09.14.2012
My friend Scott has an 18 year old Truck. I don't know the details, it's just a big ol' blue pick up Truck. I like riding in it because it's high off the ground - I get a whole different perspective of the world I'm traveling through when I'm higher off the ground.
Sometimes he has troubles with his Truck. This part breaks, that part squeals, there's a mysterious fluid leaking out. Plus it eats gas like I eat Oatmeal Crunch Bars left out on the counter. The solution? Back Up Car. Having a Back Up Car makes sense when you have an 18 year old truck.
In the 2 years I've known Scott, he's bought and sold 3 different used vehicles to have as a Back Up Car for his truck. Unfortunately, these Back Up Cars sometimes need a Back Up Car of their own. Luckily he has a Nephew, the Mechanic, who has been happy to work on his Uncle's ailing vehicles.
About a month ago he was between Back Up Cars. He only had the Truck. And one morning, it would not start. Nope. Nothing. And he discovered that he'd finally reached the point (the age?) of being tired of dealing with old, tired vehicles.
So instead of cruising the posts on Craig's List, he researched the deals out there in New Car land. And one fine afternoon, he signed the lease papers on a brand new VW Passat! Stick Shift, silver, great gas mileage, HEATED SEATS! He loves this car. And at only 200 bucks a month for the lease, such a deal!
The truck sits patiently waiting for an outing to Menards, now serving the role as the Back Up Truck.
BUT there is a problem with this new, pristine rust-free car. It's beautiful! No Rust! Its a problem! Why? It won't fit in his tiny, 1940's size garage! My Kia Soul barely fits in his garage. Scott now fears Hail! Falling Tree Limbs! Snow! Salt! Ack!
So now we are investigating Storage Solutions for his car. What's the best way to go? A garage for sure! but that could cost at least 10k. Does he want to put that kind of money into the property at this point? What about a free standing vehicle shelter! Is it allowed in the city of Greenwood? Would the neighbors complain? Are there RULES??? And if he did put up a shelter for 1-2k, wouldn't it just be better to spend the 10k?
So off to Home Depot last night to see what we could see. And out in their parking lot, they've got Tuff Sheds! http://www.tuffshed.com/ And they build GARAGES! There's a BARN GARAGE with 2nd story dormers that would match his little white house very nicely.
But that's the current dilemma. What to do! what to do?
And whatever he does, he's gotta make up his mind fast because it's already the middle of September.
I wrote all that, just to say this. Last night, standing in one of the sample Tuff Sheds they have in the parking lot, the one with windows and a good smelling wood floor and joists, and a front porch... I could probably live in such a place, a Tiny House. As long as it had a good yard for me to step out into. http://tinyhouseblog.com/
I'd just have to get rid of a lot of stuff. I could do it. Maybe I can convince each of my boys to build me a tiny house in their back yards.
Wonder if I could convince Scott to live in a Tiny House with me?
:)
Friday, September 14, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
09.13.2012 Oh oh, I've been a slacker.
09.13.2012 Wow. It's been nearly 5 months since I last posted on April 24th. In that post I mostly fret about my mother. The very next day, during my commute home from work on the 25th, my sister called and said Mom was in the hospital, dying.
Sooo I flew to Sacramento, CA Thursday, the 26th. My mother's cancer had returned with a vengeance despite her chemotherapy, and her kidneys were shutting down. Given just hours to live, she was given the option to have shunts put into her kidneys, for draining purposes. This would give her time; only a few days, maybe a few weeks. But Time. We all opted for that. I told her I'd stay until the "game was over" and she could therefore die at home.
After a day or two in the hospital to get her stabilized, we took her home to her house and garden on Rose Garden Lane. The next few weeks were full of family and friends, laughter and hugs and crying. My brothers and sister came with their families and left and came back again. Mom's sisters came...Barb stayed until the end and beyond. Diane stayed as long as she could. My boys came with their girls for the Mother's Day Weekend and spent lots of time with her, talking and making her laugh.
It was a good time. I kept telling her to say what she wanted to say, to tell people what they meant to her, to say goodbye, to make sure this gift of time she was given was put to good use. And she did.
The house emptied out on Monday, May 14th. My Aunt Barb, my Son Sam and I were there with her, making her tea, keeping her comfortable. Aunt Barb sat with Mom until late Monday night. I have no idea what they talked about, or if they simply took comfort from being with each other.
