One step at a time - is there really any other way? And multi-tasking? Really? I don't think anyone can really multitask as we only have one brain - true, there might be other parts not necessarily under our conscious control - but what goes on under the surface is none of our business - until it surfaces of course. So, we, with our uni-brain, can really only do one thing at a time with focus. Driving and putting on make-up? I rarely do it, but it doesn't seem like a good idea. Driving and doing much of anything else - is that really multi-tasking?
Anyway, as I was saying, one step at a time. Most things can only be accomplished through methodical steps forward. Again there are those times when an answer springs into your head - or a task seems to take a lot fewer steps than anticipated, but still, those are just single steps. One of the things I like to say when people find that they don't know where to go or what to do or how to achieve a goal is: baby steps. When in doubt, take little, wobbly steps (sometimes with support if you can find it) in any direction - hopefully in the one you are wanting to go - but really, all motion is forward motion (in a way). At least it is motion.
This all occurred to me as I was working on getting the room at the head of the stairs ready for potential occupancy. We might have a boarder! Mom vacillates between being excited about the prospect and being horrified by the prospect. If it causes her too much stress, we will reevaluate. But for now, it looks like, starting this weekend, we will have a housemate. (I stared this a while ago - she is now safely ensconced in the room - how long she will stay is anyone's guess...she is welcome as long as she wants to stay, but life has a way of moving us around sometimes in ways that we had not anticipated.)
In order to get the room ready, I had to attack the problem one step at a time. First, I emptied out the dresser drawers. Karl, if you are reading this - hahahahahaha (on a couple of levels) - do you want your Heathkit calculator? The dresser mostly had a bunch of random stuff in it - I think one of the drawers was a sort of gift drawer that mom had created. Two and one eighth drawers had stuff in them. I boxed it all. Yay!
Next, I took a few boxes After that, I took some boxes that I had sitting around waiting for Godot on the front porch up into the room to be filled with extra books into the attack - only to make it clear to me just how many books and boxes had migrated into the "orange" room. (The rug is orange.)(This is my childhood room. So I always feel a little nostalgic in there.) The next day, I took more boxes out. Then I piled the remaining boxes near the door for their eventual trip heavenwards. So, all I had left to do was move those boxes and do some neatening and the room would be as ready as it was going to be. Maybe a quick vacuum. We shall see. Mom promised to dust the big table in there - she did actually help (in her way) clean off that table. That was probably the biggest job and I had forgotten that we had done it. (The table did get dusted - I don't know if mom did the actual work, or just supervised Jenny (the aide) doing it.)
I thought I had oodles of time. Turns out, I was wrong. I got a call from my boarder asking if she could move in much sooner than expected! Suddenly, my baby steps needed to be accomplished in rapid succession. Pack boxes, lug boxes, lug boxes, lug boxes. I think, in all, 20 boxes worth of crap made it up into the attic and out of that room. And I mean crap in the most loving, respectful way.
Things that didn't get done - I didn't vacuum the room. Or clean the bathroom we are sharing (except in a very cursorily (cursory sort of way)). But, it gone mostly done. Through baby steps. Yay!
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Thursday, January 30, 2014
I have this odd desire to help random people and other odds and ends...
What the heck is that about? I have an FB friend who is in need of help - not that I could really help her, but I want to. What is up with that? Another person I met could really use a friend, so I want to do that for her. Really? I see a homeless person, and I would love to be able to help them find what they need to make different choices. I see a puppy or a seal or a dolphin on FB and I want to help heal the world. Sigh.
I know in my heart of hearts that the best help I can be to all and sundry is to be the best me that I can be.
Recently, mom saw one of those "feed the children for pennies a day" and "cure the hairlips of these kids" infomercials. It saddens me that the wealthy in this world sit on their money and don't fix what can be fixed. Greed and selfishness. There IS enough to go around. Really.
Mom has taken another step down the ladder. Now she has gotten to the stage where she really doesn't like to use utensils. Which means I need to give her food that can be easily and neatly (for my sanity) be eaten with her hands. Sigh. New menus need to be planned...
