THOUGHTS ON TODAY
1. I am not blogging enough. So many things are happening that I cannot distill into words. I say "that's OK, they are in my memory" but I am 66 years old and not sure how much longer that memory will be there. Plus, the fact that others cannot share my memory (would they really want to?). So here I am writing about thoughts and not happenings.
2. The last few weeks have been very busy. Usually my life is fairly dull and uneventful. There were times when I would go out of the house only once or twice a week and would often go four or five days without leaving (except to go to the mail box when I lived in GV.) Recently long car trips (for rather minor events) have become the norm. Drive two hours to take a picture of a tombstone. Drive four hours to attend a party for an hour and a half. Drive seven hours to go to a picnic with people you don't know. Perhaps I should have my butt glued to the car seat.
3. I really cannot walk very far or very well. It is getting embarrassing. Curbs, steps and thresholds are my enemies. If you stand there someone usually offers you a hand, but I feel like a "crip" or a "gimp" which makes me appear much less interesting than I really am.
4. Dreams last night were very strange. Started dreaming I was writing a book which I really have been considering doing for a while. Then suddenly I was in the book. Random people from my life were there. There was a talking sponge (the square pants type.) All the enemies pulled off their skin to reveal they were aliens to which I responded "now my husband won't let me watch this anymore." I could see random pieces of my life reconfigured and reglued.
2. The last few weeks have been very busy. Usually my life is fairly dull and uneventful. There were times when I would go out of the house only once or twice a week and would often go four or five days without leaving (except to go to the mail box when I lived in GV.) Recently long car trips (for rather minor events) have become the norm. Drive two hours to take a picture of a tombstone. Drive four hours to attend a party for an hour and a half. Drive seven hours to go to a picnic with people you don't know. Perhaps I should have my butt glued to the car seat.
3. I really cannot walk very far or very well. It is getting embarrassing. Curbs, steps and thresholds are my enemies. If you stand there someone usually offers you a hand, but I feel like a "crip" or a "gimp" which makes me appear much less interesting than I really am.
4. Dreams last night were very strange. Started dreaming I was writing a book which I really have been considering doing for a while. Then suddenly I was in the book. Random people from my life were there. There was a talking sponge (the square pants type.) All the enemies pulled off their skin to reveal they were aliens to which I responded "now my husband won't let me watch this anymore." I could see random pieces of my life reconfigured and reglued.