Mom died at 6:45 am on Tuesday May 15th. It was not one of those peaceful ends you see in movies. She didn't just slip off, with a smile on her face. The cancer was ripping her up, and she died frightened. In fact, her last words were "I'm afraid." But she was not alone. Sam was kneeling on the bed behind her, patting her back. I was by her head, holding her hand. Barb was next to me, talking to Mom, telling her it was ok for her to go. And she did.
The next few weeks were spent going through the possessions of a lifetime, giving some away to friends, saving some for her family. We had a memorial at her home - her golf, mahjong and bunko buddies and her church friends came. Barb finally went home. One week later, Sam and I did too.
We drove south and then east through Arizona. Sam wanted to see the Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert. We met some cousins in Bethany, OK for the first time. And finally home on June 6. 2000 miles in five days.
My Dad died in September of 2007. He's been gone not quite 5 years. And now Mom is gone. It's very hard to deal with this, to BELIEVE it. The last year of his life I called him nearly every day on my drive home. After he died, I called Mom nearly every day. Since Mom died, I sometimes find myself frantically hitting the speed dial on my phone, calling my boys, calling my aunts, calling my Scott, trying to find someone home and available to talk to me. Sometimes I just cry.
But sometimes? I drive with the windows open and the radio on. I don't have to call anyone and I don't cry. I look forward to going home, hugging Scott, fixing supper, taking a bike ride. Sometimes a boy calls to check in and that makes me smile for hours.
I'm so happy Mom and I decided to take that Alaska trip last year in July. Oh sure, we got irritated with each other, but for the most part, we enjoyed each other. She had an older man flirt with her, and try for an on-board fling. I made her laugh until she'd beg me to stop.
I think about her a lot, trying to figure her out. She was the oldest of 3 daughters, a tomboy who loved to play golf, married at 19, to a 21 year old who was tall, klutzy and goofy. They were married in 1954 and stayed married. She was bossy and opinionated, never hesitated to let anyone know she thought they were being stupid and was surprised when they were upset. I was a married woman before she told me she loved me...and I think she only said something because I was moving 4 thousand miles away. She told me I'd done a good job raising my boys only a year or two ago, after decades of shaking her head at and questioning everything I did. It seemed that it was hard for her to show affection, but she was hurt when she wasn't given it easily.
The last 3 weeks of her life, she was amazing...we used laughter to get past the messy parts of being in hospice, a lot of dry humor, a lot of BLACK humor. She was a good sport, patient with my fumbling with her tubes and her bandages and her medicine. I washed her and we laughed at all my silly statements. She was grateful for each cup of tea and each bowl of farina I made her.
Despite her being such a frustrating woman, I miss her so much.
Sooo I flew to Sacramento, CA Thursday, the 26th. My mother's cancer had returned with a vengeance despite her chemotherapy, and her kidneys were shutting down. Given just hours to live, she was given the option to have shunts put into her kidneys, for draining purposes. This would give her time; only a few days, maybe a few weeks. But Time. We all opted for that. I told her I'd stay until the "game was over" and she could therefore die at home.
After a day or two in the hospital to get her stabilized, we took her home to her house and garden on Rose Garden Lane. The next few weeks were full of family and friends, laughter and hugs and crying. My brothers and sister came with their families and left and came back again. Mom's sisters came...Barb stayed until the end and beyond. Diane stayed as long as she could. My boys came with their girls for the Mother's Day Weekend and spent lots of time with her, talking and making her laugh.
It was a good time. I kept telling her to say what she wanted to say, to tell people what they meant to her, to say goodbye, to make sure this gift of time she was given was put to good use. And she did.
The house emptied out on Monday, May 14th. My Aunt Barb, my Son Sam and I were there with her, making her tea, keeping her comfortable. Aunt Barb sat with Mom until late Monday night. I have no idea what they talked about, or if they simply took comfort from being with each other.
Mom died at 6:45 am on Tuesday May 15th. It was not one of those peaceful ends you see in movies. She didn't just slip off, with a smile on her face. The cancer was ripping her up, and she died frightened. In fact, her last words were "I'm afraid." But she was not alone. Sam was kneeling on the bed behind her, patting her back. I was by her head, holding her hand. Barb was next to me, talking to Mom, telling her it was ok for her to go. And she did.
The next few weeks were spent going through the possessions of a lifetime, giving some away to friends, saving some for her family. We had a memorial at her home - her golf, mahjong and bunko buddies and her church friends came. Barb finally went home. One week later, Sam and I did too.