I will be starting my relationship blog next month - day after tomorrow. I don't plan on sharing posts with Facebook or twitter, so if you want to read it, you will have to actively look for it (or put an RSS feed from it somewhere...) I might also post in my political blog, though that seems more scary in some ways than posting in my relationship (or lack thereof) blog. We shall see. Anyway, the relationship blog - I will definitely write one post a day. Maybe more. For a month. And see what happens. Maybe it will get me to revisit my relationship book. Hey, anyone know any freelance graphic artists who might want to collaborate on a book project? Not the relationship book, but a self-help book...
I know in my heart of hearts that the best help I can be to all and sundry is to be the best me that I can be.
Recently, mom saw one of those "feed the children for pennies a day" and "cure the hairlips of these kids" infomercials. It saddens me that the wealthy in this world sit on their money and don't fix what can be fixed. Greed and selfishness. There IS enough to go around. Really.
Mom has taken another step down the ladder. Now she has gotten to the stage where she really doesn't like to use utensils. Which means I need to give her food that can be easily and neatly (for my sanity) be eaten with her hands. Sigh. New menus need to be planned...
I will be starting my relationship blog next month - day after tomorrow. I don't plan on sharing posts with Facebook or twitter, so if you want to read it, you will have to actively look for it (or put an RSS feed from it somewhere...) I might also post in my political blog, though that seems more scary in some ways than posting in my relationship (or lack thereof) blog. We shall see. Anyway, the relationship blog - I will definitely write one post a day. Maybe more. For a month. And see what happens. Maybe it will get me to revisit my relationship book. Hey, anyone know any freelance graphic artists who might want to collaborate on a book project? Not the relationship book, but a self-help book...
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Time for a quick post
I have time for a quick post today. Isn't that novel?
So, somehow I got carried away on Sunday and didn't manage to post the blog I had written until Monday. And then, having posted said blog, I didn't get around to actually creating one yesterday. Which brings us to today and a blog that will mostly be about the past two days. Sadly, during those days, not a lot of excitement transpired.
At least mom's neck isn't hurting as much as it was. I think the fear of going to the doctor either made it disappear, or maybe she just isn't mentioning it - though the latter is unlikely. (Spoke too soon - it is hurting again so we are heading to the doctor's office this afternoon - and no, Chris - there aren't two little puncture wounds in her neck...)
I have been having nightmares recently, and I am not sure why. Last nights was about unpaid bills. The night before's has, thankfully, vanished for the most part - just something about my arm. Fun! Although nightmares are, well, nightmares, they are, once I have woken up and am back in the "real" world, interesting experiences. The brain is a wondrous thing!
A friend who was going to come stay at the house while we were away at the wedding just wrote to cancel. Mixed blessing. At least I don't have to make the bed in the guest room now. Oh, I was crafty (ha) yesterday and Sunday. I bought a frame and placed one of mom's items from China in it. Yippee!
Come to think of it, that is about the largest accomplishment I have had in the past few days. I feel like I am not doing much in terms of creating and giving back - contributing to the fight against entropy. I have decided that is what life is partially about. The fight against entropy. Entropy can equal fear - so the fight against it could equal love. Maybe that is something for my self-help book. The idea needs fleshing out, but I think it is a good one.
Cooking is an anti-entropy action. And I did some of it in the past couple of days. I made quiche - egg pie - with lots of stuff I had lying around the house. Huzzuh!
Sorting has been going pretty well, too. Yesterday I found a box that had historical papers in it. I thought the whole box was going to be full of stuff I didn't really feel qualified to sort - mom's old school files primarily, so I was resigned to just reboxing and not getting much done in the way of sorting. Instead, after a small layer of such papers, a whole trove of junk mail was discovered. Hallelujah! Joy and rapture! Lots to let go of. And I also spent a little time breaking down some of the boxes that have accumulated once again in the back study. Yay!
I am once again, behind in my correspondence. Sigh.
Ok, that's it. The short zippy, blog. Even a bit of pith. Lucky you!
