Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Events Both Historical And Not
The red passion flower is having its year, finally, after growing on the fence for at least four years. I think. Who knows? Not me.
I was woken sweetly this morning early by a man kissing me good-bye. He is off again, this time to Tennessee to hang out with old high school buddies although he is taking a southern detour to go over to the coast to buy seafood to take with him. Feasting is involved in these gatherings and he is the Florida guy. I asked him what all they're going to be doing up in Tennessee and as one might expect, hunting will be involved as well as the feasting.
So. It's me and the chickens and the cats once again and I'm itching like crazy but hey! No problem! I've taken that Ativan and expect things to mellow out here in a few minutes. I suppose I'll take a walk. I have quite a few things that I should do in town but I just...ugh.
And speaking of ugh, breakfast.
I can't seem to figure out what to eat any more. I feel like I can't eat and then all of a sudden I'm starving and yet I still can't figure out what I want to eat and if I could get away with it, I'd probably subsist on one Publix Cuban sandwich a day but that would hardly provide the necessary nutrients for healthy living. So I guess I might as well go make a bowl of oat bran cereal which I don't especially like but who cares? I'll feel as if I've at least tried and god knows I have enough lemon baked chicken to last me through the weekend. Do you realize I don't even go to the library anymore? Since I've learned to download books to listen to from my phone and have been reading nothing with my eyes but Larry McMurtry novels which I had a goodly stash of, there's no need. I started my fourth one last night since the election. Or is it the fifth?
Again- who knows? Not me.
Am I whining again? I'm sorry. I don't mean to. To be honest, I'm quite happy with my chickens and cats and Larry McMurtry novels and I have my embroidery and when I'm done with that I'll find something else to do with my hands and yesterday I even cleaned the fancy newel post on the stairway although I'm not sure why. No one in this world would ever notice that.
I've been sitting here so long writing/not-writing that the Ativan has kicked in and the itching is going away and I guess that right now at this time in my life my main objective is simply to deal with this very, very simple life of mine with as much wellness as I can. To be still if I need to be still, to be busy if I need to be busy, to read whatever it is I need to read with my eyes and with my ears, to be available to my children if they need me, to take care of what is right in front of me, to be grateful for comfort and for ease, to notice the red passion flowers until Friday's frost nips them all, to pick greens for my neighbors, to try and remember to eat some fruit now and then.
And, you know- watch things like this on Youtube.
Say what you will about 2016, it was the year that an American president went to Cuba, the Rolling Stones went to Cuba, and I went to Cuba with my Lis.
And then Castro died.
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Itching? And has the Ativan affected your appetite? Clearly I am behind on things here...anyway, I'm glad for that passion flower, which is spectacular!ReplyDelete
The anxiety causes the itching. And also, the lack of appetite.Delete
As soon as Satan got elected the first thing I said to my son was Thank God Mary went to Cuba my honest first reaction. I have never seen a passion flower in the meat world. It's spectacular. I love watching the world through your eyes Mary and I love you.ReplyDelete
I forgot how to spell my own damned name.Delete
The purple passion flowers are ever-more otherworldly but the red ones are such a glorious thing too, aren't they?Delete
I love watching the world through your eyes too, Rebeccw/Rebecca. And I love you.
ps. Ativan always upsets my stomach. XOReplyDelete
It doesn't seem to upset mine. I'm just not very hungry.Delete
Is the new medication making you itch I wonder? The Passion flower is beautiful. I hope you rest and read and work on Gibson's quilt and rub the cats and just be.ReplyDelete
I was itching before the medications so I don't think so. This just happens.Delete