From Greenland to the Tropics in Everyday Ramblings

The mimosas are still blooming. I think of them as tropical and it feels mighty tropical out there right about now. We had rain a fair amount of the day that didn’t appear in the forecast until it appeared in the sky.

So I ended up getting wet walking home from church. In my sandals.

I haven’t been to church all summer. Here in caregiver isolation I had been using my Sunday mornings to sleep in a bit and rest from the stress of work and all this medical falderal.

But as we move towards fall I am thinking more and more about my need for companionship and community and so as I walked up to the church this morning and saw one of my most favorite people in the whole world, who spans both my church life and my poetry life I was so happy. I sat with her and her husband and that was great fun. Church was just generally funny and warm and good. I am grateful to have this grounding, this place for odd ducks like me to find community.

We had a singer songwriter who hails from, of all places, Greenland with us with this great voice and this wondrous sweetness.

Tomorrow, as I am on vacation, I’ll be able to go to our last summer Women’s Circle, which will be at my friend S’s house. I am looking forward to seeing everyone. A little nervous about my rusty social skills but we’ll have a topic as well as a potluck.

“Your personality’s biggest strength and smallest weakness.”

Hmmm. Right now I would say that it is my fierce determined love of life. In all it’s myriad; forms but particularly… feline. :)

The medication schedule I am following with my two as well as dealing with keeping my own stitched up wound clean is pretty darn intense. On a normal day, four drugs between the cats first thing when I get up and now a needle in one or the other of them everyday. It is a lot to deal with. But the rewards are great.

Stella is being a goof ball. Very affectionate and in her own way accommodating and Sam has his continued moments of brat-i-ness.

My cat sitter did a great job with all of us yesterday. We got all of Sam’s nails clipped with nary a nip and I had help changing my dressing two days in a row. The swelling is finally going down and the surgery site it is almost not painful at all anymore. Yippee!

I admit it though; I am one tired puppy. Going for the elusive Pegasus badge on 750 Words I have almost passed out the last few afternoons sitting still and writing there. Napping has been a boon. Both days this weekend I have napped.

I finished reading, in e-book form, The Likeness by Tana French. The second in the Dublin Murder Squad series. This one is all about layers and layers of hidden identity and while just like in the first book she solves one mystery but leaves another hanging, this one has the romantic notion of five English graduate students at Trinity living in an old family mansion outside of Dublin that they are fixing up and the appeal of a close knit group of friends.

It is long and convoluted and terrifying and wonderful.

Now I am reading (in actual hold in your hand book form) Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson. Kes’s book club read it and had the liveliest discussion they have ever had about a book so I am interested…

At some point this week we are all going for a long bike ride but the rest of the week is about provisioning (medical supplies) and resting.

May the goddesses be with you. :) I just have a feeling they are paying some loving attention to me.