So, somehow I got carried away on Sunday and didn't manage to post the blog I had written until Monday. And then, having posted said blog, I didn't get around to actually creating one yesterday. Which brings us to today and a blog that will mostly be about the past two days. Sadly, during those days, not a lot of excitement transpired.
At least mom's neck isn't hurting as much as it was. I think the fear of going to the doctor either made it disappear, or maybe she just isn't mentioning it - though the latter is unlikely. (Spoke too soon - it is hurting again so we are heading to the doctor's office this afternoon - and no, Chris - there aren't two little puncture wounds in her neck...)
I have been having nightmares recently, and I am not sure why. Last nights was about unpaid bills. The night before's has, thankfully, vanished for the most part - just something about my arm. Fun! Although nightmares are, well, nightmares, they are, once I have woken up and am back in the "real" world, interesting experiences. The brain is a wondrous thing!
A friend who was going to come stay at the house while we were away at the wedding just wrote to cancel. Mixed blessing. At least I don't have to make the bed in the guest room now. Oh, I was crafty (ha) yesterday and Sunday. I bought a frame and placed one of mom's items from China in it. Yippee!
Come to think of it, that is about the largest accomplishment I have had in the past few days. I feel like I am not doing much in terms of creating and giving back - contributing to the fight against entropy. I have decided that is what life is partially about. The fight against entropy. Entropy can equal fear - so the fight against it could equal love. Maybe that is something for my self-help book. The idea needs fleshing out, but I think it is a good one.
Cooking is an anti-entropy action. And I did some of it in the past couple of days. I made quiche - egg pie - with lots of stuff I had lying around the house. Huzzuh!
Sorting has been going pretty well, too. Yesterday I found a box that had historical papers in it. I thought the whole box was going to be full of stuff I didn't really feel qualified to sort - mom's old school files primarily, so I was resigned to just reboxing and not getting much done in the way of sorting. Instead, after a small layer of such papers, a whole trove of junk mail was discovered. Hallelujah! Joy and rapture! Lots to let go of. And I also spent a little time breaking down some of the boxes that have accumulated once again in the back study. Yay!
I am once again, behind in my correspondence. Sigh.
Ok, that's it. The short zippy, blog. Even a bit of pith. Lucky you!
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| Dinner Sunday Night - Quiche |
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Saturday, April 14, 2012
Welcome 44!
Maybe this will be the year that I achieve 50 followers! That would be great! Not that 44 is bad. But come on, I live in America and more is better, right? Yay more!
I had a minor writing epiphany Thursday morning. Another potential title for my Self Help book - A Little Help from a Friend - since it will be a little book - and I am friendly. We shall see. I need to get back to my writing-writing. I have just been absorbed in the computer programming. Balance and moderation. Moderation and balance. Baleration! Modance! Moderance! Baleration!
Thursday was my rockin' night out. It started with a reading by a poet at HWS. I guess poetry readings are like concerts - we held our applause until the end of the performance - not applauding at the end of each poem. I would have liked to acknowledge them each individually - perhaps like the did in the 50s - with finger snapping. But no, nothing like that. It was surprisingly well attended. The father of a grade school friend sat near me which was nice! The poet has been writing since the 70s, has a great voice both in terms of his literary voice and his speaking/performing voice. Glad I went.
Next, off to Leaf Kitchen to drink the new-to-my-Geneva-beers-list beers there. Since last week was a bust at the Leaf Kitchen, I decided to try again. This week it was a lot less busy at the bar, so I got to sit in my favorite seat. Yay! Emily, as usual, was the lovely bartender. I ended up having three beers - Two IPAs and a Wheat Beer. Yakima Black IPA was very tasty - not quite enough malt for me to be thrilled, but still good. Firestone Union Jack IPA which was really high alcohol content - closer in taste to a double than a regular IPA. Lastly Troegs Dream Weaver Wheat - it was ok at best - mostly because I am not generally a wheat beer fan...I also had nice bar-mates to chat with. That always makes the time pass more pleasantly.
Posted a new writing blog post - nothing scintillating - but better than nothing, I guess.