We drove south and then east through Arizona. Sam wanted to see the Petrified Forest and the Painted Desert. We met some cousins in Bethany, OK for the first time. And finally home on June 6. 2000 miles in five days.
My Dad died in September of 2007. He's been gone not quite 5 years. And now Mom is gone. It's very hard to deal with this, to BELIEVE it. The last year of his life I called him nearly every day on my drive home. After he died, I called Mom nearly every day. Since Mom died, I sometimes find myself frantically hitting the speed dial on my phone, calling my boys, calling my aunts, calling my Scott, trying to find someone home and available to talk to me. Sometimes I just cry.
But sometimes? I drive with the windows open and the radio on. I don't have to call anyone and I don't cry. I look forward to going home, hugging Scott, fixing supper, taking a bike ride. Sometimes a boy calls to check in and that makes me smile for hours.
I'm so happy Mom and I decided to take that Alaska trip last year in July. Oh sure, we got irritated with each other, but for the most part, we enjoyed each other. She had an older man flirt with her, and try for an on-board fling. I made her laugh until she'd beg me to stop.
I think about her a lot, trying to figure her out. She was the oldest of 3 daughters, a tomboy who loved to play golf, married at 19, to a 21 year old who was tall, klutzy and goofy. They were married in 1954 and stayed married. She was bossy and opinionated, never hesitated to let anyone know she thought they were being stupid and was surprised when they were upset. I was a married woman before she told me she loved me...and I think she only said something because I was moving 4 thousand miles away. She told me I'd done a good job raising my boys only a year or two ago, after decades of shaking her head at and questioning everything I did. It seemed that it was hard for her to show affection, but she was hurt when she wasn't given it easily.
The last 3 weeks of her life, she was amazing...we used laughter to get past the messy parts of being in hospice, a lot of dry humor, a lot of BLACK humor. She was a good sport, patient with my fumbling with her tubes and her bandages and her medicine. I washed her and we laughed at all my silly statements. She was grateful for each cup of tea and each bowl of farina I made her.
Despite her being such a frustrating woman, I miss her so much.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
04.24.2012 Moms and Cancer
My Mom lives in Roseville, California. My Dad died in September 2007, basically from prostate cancer, so Mom's been on her own since then. I truly expected her to take a while to recover from his death, and then move back to the Chicago area to be by my older brother Jim, her sisters and extended family.
But she didn't! She decided to stay in Sunny Northern California. She rebounded, got involved again in card clubs, extended her friend base and got back into her golf game. My sister Carol lives in San Francisco, nearly 3 hours to the west. My brother Steve lives in Reno, nearly 3 hours to the East. I live in Indianapolis, nearly 2000 miles East.
Sigh. It's impossible to just drop in for a cup of coffee, have supper together, or to help with spring cleaning. But I've gone west annually for years (really, it's not a hardship to HAVE to go to California!) and Mom has flown back to various Midwest cities for graduations and weddings.
But we are allll getting older. Every now and again, I'd urge Mom to consider moving home to Illinois like her Mother did. My Grannie and Gramps retired to Florida; after Gramps died, Grannie moved back to Illinois and lived the last 10 years of her life with family about her.
But the thought of moving (and back to snow at that) was overwhelming and she stayed. She'd call and say she was lonely for family, but ...Northern California IS really nice.
Well, finally it happened - early December 2011 my Mom was diagnosed with Uterine Cancer. Surgery found that the cancer had escaped from her uterus into the lymph nodes of her groin area. So what could have been a simple removal turned into a "oh oh" situation. So after a few weeks of recovery from the surgery, she was started on a chemotherapy program; six sessions of being hooked up to a chemo drip for 5 hours, 3 weeks apart.
She did the first 3 sessions. I flew out for session number number 4 on April 1. Instead of dropping her off for chemo, she was found to have low oxygen because of a smattering of blood clots in her lower lungs and so chemo was cancelled for a month. She is now on oxygen 24 hours a day and cumadin, scared and wishing she had local family. :)
My sister has been so excellent, driving over every weekend from San Francisco to visit. But she works a long week and she simply can't keep that up. Mom is scheduled to start her chemo up again May 1. Three more sessions; 18 more weeks. And after? a month of daily radiation. Hopefully that will be that..and she'll have another 10-15 years of golf and gardening. Where will that be tho? As the doctor kept saying "you ARE 77." Decisions decisions. I want HER to make those decisions for herself.
