Thursday, November 29, 2007
Right after my first hospital stay last year, I purchased a scale. After seeing my weight fluctuate from a forty-pound gain to a forty-pound loss in six days, I was understandably concerned about such things. It is a no-frills lump of metal and plastic that mainly collects dust, but we convene from time to time. I suppose over the last several months of infrequent visits, we've grown fonder of one another.
I don't find myself challenging the scale ("You're WRONG! WRONG, I SAY!"), and in return it keeps the wisecracks to a minimum. But lately!—lately, I step on the scale and all it says is "Lo". Sure, I could step off and step back on to get a numerical reading, but I'm satisfied with the first answer, so why bother? I find this a very pleasant scale indeed, and hope we have a very long life together ahead of us.
Friday, November 23, 2007
The blanket of snow glitters like diamonds in the morning sun, and our home carries the spicy aroma of Wednesday's Chex Mix and the more-subtle fragrance of sugar cookies. The golden rays of light streak through the windows and paint the side of my face in glorious heat.
I am alone this day. I feel the absurd need to smile. The biggest, brightest, face-cramping grin I can muster. It feels so good to feel so absolutely happy for no reason at all. I am not smiling because someone is watching, I am not smiling to convince anyone that I really am doing okay. Spooking Sophie who sits with eyes closed in a band of sunlight, I sing loudly and off-key, "IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIIIIIIME!—OF THE YEAR!"
I yearn for the warm glow of white Christmas lights and the intermingling of scents of cinnamon and evergreen. I want to feel bundled up in my memories and my hopes, and I want to tell my loved ones how dear they are to me. Last year was a hard Christmas. It was my first without the woman who made them so precious to me.
Hot cocoa with candy canes, mulled apple cider with cinnamon sticks, dancing candle flames, Mannheim Steamroller, and It's a Wonderful Life. Champagne flutes with metallic ornaments in the hutch, twinkling boughs around the doorway, life bathed in a wash of amber light, warm fuzzy blankets, and stories of yore. This is the most wonderful time of the year, and this year I tend to do it justice.
Happy Holidays! Blessings to you and yours!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Once upon a time, I changed my site design monthly—the current is just about two years old. The thought of going through the creative process, spending hours in HTML, and finding that one style in my CSS that still looks wonky with the new color scheme seems daunting. Designing was my late night activity, and I loved the high that it gave me.
I used to be a quilter, and recently acquired one that I had a hand in making for my grandmother in 1999. I would gladly spend an entire day cutting squares and patching them together. I had my stint in baking—from scratch—but as Nick so woefully points out, those days are over too.
I used to be a true child of the Internet age and have all of the instant messaging programs and post regularly on forums. Now? I use a computer for work and school. I am computered out for play.
I found myself wondering at my current phase of interest. What do I do to unwind? Honestly, I slump on the couch to a CSI rerun and let my brain turn off. Wow. Go me.
Monday, November 19, 2007
I begin my next block of classes today, and among them is a science class. I was twitchy and stressed out last night as I reviewed the course syllabus. Science is my poorest subject, easily. I voiced my concerns aloud and Nick replied, "What grade do you have to get to get reimbursement?" I replied that I needed a "C" or better. "Aim for a C." And with that, he turned back to the television.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
I'm tired, folks. The last week of my first session with school begins tomorrow, and I have scheduled a day off from work to tackle my final projects. Next weekend, we are going to Minnesota with Nick's parents to catch the Badger game and the week after that is Thanksgiving already.
Sophie is a constant source of joy when she's not being a booger, and I am so happy that we wound up with a lap cat after all. I had my doubts. She seemed like the standoffish sort...but I suppose that if you were brought up with your mother teaching you that humans were scary-bad, and then you were discarded at some farmer's barn, and then taken to a foster home where you were quickly given away to people who took you home only to take you to the vet to be "altered"...well, I guess I would have been standoffish too.
We went to the Badger game yesterday, the last home game of the season. It was a chilly day, and my car said it was 28° as we pulled out of the driveway. I was dressed in two pairs of long underwear, a long sleeved tee shirt, and a sweatshirt beneath my winter jacket. We were back in the car eight hours later after one of the most satisfying games I have ever watched.
My father wants me to go over to Grandma's condo at 10:00 this morning. She has decided to stay in assisted living, so they are clearing out her condo and he wants me to walk through and take anything that I might want. I don't want to. It feels wrong. She's just down the street. I do not want to take her things as if she is no longer around. It has been a sad situation from the start—Grandma simply gave up. There was no reason that she couldn't regain her strength and live independently again except that she didn't want to. So, grudgingly, I will drive over in a few hours.
I was not in the mood to watch ESPN with Nick after an entire day engrossed in live football, so I traipsed upstairs to look at the movies that I had saved from the old collection. I couldn't. Sound of Music choked me up, The Love Letter had my lower lip quivering. I stroked The Magic of Ordinary Days and remembered watching it on television with Mom, and her immediate desire to own such a lovely movie. I have been thinking for awhile that I need to get my copies of the Anne movies back from my cousin, but who knows if I'll ever be able to watch them again. These movies that I loved, I loved them because I had someone to share them with.
Well, coffee is done and I have an assignment to complete before I head over to to condo. If this post reads anything as scattered as my own mind is these days, good luck making sense of it all.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Sophie handled her first Halloween here reasonably well. She foraged through the candy and looked longingly at the crowds of little witches and ghouls. Nick patted her head and told her, "You're too young this year. Maybe next year you can dress up and go trick-or-treating at Grandma and Grandpa's."
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