I had a minor writing epiphany Thursday morning. Another potential title for my Self Help book - A Little Help from a Friend - since it will be a little book - and I am friendly. We shall see. I need to get back to my writing-writing. I have just been absorbed in the computer programming. Balance and moderation. Moderation and balance. Baleration! Modance! Moderance! Baleration!
Thursday was my rockin' night out. It started with a reading by a poet at HWS. I guess poetry readings are like concerts - we held our applause until the end of the performance - not applauding at the end of each poem. I would have liked to acknowledge them each individually - perhaps like the did in the 50s - with finger snapping. But no, nothing like that. It was surprisingly well attended. The father of a grade school friend sat near me which was nice! The poet has been writing since the 70s, has a great voice both in terms of his literary voice and his speaking/performing voice. Glad I went.
Next, off to Leaf Kitchen to drink the new-to-my-Geneva-beers-list beers there. Since last week was a bust at the Leaf Kitchen, I decided to try again. This week it was a lot less busy at the bar, so I got to sit in my favorite seat. Yay! Emily, as usual, was the lovely bartender. I ended up having three beers - Two IPAs and a Wheat Beer. Yakima Black IPA was very tasty - not quite enough malt for me to be thrilled, but still good. Firestone Union Jack IPA which was really high alcohol content - closer in taste to a double than a regular IPA. Lastly Troegs Dream Weaver Wheat - it was ok at best - mostly because I am not generally a wheat beer fan...I also had nice bar-mates to chat with. That always makes the time pass more pleasantly.
Posted a new writing blog post - nothing scintillating - but better than nothing, I guess.
Friday, November 11, 2011
It feels like the year is winding down
Does it feel that way to you? The cycle is coming 'round. I know the shortest day isn't for more than a month, but it just feels like things are coming to a close. And not in a momentous way, but in a quiet way.
Readership is way down here, not that I blame people for not reading my blog. It is pretty dull, all things considered.
My Spanish class is winding down. We have an exam next Friday but we aren't really learning anything new or more before then.
It is 11/11/11 no matter how you look at it. And Veteran's Day! Yay veterans! Wish we took better care of you - and even better, didn't need to have Warriors who became veteran's. Sigh. Visualize Whirled Peas!
Karl, my brother, is coming to visit for the weekend. That will be interesting if nothing else. He is not bringing his whole family with him, which is probably for the best for all concerned. If NC weren't so far away, I would have gone there this weekend while he was here. But it is far away. And I will be going for a whole week, with mom, December 4 through 10 or so. Yippee!
Yesterday, all my troubles...no wait, that is not what I was thinking - yesterday - what the heck did I do yesterday? Oh, right. Laundry. And mom came and helped. She kept asking if her coming and helping sped things up. How do I respond to that? Sigh. Laundry has been one of those things, recently, that I enjoy doing by myself. It gets me out of the house alone and I have some down time. But it is also good that she wanted to get out and about. I really do think that the Aricept 23 knocked her on her butt and that she is still coming back from that.
It was also Ginger day. I don't know what the two of them did, but it was nice for me to not have to participate. Yay!
Ok, I made a determination yesterday. I am going to start writing again, now that my last book has been published. I want to work on three projects - the self-help book (for want of a better description), my book about brew pubs and a fantasy work. I am not much of a fiction author - too much dialogue and description - but we shall see. My goal, as is often the case, is something small, like 200 words a day. That will not include my blog posts - though I don't know if I am going to continue the once a day posting that I have done this year. We shall see. I will start that in January at the latest - after school is over, after the holidays, etc.
It is Friday. And there is a night involved. Yay!
Rick Perry - oh my god! Really? On a televised debate? I bet debate coaches around the world are now coming up with ways to get around a brain fart. I liked John Stewart's idea of faking a stroke...I don't think it really matters who the Republicans put up - they will all look lame next to Obama - even though Obama is not as awesome as I, for one, had hoped. We need a true progressive in the White House. Me in 2024? :)
There you are. How exciting is that?
Pictures from November 10, 2011:
Readership is way down here, not that I blame people for not reading my blog. It is pretty dull, all things considered.
My Spanish class is winding down. We have an exam next Friday but we aren't really learning anything new or more before then.
