09/09/01 - Let's see ... Hmmm ... Gee ... What can I say? ... Well, I can tell you I'm feeling pretty good. I'm fine. Back to my old self? Actually, no. However, that's the way it should be. I was starting to feel bad ... like why had I just been through such a good experience and for some reason I was feeling right back to what I was feeling before I started. But, that passed, and yes I am better, the changes happened and are for the good. I feel pretty fine.
I haven't made an entry here for a week though. It wasn't that I wasn't writing. Actually, I've been enjoying my writing and doing a lot of reading as well. I've read some great short stories this week, Edith Wharton and Charles Baxter ... Terrific! Also went to a street fair in the next town last Wednesday evening with The Child. It was a great outing, lots of fun. This weekend had just the right amount of chaos and quiet to make it delightful! I'm getting the hang of this hanging around the house stuff. I woke up Saturday morning and felt different, at peace with the world. Pris had wanted me to go out dancing with her that evening, but I was starting to feel like I really didn't want to. I called her and said I wasn't sure and she said it didn't matter cause she was going to go any way. That was cool, I didn't want to feel obligated. A chance to see a couple of other friends had come up too. I just didn't want to have set plans. Special thanks go out to the Kid, around 8 p.m. I stepped out for a while and a phone call from my office came in. Dear Bea, the other graveyard worker was having another of her "Saturday Night" migrain headaches. I found out later that my son informed the office that I was out for the night and didn't know how to reach me. Saved by The Kid, he owes me anyway. Maybe something will be done now. I can't be their safety net, I'm not paid enough.
Today found me at a garage sale. I don't do garage sales, but I was requested to stop by so I did. It was fun, I liked rummaging through someone else's junk. I liked watching the other people rummaging too. You can tell a lot about someone from the junk they choose as treasure. You could tell a lot about me too from the purchases I made. There was this beautiful large fan, very similar to one my mother had, that my father still has. I didn't have to buy it, it was given to me as a gift for a favor I had done. I did find a beautiful brass floor lamp, in perfect shape. It had room for two light bulbs and each bulb had it's own little chain to control it. I got it for $5. Sweet! Then there was the glass framed black and white photograph/poster of San Francisco. Got that for $1, also sweet! The best of all though ... two little beaded "hippie" purses. They really brought back memories, they were just my style. I felt there was some sort of story to them. I will probably just tuck them away, maybe not. Got the two of those together for $1. Wow, how cool.
See, things aren't too bad. Tomorrow evening I start bowling. You better believe I'll have stuff to write about that adventure. But, whatever the adventure, bring it on ... I may be a little more cautious, but I'm ready. |
