Gosh, I didn't realize it has been a month since I posted.
I missed the Fourth of July and all the family to-dos because of a major sugar overdose of ice cream. I really didn't eat that much (yeah, right) but the sugar in combination with a shortage of glucose monitor supplies sent me into a couple of days of having near death imaginings. However, I did find out you could buy the transmitter I needed off Amazon. What? Diabetic supplies when your insurance won't pay for anymore? And I just found out you can now get free GrubHub delivery with Prime membership. Who knew? Anyway, sugar is back normal now.
I drove out to see my son and his family yesterday. The Artist Grand Girl has the cutest parrot. I really love that bird and he loved my earrings, eyeglasses and fingernails. Had a great time chomping on all three.
Isn't he the cutest? Unfortunately, I now know how badly I need a neck lift before we have a turkey and a parrot in the family.
In other news, I have been doing a lot of thinking about how to redesign my life. The little job awoke in me the need to do something, accomplish something worthwhile but not in a 9 to 5 kind of way. Volunteering is a commitment I not ready to make so I'm trying to expand my life in other ways.
So, I've been reading a lot on a wide variety of subjects. Religion has never been my cup of tea. I love many things about going to church - kneeling, prayers, hymns, stained glass windows - but I've never really had Faith or belief. I started reading "The Monastery of the Heart" by Joan Chittister which attempts to redefine the Rule of Benedict (as in St. Benedict and the Benedictine Monks) for today's searchers. It spoke to me in a way other religious texts have not. It has given me some insight into areas I might want to pursue.
I have also subscribed to the New York Times online. Damn, I had forgotten what good writing was like after reading jumbled news briefs from other sources. My brain is still not working good enough for the crossword and other games but hopefully the synapses will start snapping again.
The knowledge that I will probably move back to the old neighborhood I lived in before they sold my apartment complex has let me anxious. I'm the child that read the book the day after the book report was assigned because I couldn't stand it hovering over my head. So, applying that to the apartment, I can't help but search for the new place even though I am pretty sure I will be moving to the new complex the old apartment owners are building. It irritates me that I can't let go of that need to organize the search when I already have Plan A & B in place. Some type of control issue, I guess.
The water aerobics plan didn't work out. I'm not really a germophobe but I started getting the heebie-jeebies about germs getting into the two little holes punched in my stomach by the diabetic supplies. Speaking of, my little Sister is still undergoing Cancer treatment. She had a port inserted high on her chest and his taking the chemo through it. We only get snapshots of her life when she shares them. She doesn't want company. My middle sister and daughter want to bring laughter to her but as a rape survivor, I tell her go ahead and cry. Your life is hard, and it hurts, while secretly I just hope she lives through it.
I also ran across a website called Wondriumdaily when I was trying to look up something about Middle Ages England. It has a wonderful explanation that clearly answered my question. I don't know what all areas it covers but if you're always looking for answers on the internet, you might enjoy it too.
Guess that catches you up for now. More later ...