It is 11/11/11 no matter how you look at it. And Veteran's Day! Yay veterans! Wish we took better care of you - and even better, didn't need to have Warriors who became veteran's. Sigh. Visualize Whirled Peas!
Karl, my brother, is coming to visit for the weekend. That will be interesting if nothing else. He is not bringing his whole family with him, which is probably for the best for all concerned. If NC weren't so far away, I would have gone there this weekend while he was here. But it is far away. And I will be going for a whole week, with mom, December 4 through 10 or so. Yippee!
Yesterday, all my troubles...no wait, that is not what I was thinking - yesterday - what the heck did I do yesterday? Oh, right. Laundry. And mom came and helped. She kept asking if her coming and helping sped things up. How do I respond to that? Sigh. Laundry has been one of those things, recently, that I enjoy doing by myself. It gets me out of the house alone and I have some down time. But it is also good that she wanted to get out and about. I really do think that the Aricept 23 knocked her on her butt and that she is still coming back from that.
It was also Ginger day. I don't know what the two of them did, but it was nice for me to not have to participate. Yay!
Ok, I made a determination yesterday. I am going to start writing again, now that my last book has been published. I want to work on three projects - the self-help book (for want of a better description), my book about brew pubs and a fantasy work. I am not much of a fiction author - too much dialogue and description - but we shall see. My goal, as is often the case, is something small, like 200 words a day. That will not include my blog posts - though I don't know if I am going to continue the once a day posting that I have done this year. We shall see. I will start that in January at the latest - after school is over, after the holidays, etc.
It is Friday. And there is a night involved. Yay!
Rick Perry - oh my god! Really? On a televised debate? I bet debate coaches around the world are now coming up with ways to get around a brain fart. I liked John Stewart's idea of faking a stroke...I don't think it really matters who the Republicans put up - they will all look lame next to Obama - even though Obama is not as awesome as I, for one, had hoped. We need a true progressive in the White House. Me in 2024? :)
There you are. How exciting is that?
Pictures from November 10, 2011:
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| Mmmm, Pocky... |
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| Why do ladybugs not seem as bug-like and icky as other bugs? |
Sunday, August 14, 2011
I don't wanna
At all. So, I don't.
Right now, I am actively not doing anything that I really could and probably ought to do. I am putting off working on my book Diary of a Plate Addict - partially because I am scared of what happens when it is finished and only 10 people buy copies. I would like to sell 10,000. But ten would just be downright sad and disappointing. Ok, so I do have a little bit of an excuse here. A person, who is volunteering, is still proofreading the book. From the bits she has sent so far, she is doing an excellent job. I am just waiting on her to go ahead and take my last look at the book. Meanwhile, it seems that I have gotten some tacit approval from the Flying Saucer HQ. Keith Schlabs says he is actively working on getting releases for the pictures from the Saucer Calendar in which I was a calendar model. Yippee! That might mean that Shannon looked at it and actually didn't hate it. That would be awesome! There are bits I could be doing, though - making more plates for Heather to use - getting my barcode act together for two. Then there is the decision paralyzation - Charles King (from the opera) suggested I use Creative Space from Amazon for my book creation rather than Lightning Source - and I just haven't decided. And there is the whole shirt thing - do I want to do Diary of a Plate Addict and I am a Plate Addict - or just I am a Plate Addict? Sigh. I would ask for opinions, but so few of you comment, I don't think it is worth my time asking. Oh, well, I sort of just did.
I also don't want to work on any of my other books. Or do any cleaning in the house. Or sorting of my own papers. Or read. Or fill out rebate forms. Or trim my beard. Or change insurance companies.
I really want to take a roadtrip to California. Stopping at Saucers and meeting more of my facebook, Daily Challenge and old friends. How to do that with mom in tow escapes me so far.
Looking at video cameras is also a smidge distressing. I would like a small hand held inexpensive camera, that has a flip screen so that I can see myself when I do shots of me. And a little tripod. And maybe an external microphone. All told that probably comes to $500. Where that will come from is anyone's guess.
