Thursday, October 16, 2014
You Might Need To Check Your Blood Sugar Level After Reading This
The butterfly ginger is starting to bloom and what could be more beautiful, more fragrant? It is chilly this morning and I've made a big bowl of oat bran cereal with raisins and I am letting it cool. I have beans on, simmering for our supper tonight. I have a husband who left me little hearts drawn on the newspaper for me to find. I have woods and fields to walk in. I have four children who love each other and their parents. All of their parents. I have two beloved sons-in-law. I have two brilliant grandsons. I have one cat and I have thirteen chickens.
I live in my dream house.
I am on a good dose of a proper medication which means that although as a child I was raised in a house where everything (almost everything, at least) was a lie, a sham, a shame, a fear, I can now almost believe in the goodness of my own real life and function as such.
I have a good sense of humor and oh, what a good dancer I used to be!
Almost all of my problems are of the First-World variety, meaning, pfffft.
And the main one this morning is the transferring of old iPhone to new and my only care is that I save my pictures.
I think professionals must be utilized.
Or a fifth-grader.
Sorry to be so damn cheerful. Trust me- the crusty old curmudgeon with ridiculous fears and complaining shall return at some point. The whining, the existential angst, the despair. I feel certain they are all still just waiting for some butterfly to sip from an exotic flower somewhere far across the world, flutter its wings and change everything.
Meanwhile, though...here I am.