'tis the season
Yay for four day weekends! Chas is on his way down here, and I'm doing dishes and whatnot. Did some grocery shopping this morning, too.
When we first started contemplating my Grandmother's graveside service, my mother and I were thinking April would be a nice time. It's around the time of her birthday, and also around the time when we buried my Grandfather so many years ago. Got an e-mail from my father yesterday and apparently the current thinking is that we should do this in January. Terror gripped my heart when I considered flying into Ohio in the midst of the winter. I feel quite certain that Grandma doesn't want me to die in a fiery plane crash because of ice on the wings or snow on the runway. But, as others have reminded me, this isn't about me. I keep reminding those others that Grandma wouldn't have wanted to fly in or out of Ohio in the winter, either.
Still, this isn't about me. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the family will settle on a spring-like date for the graveside ceremony. If we do this in January, I will definitely have to refill my prescription of Valium to help me keep it all together. And, I'll probably have to purchase some serious cold-weather attire, as I have nothing suitable for Ohio in the winter. The last time I flew into Ohio during the wintery season, it was not a pleasant thing. Plus, my father's thinking is that we'll fly into Ohio on a Friday, have the graveside service on Saturday morning, and fly back out on Sunday morning. SO not my idea of a good time. Then again, this is supposedly NOT about me.
Anyway. I'm almost ready for Christmas. I still have to wrap gifts for my family, but I think I've got everything covered. I told Chas I wasn't getting him a Christmas present, and I didn't expect one from him, either. After all, things are just now new again, and once it occurred to me that we might have to exchange gifts, it was too late to find something appropriate. Unless you count the bananas and the instant oatmeal I got for him at the grocery this morning.
I haven't been sleeping well at all lately. Waking up at 3am consumed with paralyzing anxiety is not my idea of a good night's sleep. I finally got fed up with this and put in a few calls to my healthcare providers, but haven't heard back from them yet. So, I'll just keep on doing what I'm doing. And try not to get overwhelmed.
Music helps. I know I've heard it before, but for some reason, "Fire and Rain" by James Taylor has suddenly reappeared on my musical landscape. As if for the first time. And I'm loving it, in a bittersweet and beautiful sort of way.
And, has anyone else tried "Batter Blaster"? It's available in the milk/orange juice/eggs/butter section of my local grocery. Whoever thought to put waffle/pancake batter into a cheeze-whiz style can/dispenser was a freakin' genius. Plus, it's organic! And you just know that anything organic has GOT to be awesome and amazing for you. Plus, it's just fun to turn the can upside down and dispense (cheeze-whiz style) the perfect amount of pancake batter and have pancakes with hardly any muss, and certainly NO FUSS. I'm all about the no-fuss, these days.
When we first started contemplating my Grandmother's graveside service, my mother and I were thinking April would be a nice time. It's around the time of her birthday, and also around the time when we buried my Grandfather so many years ago. Got an e-mail from my father yesterday and apparently the current thinking is that we should do this in January. Terror gripped my heart when I considered flying into Ohio in the midst of the winter. I feel quite certain that Grandma doesn't want me to die in a fiery plane crash because of ice on the wings or snow on the runway. But, as others have reminded me, this isn't about me. I keep reminding those others that Grandma wouldn't have wanted to fly in or out of Ohio in the winter, either.
Still, this isn't about me. But I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the family will settle on a spring-like date for the graveside ceremony. If we do this in January, I will definitely have to refill my prescription of Valium to help me keep it all together. And, I'll probably have to purchase some serious cold-weather attire, as I have nothing suitable for Ohio in the winter. The last time I flew into Ohio during the wintery season, it was not a pleasant thing. Plus, my father's thinking is that we'll fly into Ohio on a Friday, have the graveside service on Saturday morning, and fly back out on Sunday morning. SO not my idea of a good time. Then again, this is supposedly NOT about me.
Anyway. I'm almost ready for Christmas. I still have to wrap gifts for my family, but I think I've got everything covered. I told Chas I wasn't getting him a Christmas present, and I didn't expect one from him, either. After all, things are just now new again, and once it occurred to me that we might have to exchange gifts, it was too late to find something appropriate. Unless you count the bananas and the instant oatmeal I got for him at the grocery this morning.
I haven't been sleeping well at all lately. Waking up at 3am consumed with paralyzing anxiety is not my idea of a good night's sleep. I finally got fed up with this and put in a few calls to my healthcare providers, but haven't heard back from them yet. So, I'll just keep on doing what I'm doing. And try not to get overwhelmed.
Music helps. I know I've heard it before, but for some reason, "Fire and Rain" by James Taylor has suddenly reappeared on my musical landscape. As if for the first time. And I'm loving it, in a bittersweet and beautiful sort of way.
And, has anyone else tried "Batter Blaster"? It's available in the milk/orange juice/eggs/butter section of my local grocery. Whoever thought to put waffle/pancake batter into a cheeze-whiz style can/dispenser was a freakin' genius. Plus, it's organic! And you just know that anything organic has GOT to be awesome and amazing for you. Plus, it's just fun to turn the can upside down and dispense (cheeze-whiz style) the perfect amount of pancake batter and have pancakes with hardly any muss, and certainly NO FUSS. I'm all about the no-fuss, these days.