And of course, in thinking about Mom, I think about myself. I have three boys, living in 3 different cities. One 2000 miles away in Idaho, the other two still in Indiana, but over an hour drive away. When I broke my elbow last February, luckily I had my friend Scott to help me. As I get older, I know I want to be by my boys...I'll have to decide just who to live by because I don't think they'll ever all live in the same city again.
Friday, March 2, 2012
03.02.2012 BAND!
03.02.2012 I've played the flute since 5th grade, Willowcrest Elementary, Mokena Illinois. I WANTED to learn to play violin. Perry Freedman, Band Director and trumpet player extraordinaire, said "this is BAND, not Orchestra. We don't do violins. Here...blow across this pop bottle! PERFECT! You're a flute Player. Mom, get her a flute."
:)
So Mom bought this flute somewhere - dunno where she got it. It was a heavy, clunky, PITTED flute, that no one could get a sound out of except me...eventually. (Accommodating THAT flute is more than likely the reason I still have a few playing issues with my current flute, a nice little tooter I bought downtown Indianapolis at Musician's Repair.) Anyway - I stayed in Band all the way thru high school, competent, but never great. I enjoyed playing in Symphonic Band but LOVED Marching Band.
Marching Band, with the high-stepping Big 10 style the Director favored, probably was the start of my current knee problems, but man oh man, it was fun! In deference to my faulty knees, I did NOT do marching band in college at Illinois State University, something I regret to this day.
So my pitted flute was put away, and eventually sold at a garage sale for 10 bucks.
I missed playing in a band tho. Once a Band Geek, Always a Band Geek. And a Band Geek NEEDS a band to play in, for the JOY of it all. Luckily, each of my 3 boys wanted to play an instrument and I got involved in their Band Program. So involved that yep, I played my new flute in Football and Basketball Pep Bands AND was lucky enough to play for a few high school Musicals.
The boys graduated high school one by one (see the PS below) and I left the area. My flute lay silent in the case.
BUT! I now live in Greenwood Indiana, and there is a Community Band! No Auditions Required! All are Welcome! For the past few Thursday nights, I've had the Extreme Pleasure of playing in a Band full of people who've been Band Geeks for YEARS (looking around, there is quite the range of life years..let's just say I am not the oldest or the youngest) and like me, do NOT want to walk away from that sense of unity, the sense of creating MUSIC with others.
Again, I'm not great, I'm only competent. I know what my fingers will do, what they won't, and what I might just be able to pull off with practice. On occasion these past few weeks, I have found myself NOT playing, simply SMILING as the sound surrounds me. I know the director has seen this - flute players are always in the front row - there's no hiding.
He might have thought "oh, oh - a crazy woman!" But more than likely, he completely understood why I was smiling. I don't know anything of his background, except that he is a retired High School Band Director.
Evidently he can't stay away either. :)
PS. My youngest son, the drummer, lives in an apartment, and has to limit himself to banging on an Irish bodhran. My middle son has mentioned he misses playing the saxophone, but the community band in his town practices during the DAY. My oldest son played trumpet in college, met his wife in the trumpet section, and they both still play in a church band AND a community band. He even bought a tux to wear for the concerts!
:)
So Mom bought this flute somewhere - dunno where she got it. It was a heavy, clunky, PITTED flute, that no one could get a sound out of except me...eventually. (Accommodating THAT flute is more than likely the reason I still have a few playing issues with my current flute, a nice little tooter I bought downtown Indianapolis at Musician's Repair.) Anyway - I stayed in Band all the way thru high school, competent, but never great. I enjoyed playing in Symphonic Band but LOVED Marching Band.
Marching Band, with the high-stepping Big 10 style the Director favored, probably was the start of my current knee problems, but man oh man, it was fun! In deference to my faulty knees, I did NOT do marching band in college at Illinois State University, something I regret to this day.
So my pitted flute was put away, and eventually sold at a garage sale for 10 bucks.
I missed playing in a band tho. Once a Band Geek, Always a Band Geek. And a Band Geek NEEDS a band to play in, for the JOY of it all. Luckily, each of my 3 boys wanted to play an instrument and I got involved in their Band Program. So involved that yep, I played my new flute in Football and Basketball Pep Bands AND was lucky enough to play for a few high school Musicals.
The boys graduated high school one by one (see the PS below) and I left the area. My flute lay silent in the case.
