Happy Trails!
My sis pulled out about 45 minutes ago on the Super Shuttle, heading home to Chicago. We had a great time while she was here, and I'll really miss her now that she's gone.
I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend. I realized last night that I've overdone the last couple of days, which is just silly really because the "doing" was nothing more than leaving the house and moving small distances. But I'm really feeling it. So I guess maybe I should respect the line of staples I have in my belly and simply chill.
It's just that I feel pretty good when I'm sitting still. :-)
Wednesday night, I took my sis to a restaurant near my house she enjoys as a thank-you gift. It serves high-end comfort food and creative cocktails (callistosh65 can attest to my love of cocktails). Sadly, I wasn't able to indulge in any libations because of the meds. K had something called a Winter Martini that I took a sip of. It was delish!
It was funny, though. We parked maybe three or four storefronts away, a nothing walk under normal circumstances. Man--it was work getting there. I was barely moving and afterward I felt pretty damned sore. K was in back of me the whole way, murmuring things like, "I see it on the horizon. It's like a mirage!" And, "I'm really hungry--do you think maybe I should call our order in from out here so it's ready when we finally get to the table?" For my part, I held my gut (quite literally), gasped, and squeaked out, "Shut up! Quit making me laugh! Quit making me laugh!"
It was fun, if painful.
Yesterday was more of the same. We wandered to my next door neighbor's for dinner. They were lovely and had all ready for me the "invalid chair." We stayed a couple of hours and enjoyed great conversation and food. When we headed out, I said to K, "Man, I almost wish we'd driven here." It was hard in ways I hadn't really expected!
After dinner, while we watched Love Actually (cut to shreds by Lifetime, but what are you gonna do?), I bitched and whined, and complained about the throbbing in my belly. "It's my ovary. That isn't there any more. My phantom ovary!" And tried not to laugh anymore than was absolutely necessary.
So this weekend is all about doing nothing. I seem to be fine as long as I'm no more ambitious than that.
And speaking of ambition (it's a weak segue, but remember I'm medicated)--I'm very pleased to announce that Fee Da Da Dee has been very graciously recognized by a couple of vid competitions. I wish I was cooler about these kinds of things, and didn't get as excited as I do. And really, I do know that any kind of subjective competition is a crap shoot because in the end there are so many strong vids out there. But the Creative Junkyard Awards gave it a Special Mention and Driver Picks the Music, which has been more than generous to my vids over the past couple of years, named it a runner-up for Best Drama and Wolfpup's Choice (Wolfpup and Brighette being the two talented vidders who run the awards). So thank you, one and all!
Everyone have a good long weekend!!!
I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend. I realized last night that I've overdone the last couple of days, which is just silly really because the "doing" was nothing more than leaving the house and moving small distances. But I'm really feeling it. So I guess maybe I should respect the line of staples I have in my belly and simply chill.
It's just that I feel pretty good when I'm sitting still. :-)
Wednesday night, I took my sis to a restaurant near my house she enjoys as a thank-you gift. It serves high-end comfort food and creative cocktails (callistosh65 can attest to my love of cocktails). Sadly, I wasn't able to indulge in any libations because of the meds. K had something called a Winter Martini that I took a sip of. It was delish!
It was funny, though. We parked maybe three or four storefronts away, a nothing walk under normal circumstances. Man--it was work getting there. I was barely moving and afterward I felt pretty damned sore. K was in back of me the whole way, murmuring things like, "I see it on the horizon. It's like a mirage!" And, "I'm really hungry--do you think maybe I should call our order in from out here so it's ready when we finally get to the table?" For my part, I held my gut (quite literally), gasped, and squeaked out, "Shut up! Quit making me laugh! Quit making me laugh!"
It was fun, if painful.
Yesterday was more of the same. We wandered to my next door neighbor's for dinner. They were lovely and had all ready for me the "invalid chair." We stayed a couple of hours and enjoyed great conversation and food. When we headed out, I said to K, "Man, I almost wish we'd driven here." It was hard in ways I hadn't really expected!
After dinner, while we watched Love Actually (cut to shreds by Lifetime, but what are you gonna do?), I bitched and whined, and complained about the throbbing in my belly. "It's my ovary. That isn't there any more. My phantom ovary!" And tried not to laugh anymore than was absolutely necessary.
So this weekend is all about doing nothing. I seem to be fine as long as I'm no more ambitious than that.
And speaking of ambition (it's a weak segue, but remember I'm medicated)--I'm very pleased to announce that Fee Da Da Dee has been very graciously recognized by a couple of vid competitions. I wish I was cooler about these kinds of things, and didn't get as excited as I do. And really, I do know that any kind of subjective competition is a crap shoot because in the end there are so many strong vids out there. But the Creative Junkyard Awards gave it a Special Mention and Driver Picks the Music, which has been more than generous to my vids over the past couple of years, named it a runner-up for Best Drama and Wolfpup's Choice (Wolfpup and Brighette being the two talented vidders who run the awards). So thank you, one and all!
Everyone have a good long weekend!!!