25 December 2014

The 12 months of 2014: A sort of Christmas letter?

WITH NO RESPECT TO MAKING IT SCAN CORRECTLY or making the numbers really match, here is my year in review.  If I write more about a topic, I'll link to that post from below, and I'll keep changing the date of this post, so this will be at the top.  Probably.  Keep checking back or wait until December 31st.  The choice is yours!  (And thanks for stopping by. : )  Purple bolded text indicates there was something added to that entry most recently.
  1. twisted ribcage: There were a lot of snowstorms last winter . . . 
  2. oratorio performances (pub sings, music-y funtimes):  Less than a month and a half after #1, I was singing two performances of an oratorio . . .
  3. houses outbid on (or why the elderly are my tribe but won't accept me): It was such a seller's market.
  4. plasma donations
  5. uneven subfloors
  6. months house hunting and not enough reading books
  7. writing drafting readings
  8. small group departures
  9. doctors appointments: (Short catch-up story - got hurt working for TSA after I graduated from college and have been dealing with chronic pain and poor health since then.)  I've given up on getting anything like justice from my former employers, and now it's all about trying to figure out how to live with the pain and be as healthy as I can with the resources I have.  Pain.
  10. terrible green sludgies
  11. pilot lights out
  12. months unpacking: Found house.  Packed in a month.  Will unpack over the following 12 months.

21 December 2014

A Very Good Day

It was around this time last year that I was
sitting in the Homeowner's class before going
back to my roasting hot apartment where I
got to hear the shouting and fighting of
all my neighbors. 

                                             Now, I am sitting
in my quiet home watching snow fall on
the evergreens outside my study window.  
I have turned on my Christmas lights,
and I am writing.   Later, I will be at a pub
singing Christmas carols and seasonal songs. 

For these blessings, I
am truly grateful. 

16 December 2014

About that Christmas letter

I should be writing my Christmas letter, but it's cold, and I'm tired because I overdid it at PT today because the pool will be closed for a week and a half, and I already missed the restorative stretch and strengthening class earlier this week because I was supposed to have a big presentation, which I remembered to dress up for (which apparently crowded out the memory of the need to bring gym clothes and then the presentation got rescheduled anyway.  The pain has been flaring up lately, so that was unwise, and I could beat myself up over it and many other failings, but the Christmas lights are on in my new home, around  the window and my crooked, fake, tiny tree, and the humidifier and furnace are combining to make white noise music, and I am tired, but there are no neighbors shouting at each other or their kids, and  I am in my chair with a blanket, and I am writing until my hands tell me it's time to stop for real.