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I’m finally posting something on this blog which has become a repository of status updates. It’s New Year’s Eve, I’m sick, and there’s not much else to do besides be all philosophical and stuff. Pete thought about going out to kirtan, but decided not to hassle with the roads. So he’s taking a nap right now. The kids are out having fun, as they should be. Peter and Rachel are together (how cool is that?) and Giulia is at a UW hockey game.
Ludwig has been hanging out with me and doing a pretty good job avoiding all my used tissues.
So, 2010 was fun but now it’s almost over. What about 2011?
- Get my physical issues worked out, already. I’m taking iron and a megadose of vitamin D, and my thyroid dose was bumped up. I’ll have another blood test in about 3 weeks. I feel like I’m on my way, despite this virus making me feel like my sinuses are filled with balsa wood. (Related: Get the excess weight off.)
- Read some actual books. I read hundreds of online feeds, but I rarely sit down with actual paper anymore. Gotta fix that.
- Yoga. Meditation. It certainly can’t hurt anything.
- Celebrate the 25th wedding anniversary. Make it awesome, creative, and don’t break the bank.
- Ride my bike. I’d like to say “2011 miles in 2011,” but that might be setting myself up for failure. I only have a 2-mile commute to work.
- Finish my knitted blankets. Lizard Ridge and Mitered Squares. All I need to do with one of them is sew stuff together, but it’s languished since around 2006.
It’s a start, anyway. And I did manage to wear a skirt every day of 2010, so I know I have the ability to follow through.
eah. The site is a victim of social networking. I have fallen for the allure and ease of 140 characters and instant updates. My writing chops are mutton chops. Blah blah and all of that, and more.
So, in the interest of connection, I’m posting some links that are far more reliable for affirming my continued existence. (On this particular plane, anyway.)
Besides Twitter, Facebook and Flickr, I also have two tumblelogs:
If you are on Ravelry.com, look me up. I’m iheartyarn, because — as you probably know — I do heart the yarn.
Amused by the subject lines in my spam box.
- Potion for agressive banging!
- The bigger the tool in your pants is, the bigger man you feel.
- With a bigger tool you can break not only hearts but also splits.
- conjured up! fly to Uzeda, if you would save my very reason.
- You need more blood to make your penis bigger?
- Your social status will grow with a more serious watch.
By “watch,” I’m assuming they mean “penis.”
I’ve been in the biggest blogging slump ever. Ever. I think Facebook and Twitter are to blame. It’s so much easier to post 140 characters, and I get way more feedback there than I do here. My knits are on Ravelry and Flickr. And most of all, I feel like I can’t really say much about my kids, as they are teenagers and VERY PRIVATE about things.
Really, the whole reason I started writing online back in 2003 (or whenever it was… this isn’t my first blog, but most of my stuff is here) was to have some sort of journal for myself. I’ve been that kind of person on and off for my whole life. Somewhere I have stored a collection of half finished paper diaries and blank books. Scrapbooking filled that need for me, too, until I got so far behind on my pictures that I kind of gave up.
I’m in limbo about My Perky World, I guess. I do have a lifetime hosting agreement, so it doesn’t cost much to keep this stuff out there. What do you think? Who here isn’t already my Facebook friend?
Obstacles are a natural part of life, just as boulders are a natural part of the course of a river. The river does not complain or get depressed because there are boulders in its path. — The *I Ching.*
Hey, I lasted a fairly long time with the NaBloPoMo this year. So things got a little hectic these past few days. There’s always the puppycam.
Moon has the idea that she wants to go see Hamlet this evening because her work schedule and so forth means tonight might be her only chance before it closes on the 29th. I’m game, but our one-car situation means that Pete would have to feel benevolent as well. We shall see.
Yesterday was pretty fun, especially watching Moon play “Beast and the Harlot” at master class. She was good! We had dinner out, which might have set the stage for what happened later on. I ate food that I normally wouldn’t have had. (Onion rings, chili.)
