Crawling Toward Wellness in Still Listening to Spirit

Need to write myself an entry, can’t keep track very well if I never write. I’m sitting in front of Saturday Night Live. I must be getting old. Even though I keep up with current events, I find very little other than the news funny. When it first started, back in the olden days, I would laugh and enjoy dang near every minute of it. Now I love most of the news and lots of the beginnings, but … must be past the age to ‘get’ it. Or maybe it just isn’t as funny now.

Weather is definitely in the deep freeze these past few days. Real temp in the 20’s with 35 to 40 mph winds. A bit of snow before it got really cold is icy and treacherous underfoot.

I went to the Fiber Arts Show at the White Pass railroad depot. Name changed this year from Quilt Show because so many are branching out into other pursuits. There was knitting, crocheting, weaving, quilts, really lots of talent here in our town. There weren’t as many contributors this year quilt wise.

And, I have a bit of hurt feelings as there was another Brown Bag challenge, there were 5 completed entries, but neither Madame nor me were told of it. Sad. Really feeling left out–more than usual.

Pain is lessening mostly manageable with ibuprofen. Appetite still bad but have been drinking Insure and Instant Breakfast mixed with milk to keep things working. I had half a tuna fish salad sandwich today. Couldn’t eat the whole sandwich, but the dogs helped me make sure it was all eaten, every crumb.

Madame hit a bottom this week with pain, did I write of this already. She was suicidal and confessed same to Greg, asking him to hide the guns and heavy narcotic meds she has but doesn’t take regularly. She and I talked about it Monday, the weekend was brutal for her. She said she cried for 10 hours on Sunday. Didn’t call because she couldn’t share while she was in the midst of this.

We talked and talked Monday, getting most of it out of our systems and making a bit of jokery too. I do not try to comfort myself or minimize my troubles by telling myself that she and others are in constant chronic pain while I will get over mine. Negative gratitude isn’t comforting an it begins with “I shouldn’t feel this way because so-and-so suffers....”

Bandit Kitty has rediscovered what I call a cat roundy-round. One of those toys that has a ball trapped in a circle of plastic with openings all over to reach in and play with the ball. He gets SO involved in it, almost obsessed. Better than television that’s for sure.

I ordered 2 nightgowns, a light flannel each and bright colors, long in length and long sleeves without elastic in the cuffs. I used the last of the gift certificate Traci got for me last Christmas.

That’s it. I have been thinking a lot about all of you lately. Dreaming of visiting, or being visited. Lovely way to pass some time.

Blessed be!