.  Every time I do I get sick.  Even grocery shopping I catch the flu.

After taking the usual three days to recover.  You know the days you mope around trying to connect head, stomach and legs all together again.  It was during that time frame when the neuropathy kicked into high gear.  I can’t sleep at night because of it and I’m useless during the day cause I can’t sleep at night.  It’s a catch 22 made in hell.  I’m going to up-dose on my Vicodin tonight to see if it helps at all.  I’m running on false energy today and tomorrow is Easter Sunday and we will be spending it with Tom, Carla and the girls.  The baby girls will be there too so I know I’m gonna be down again next week.  But to get to spend time with babies is so worth it.

And now for the high of the year, for me at least.  I did something today that I never in a million years thought I would ever do.  I spent more money on two concert tickets then I used to make in a two-week pay period.  But what tickets.  I got to score, thanks to my loving and very understanding of my love of rock husband, tickets to P!NK.  And not just any tickets, main floor section C, row 6 on the inside isle tickets.  Platinum club seats.  I can’t wait till November.  Joe knew how bummed I was that I missed the tickets for her show in April, when I asked he didn’t bat an eye.   I  get to see her P!NKness herself and that is so worth it.  So I’ll give up some crap I wanted done in the backyard this year, so what, I’m going to see P!NK.  Um, did I tell you I scored prime tickets to P!NK, the rock goddess and legend?

OK, I’m off for a hot soak and bed.  It’s been a day it has been.  Good night to all, safe dreams.

There are many words that roll off your tongue…


Words like: Cupola, Pergola, Begonia, and Ennui.

en·nui

[ahn-wee, ahn-wee; French ahn-nwee]  Show IPA

noun

a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom

 

I’ve been feeling this nagging sense of ennui for the past two weeks.  Ever since I burned my hand torching last Tuesday and I haven’t been able to play with flame or to do much at all.  In case I forgot to tell you guys or update my blog lately, but I put my hand into my torch last Tuesday.   No, it wasn’t some tribal ritual, or ancient rite of passage, just me torching and not keeping focused on the flame.  It was almost as if I forgot the flame was there and stuck my hand right into it.  I got the base of my right thumb pretty badly.  It didn’t even blister, just kinda cooked in one spot.  New skin is finally coming in, but it still smarts.

I am so tired of this period between winter and spring, it’s too cold to go outside, but everything is blooming and the snow is almost gone, but what’s left is a mud puddle.

At least the gardening catalogs are coming in on schedule.  I’m hoping to put in a few raised beds this year so I can garden more.  My five-year plan is to have a “no-mow” yard with the pool and the gazebo (another good word) and plants and flowers everywhere else.  I would love to naturalize with easy to care for indigenous plantings.  Lots of Bee balm and butterfly bushes, but tons of veggies too.  Enough to can and put up for next winter.  I love canning fresh  foods.

I’m off now to soak my hand.  It’s a good thing that I went to the lavender festival last fall, and it’s a really good thing that I got ambitious and made lavender oil last month, and it was even  more advantageous that the finished bottle of lavender oil was in the basement when the burn occurred.  Kept it from becoming a festering mess, I’m convinced of it.

Have a lovely day my friends.  I can’t believe my grandson is six today.  Happy Bearthday Harp.  Gram-ma B loves you to the moon and back, twice.

CT results yesterday, Cancer free for another three!!!


Months that is… but I’ll take every one of those months and cherish them like the shining coins that they are.

And that’s all I have to say for today.

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