I took my medication with water, which isn’t recommended but I figured my stomach was still pretty full from before. And I had trouble falling asleep, Sometime early in the night, I started feeling very nauseated, and thought I was going to throw up. So I dashed into the bathroom, but nothing happened except for a horrible sense that the walls were moving. I made my way back to bed, but collapsed on the floor as I was trying to climb in. Pete awoke with a start. First I told him I needed help, then that I didn’t need help. (I guess I was a little loopy. He thinks I was sleepwalking, but I remember everything.)
I didn’t sleep very well after that, and neither did he. I feel bad that what happened affected his sleep. I guess he thought I was going to fall out of bed or get up and wander around. Tonight I’ll be sure to eat or drink something with my medication. What a lesson! You’d think I hadn’t done this before.
I had trouble falling asleep last night (excited!) and today I’m paying the price a bit. Sleep deprivation tends to increase my anxiety. My mind has also been playing the “what if” game … as in, what if the medication doesn’t work this time? What if I always have this constant background hum of fear and dread? What if my body chemistry has changed?
Blech. Good thing the country at large is heading in a direction I can get behind. It’s nice to have one less thing on my worry plate.
Also, McCain’s speech last night? Wonderful. Not so great were the catcalls and boos from the crowd when Obama’s name was mentioned. The crowd in Chicago, large as it was, seemed to behave with far more class and decorum.
(And how cute are those Obama girls? I’m excited they’re getting a puppy… wouldn’t it be awesome if they picked out a shelter dog?)
I reached the doc’s office, and I have an appointment for Thursday around noon. Yahoo. At least I don’t have to wait until next week. Just knowing that I’ll get to talk about my current state with my designated professional makes me feel a little better.
This morning, I tried out my new swim goggles. I can’t believe I’ve been attempting laps all this time without them. Much easier to focus on movement and breathing when you aren’t constantly opening and closing your eyes. Less banging into the side of the pool, too. It’s a win-win!
Speaking of which, I’m glad I voted early. At the time, an hour seemed like a long time to wait… but I’m hearing stories about people being in line for 3 hours or more. Very curious to see what the polling places look like tomorrow. Will we really know the outcome before the day is out?
I’ve been quiet on the outside, but the ol’ brain is churning away as usual. Just wanted to pop in and acknowledge that it’s Halloween, even though our neighborhood celebrated last Sunday and we’ll have nary a trick-or-treater at the door tonight.
Tomorrow begins NaBloPoMo, and I’ve signed up. The topic is wide open, so maybe this time I won’t fail miserably. If all else fails, I have lots of fibery activities going on. Aside from the knitting, I’m crocheting an afghan, and I did some horrible embroidery. (Dr. Horrible. Although it was probably aesthetically horrible as well.)
It was snowing at noon today. Snowing.
It’s still October, right?
“Bridges! Cross them! At the appropriate time! Must remember this.” — mimi smartypants
I’ve been meaning to share this for a while. More here.
Things I Learned as a Kid
Funny! Just added this blog to my reading list.
“A happy life is just a string of happy moments.
But most people don’t allow the happy moment
because they are so busy trying to get a happy life.”
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So, about a week and a half ago, I ran out of the psych meds. Usually it’s no problem to get a refill approved, but this time it had been a whole year since I had been to see the shrink man in person. Seriously, where does the time go? Anyway, by the time I found out it wasn’t approved, I had been off for almost three days and already endured the headache and nausea. After serious thought I decided to not get the refill. I’ll still go see the shrink man, but I want to wait a few weeks to see how things go.
Right now the worst part is that I tend to get dizzy periodically. Mainly at night. Otherwise it’s not bad. The anxiety itself is fine, although part of me is worried that I’m going to get depressed. Weird, eh? My best weapon for keeping on an even keel is physical activity.
Coincidentally, the non-refilled prescription happened a few days after I re-joined the Y. I’ve been there 9 times in the past 11 days. I’m in terrible shape, but that’s okay as long as I keep moving. I alternate between swimming, where I gamely try to keep up with the 70-year-olds in the next lanes, and using the elliptical trainer, which makes me sweat a lot.
In other news, I have shorter hair. I’m knitting Cassidy. I have a new bag and another bag to go inside it.