BUT! I now live in Greenwood Indiana, and there is a Community Band! No Auditions Required! All are Welcome! For the past few Thursday nights, I've had the Extreme Pleasure of playing in a Band full of people who've been Band Geeks for YEARS (looking around, there is quite the range of life years..let's just say I am not the oldest or the youngest) and like me, do NOT want to walk away from that sense of unity, the sense of creating MUSIC with others.
Again, I'm not great, I'm only competent. I know what my fingers will do, what they won't, and what I might just be able to pull off with practice. On occasion these past few weeks, I have found myself NOT playing, simply SMILING as the sound surrounds me. I know the director has seen this - flute players are always in the front row - there's no hiding.
He might have thought "oh, oh - a crazy woman!" But more than likely, he completely understood why I was smiling. I don't know anything of his background, except that he is a retired High School Band Director.
Evidently he can't stay away either. :)
PS. My youngest son, the drummer, lives in an apartment, and has to limit himself to banging on an Irish bodhran. My middle son has mentioned he misses playing the saxophone, but the community band in his town practices during the DAY. My oldest son played trumpet in college, met his wife in the trumpet section, and they both still play in a church band AND a community band. He even bought a tux to wear for the concerts!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
02.11.2012
http://3x3x365.blogspot.com/
Three Friends. Three States. Sharing One Photo Every Day
Three Friends. Three States. Sharing One Photo Every Day
I dunno how I found this blog. But it's written by 3 friends who live far apart. It's the way they keep abreast of what is happening in each other's lives. I find it amazing that they have the time to write something so perfect for each picture they post. I take a picture a day, but the captions I write are not amazing like these captions are.
I'm going to try to start doing that with my pictures.
My third favorite son Sam is a 1st year grad student. He is studying Creative Writing and teaching 2 sections of Freshman English. When reading 3x3x365 this morning (and crying over some of the posts) (they're not SAD, it's just that my heart was touched and I cry) I thought that this type of thing might be a wonderful idea for Sam's classes.
I don't know that his freshmen could do this, but they at least could try. Perhaps he could create a blog for each to post to on a weekly basis. Or at the least a file somewhere and at the end, everyone gets a copy.
My favorite teacher in high school was my senior English Teacher. Mrs. Jane Bills. she was quite the unique woman and an excellent teacher.
She had a piece of concrete on her desk entitled "concrete example", she had traveled widely and wore colorful Hawaiian dresses to school. anyway - we had a weekly assignment. It was a 100 word theme. I do not remember exactly the requirements, but she'd give us a topic on Monday and the 100 word theme was due the next Monday. It had to be exactly 100 words. That's the only thing I remember about it really. Probably 3 paragraphs only, opening, body and closing. Opening statement had to have elements..you know all that stuff better than I do now.
I really wish I still had my stack of themes. they're long gone and I wish I had them. I don't remember any of the topics. I remember writing, then counting, then rewriting, then counting, slashing, counting.
I guess my Pic-a-day pictures are my daily One Word Themes. :)
Monday, February 6, 2012
02.06.12 Stuff
Today is the day AFTER the Superbowl! The Giants won, after a close, FAST game. Sometimes football games last forever - this one was quick! Madonna at halftime? meh. fairly unmemorable. But then, she's never been a favorite anyway.
A FB friend is "eating naked" - losing weight FAST and feeling great! She's given up dairy and gluten, focusing on basic, unprocessed foods, and doing quite well. I'm thinking of giving up gluten just to see... I myself stopped eating DAIRY a few years ago. I finally realized the daily yogurt I was eating was causing great discomfort and actual pain.
I remember the first time I felt something weird was going on in my stomach. I was in bed reading and all of a sudden, it felt like there was a small herd of butterflies fluttering in the middle of my chest. I thought oh gawd...heart palpitations. Eventually went to the doctor, and she signed me up for a heart monitor. They saw nothing on the tapes. The doctor didn't pursue it further, which I thought was odd. I thought doctors are supposed to track down the CAUSE of discomfort...just not say "Oh Good! it's not your heart! Carry On!"
What does it feel like? You know the water coolers that offices have and the bubbles that occur in the bottle water as someone is filling a cup? That's how i feel. sometimes little bubbles. sometimes MASSIVE bubbles that actually make me feel like I might faint!
Anyway, a doctor I saw last fall prescribed Prilosec "well, as we age, digestive problems occur! Take a pill!" bah. I did that for about 2 months - but truly, it didn't help all that much. I HAVE found that a few TUMS work just fine for me. Nice to know it's not my heart.