Oh, we went to see Youth! last night - a review of snippets from the past 25 years of productions by the youth group within the Geneva Theatre Guild. Not scintillating. I would have thought with four people directing that it would have been better (each person being able to focus on smaller pieces). Oh well. Still glad I went, just not overwhelmed. It does make me want to direct again, though. And I am toying with the idea of auditioning for a play in September. Glarg. I really don't like to act, but it is a foot in the door...
Pictures from August 13, 2011:
I thought the yew berries, if that's what they are, were interesting.
Oooh, light on the library and the trees!
Right now, I am actively not doing anything that I really could and probably ought to do. I am putting off working on my book Diary of a Plate Addict - partially because I am scared of what happens when it is finished and only 10 people buy copies. I would like to sell 10,000. But ten would just be downright sad and disappointing. Ok, so I do have a little bit of an excuse here. A person, who is volunteering, is still proofreading the book. From the bits she has sent so far, she is doing an excellent job. I am just waiting on her to go ahead and take my last look at the book. Meanwhile, it seems that I have gotten some tacit approval from the Flying Saucer HQ. Keith Schlabs says he is actively working on getting releases for the pictures from the Saucer Calendar in which I was a calendar model. Yippee! That might mean that Shannon looked at it and actually didn't hate it. That would be awesome! There are bits I could be doing, though - making more plates for Heather to use - getting my barcode act together for two. Then there is the decision paralyzation - Charles King (from the opera) suggested I use Creative Space from Amazon for my book creation rather than Lightning Source - and I just haven't decided. And there is the whole shirt thing - do I want to do Diary of a Plate Addict and I am a Plate Addict - or just I am a Plate Addict? Sigh. I would ask for opinions, but so few of you comment, I don't think it is worth my time asking. Oh, well, I sort of just did.
I also don't want to work on any of my other books. Or do any cleaning in the house. Or sorting of my own papers. Or read. Or fill out rebate forms. Or trim my beard. Or change insurance companies.
I really want to take a roadtrip to California. Stopping at Saucers and meeting more of my facebook, Daily Challenge and old friends. How to do that with mom in tow escapes me so far.
Looking at video cameras is also a smidge distressing. I would like a small hand held inexpensive camera, that has a flip screen so that I can see myself when I do shots of me. And a little tripod. And maybe an external microphone. All told that probably comes to $500. Where that will come from is anyone's guess.
Oh, we went to see Youth! last night - a review of snippets from the past 25 years of productions by the youth group within the Geneva Theatre Guild. Not scintillating. I would have thought with four people directing that it would have been better (each person being able to focus on smaller pieces). Oh well. Still glad I went, just not overwhelmed. It does make me want to direct again, though. And I am toying with the idea of auditioning for a play in September. Glarg. I really don't like to act, but it is a foot in the door...
Pictures from August 13, 2011:
I thought the yew berries, if that's what they are, were interesting.
Oooh, light on the library and the trees!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Driving back from NC
After a long, long day of driving, mom and I made it home to Geneva safely. Hurrah! I got up pretty early, at least for me, and got on the road. Two and a half hours later, I had arrived at Bosey's house in Union Grove. Mom was up and packed and we didn't dawdle too much there. Mom had a great time there! Hurrah! And thank you, big time, Bosey!!! We will have to do it again. :)
Next up, the drive North. My GPS said it would be about 12 hours with no stops. Arg. The trip went remarkably well. We did stop for gas and some food - well, food-like substances. I do like the occasional bit of fast food - maybe once or twice a month - pizza is not fast food, by the way... - this time it was Arby's. Curly fries! Yippee!
Next stop, a scenic overlook in Pennsylvania. Mom didn't get out of the car. She was being a trooper all things considered, but she just didn't want to get out. Oh well. It was gorgeous! Then to get gas in Williamsport, PA. And I saw a sign! Not an omen sort of sign, a sign I had seen years ago and then off and on again since - a sign for the Bullfrog Brewery and Eatery! Yippee!! It was dinner time, so I suggested we stop there.
