It's been a year, almost to the day, since I have put fingers to keyboard, and thoughts to this whitespace. That's about the right time limit for me, I suppose. I have lots of projects occupying my mind and my space, and I tend to forget what I'm doing most days, so a year is a decent length of time to get back at this thing called blogging. I always hope I can do better, but you know what they say about good intentions. Something tells me that road has very comfortable pavement.
I don't really have a theme for this post, although a lot has happened in the past year. Yes, I still fight the depression and anxiety and ADHD, along with the general aches and pains of growing up. My knees and hips protest every time I sit down or stand up, and my spine screams with every movement. I'm losing my hair strand by strand, thank you diabetes 2 and GLP-1. And I won't even talk about my digestive system and its wacky ways. But, I haven't had a major migraine in a couple of years now, so I feel blessed. Thank you, Lord. Those were the worst.
I started a new role at work. It can be rather overwhelming and stressful, especially if I feel that I don't have enough information or I don't know what I'm doing. Which can be every day, if I'm being honest. It's not though. There are small stretches of peace punctuated by moments of sheer terror. Usually on Tuesdays. It's a fun kind of terror, though. I'm learning a lot and I'm thankful for that. That's you again, Lord, isn't it?
I've taken up painting again. I've done more with oils, mostly still lifes and landscapes. They are much harder than portraits. And, I've had a class in watercolor. It is more difficult than oil, not as forgiving. My beach scene looks like something out of the movie with Leonardo DiCaprio - Shutter Island - all dark and gloomy. No matter, I'll keep practicing and I'll get better. You'll be with me, won't you, Lord? You always are.
My house is falling apart. Quite literally (I'm being transparent here). The driveway has been broken up by the roots of the ubiquitous pine trees in our yard. The jasmine has taken over every bush in the backyard, not to mention the back stairs, and the deck is rotted. The landscapaing is horrific. I won't even talk about the pool, which I wish would just disappear. Beyond that, we need to replace the gutters and the upstairs windows and the flooring and the ceiling in the basement (which has mold - and mice) and the dehumidifier for the entire house. Two of the bathtubs leak, the entire inside needs to be painted, the kitchen and bathrooms need to be redone. But the roof is relatively new (less than 5 years). And there is a garage/workshop. It just needs to be organized. If anyone is looking for a fixer-upper, let me know. Lord, you promised us food, shelter, and clothing. I have all three. I am more than blessed. I am humbled by your generosity. Thank you.
The Cinderella has decided to get married in November. Okay. That's fine. Let's start planning a wedding. We've got a venue, a dress, most of the decorations, and more plans to create the wedding of her dreams. Then, in the middle of said planning, she decides to change the venue. Is it in the same town? Is it even close? No. It's at a bed and breakfast two hours away from us. I want to pull what's left of my hair completely out. You're in the details, right, Lord? Good, because I'm having trouble seeing them about now. There are too many for me to handle on my own.
The Free Spirit graduated with her Batchelors Degree in Communication in August (Summa Cum Laude/With Distinction) and her Masters Degree in Communication in May. I'm so stinking proud of her. She wants to go to law school and specialize in copyright law. She's going to blow them all away. I can have pride here, can't I, Lord? I think you feel the same. She's come such a long way.
The Eldest is doing fine. Even though she doesn't answer her phone as often as she should when her mother calls, I don't think she has entirely given up on me yet. After all, she has the two younglings to take care of, and she still works from home. I am most grateful to call her friend. Is that the relationship you want with me, Lord. To be as close as a dear friend who answers when you call? I'm trying, but I'm not sure I'm getting anywhere just yet. I'll keep trying, though. Please don't hang up just yet. I'm still here. Still neurotic, but still here.
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