Anyway - back to the dairy. I gave it ALL up and only eat the occasional cheese on pizza. Last week a friend of my son Tim mentioned that his stomach problems were solved for the most part by eating Greek Yogurt (with all the active cultures.) I thought, "huh! Mebbe I just need to find the RIGHT kind of dairy!" So I bought and tried some. My first tentative tsp was so good, I plopped a bunch onto my morning oatmeal. BAM! HUGE stomach discomfort. :( So no yogurt for me.
My sister Carol was telling me she'd read that SOY milk (which I've been using as my milk alternative) is not a good choice, for a variety of reasons NOT the least of which is a cancer link. So I'm thinking perhaps Rice milk or LacTaid. Concerned about my calcium intake, i'm back to popping calcium pills and keeping my fingers crossed.
A FB friend is "eating naked" - losing weight FAST and feeling great! She's given up dairy and gluten, focusing on basic, unprocessed foods, and doing quite well. I'm thinking of giving up gluten just to see... I myself stopped eating DAIRY a few years ago. I finally realized the daily yogurt I was eating was causing great discomfort and actual pain.
I remember the first time I felt something weird was going on in my stomach. I was in bed reading and all of a sudden, it felt like there was a small herd of butterflies fluttering in the middle of my chest. I thought oh gawd...heart palpitations. Eventually went to the doctor, and she signed me up for a heart monitor. They saw nothing on the tapes. The doctor didn't pursue it further, which I thought was odd. I thought doctors are supposed to track down the CAUSE of discomfort...just not say "Oh Good! it's not your heart! Carry On!"
What does it feel like? You know the water coolers that offices have and the bubbles that occur in the bottle water as someone is filling a cup? That's how i feel. sometimes little bubbles. sometimes MASSIVE bubbles that actually make me feel like I might faint!
Anyway, a doctor I saw last fall prescribed Prilosec "well, as we age, digestive problems occur! Take a pill!" bah. I did that for about 2 months - but truly, it didn't help all that much. I HAVE found that a few TUMS work just fine for me. Nice to know it's not my heart.
Anyway - back to the dairy. I gave it ALL up and only eat the occasional cheese on pizza. Last week a friend of my son Tim mentioned that his stomach problems were solved for the most part by eating Greek Yogurt (with all the active cultures.) I thought, "huh! Mebbe I just need to find the RIGHT kind of dairy!" So I bought and tried some. My first tentative tsp was so good, I plopped a bunch onto my morning oatmeal. BAM! HUGE stomach discomfort. :( So no yogurt for me.
My sister Carol was telling me she'd read that SOY milk (which I've been using as my milk alternative) is not a good choice, for a variety of reasons NOT the least of which is a cancer link. So I'm thinking perhaps Rice milk or LacTaid. Concerned about my calcium intake, i'm back to popping calcium pills and keeping my fingers crossed.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
01.03.2012 Happiness Highlights: Moving Forward, Going Home
The title of this post is interesting because as I hit the button for "new post" it was there as an option for me to use - evidently I'd typed it once before but didn't write anything.
Moving forward - yep, that's what I"m doing in 2012. The past will always be in my mind - but I have found myself making little steps here and there into my future. Moving in with my boyfiend was a BIG step, but until recently, I have to admit that it all seemed very transitory, another huge upheaval. But now? I'm settling in. The shelf my brother Steve made is hung on the wall and my bisque kewpie collection is displayed. The cat has accepted me and sleeps behind me on my desk chair. The dog will do what i ask MOST of the time. Last week I went into the Greenwood Public Library and got a card. Saturday I went over to the Greenwood Community Center and paid $50 for a year's access to treadmills and steppers, an inside walking track, weights, AND if I ever get the nerve, basketball courts! The weeks between Thanksgiving and New Year's were filled with family - I'm more comfortable with the BF's family and my local boys and girls came to my new place. So I'm moving forward. Yep, I am.
Going Home? I wonder what I meant by that. Mebbe that where I'm living now feels more and more LIKE home to me. Driving home at the end of the day means a house where the BF is waiting with a hug. Having a Home where my children can visit.. Home means so many different things and I feel now that i HAVE a Home again.
anyway - a new year! I'm striving to shake off all unhappiness and disgruntledness. I've started another Pic-a-day and posted the first two pictures on Facebook. I'm GOING to get fit by Eating Naked and working out. I've sent an inquiring email to the local community band. 2012 IS going to be a good year! At least, I'm going to strive to make it so. :)
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