It wasn't difficult to find (thank you GPS). Cool building, nice staff, good food, passable beer. Evan, the host, took us to a table all the way in the back. Good thing, since there was jazz in the main space and it would have been a tad difficult to chat. Brooke was our server, she had worked there 10 years and was from a town about 50 miles away. She was great! We ordered a meal to share between us - if I eat too much, I can get sleepy while driving, which isn't good - and mom doesn't really eat that much at any one meal. And we still had leftovers. Probably lunch today.
One of the upsides of mom's alzheimer's is that I can tell her my thoughts over and over again and she doesn't get bored hearing them. And I can refine them by bouncing them off her - she is still thoughtful and intelligent, just a little (ok, a lot) forgetful. So I can tell her my ideas for selling Diary of a Plate Addict, running for president, my self-help book, my theatre company... etc.
We finally got home around 10:30 pm. Phew! I unloaded the car and basically went straight to bed. Though I did take time out to write back to a Plenty of Fish woman who had written me back. Yippee! Hope springs eternal...
Pictures from June 29, 2011:
Mom and Bosey posing in the sunroom of Bosey and Bob's house!
I tend to forget negative experiences (generally) pretty quickly. I had completely forgotten that we got stopped by construction blasting for half on hour in PA. Weird.
One of the vistas from the Scenic Overlook in PA near Williamsport.
The Bullfrog Brewery and Eatery. A must visit if you are ever in Williamsport, PA and like beer and food.
Next up, the drive North. My GPS said it would be about 12 hours with no stops. Arg. The trip went remarkably well. We did stop for gas and some food - well, food-like substances. I do like the occasional bit of fast food - maybe once or twice a month - pizza is not fast food, by the way... - this time it was Arby's. Curly fries! Yippee!
Next stop, a scenic overlook in Pennsylvania. Mom didn't get out of the car. She was being a trooper all things considered, but she just didn't want to get out. Oh well. It was gorgeous! Then to get gas in Williamsport, PA. And I saw a sign! Not an omen sort of sign, a sign I had seen years ago and then off and on again since - a sign for the Bullfrog Brewery and Eatery! Yippee!! It was dinner time, so I suggested we stop there.
It wasn't difficult to find (thank you GPS). Cool building, nice staff, good food, passable beer. Evan, the host, took us to a table all the way in the back. Good thing, since there was jazz in the main space and it would have been a tad difficult to chat. Brooke was our server, she had worked there 10 years and was from a town about 50 miles away. She was great! We ordered a meal to share between us - if I eat too much, I can get sleepy while driving, which isn't good - and mom doesn't really eat that much at any one meal. And we still had leftovers. Probably lunch today.
One of the upsides of mom's alzheimer's is that I can tell her my thoughts over and over again and she doesn't get bored hearing them. And I can refine them by bouncing them off her - she is still thoughtful and intelligent, just a little (ok, a lot) forgetful. So I can tell her my ideas for selling Diary of a Plate Addict, running for president, my self-help book, my theatre company... etc.
We finally got home around 10:30 pm. Phew! I unloaded the car and basically went straight to bed. Though I did take time out to write back to a Plenty of Fish woman who had written me back. Yippee! Hope springs eternal...
Pictures from June 29, 2011:
Mom and Bosey posing in the sunroom of Bosey and Bob's house!
I tend to forget negative experiences (generally) pretty quickly. I had completely forgotten that we got stopped by construction blasting for half on hour in PA. Weird.
One of the vistas from the Scenic Overlook in PA near Williamsport.
The Bullfrog Brewery and Eatery. A must visit if you are ever in Williamsport, PA and like beer and food.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Have to do something!
Muse still requested...Anyway, I am stuck and don't know which way to move forward aside from the crawling forward that occurs without much volition on one's part. I need to do one of the following: find work that appeals and pays, find work that doesn't appeal but pays, find work that doesn't appeal or pay. While that is happening, it would also be nifty to finish writing a book - a book about relationships, a book about the Flying Saucer or a self help sort of book. And I still hope to take my trip cross country, though now it is looking like a spring thing. Yippee! At least I have my options enumerated. Now I can go back to sleep. :o)
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