Archive for November, 2014

Too Many, Too Varied

“Yanno, I have been trying to come up with a blog theme about why I haven’t blogged, but the reasons are too many, too varied, and likely to make me sound crazier than I am. And that’s saying something.”

That was a text response to a friend last month when I told her I was bored out of my mind and she suggested, among other things, blogging. To her credit, she didn’t suggest writing. I luff her.

The reason I haven’t blogged might sound like a bad country song, but I’ll give it a shot. My dog died, which seriously broke my heart, then my health went to hell, and shit got real pretty damned fast. I didn’t go sky diving, or Rocky Mountain climbing, and I certainly didn’t go any amount of seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu. But six different doctors later, I did go Blue Ridge Mountain climbing in search of a troll habitat, and would have taken a zip line run if I wasn’t such a cheap ass.

I spent time with my daughter, who has grown up way too fast. I helped my husband make a major move with his hobbies, and finally reclaimed my sunroom which had been his man cave. I got involved with rescue dogs, but found it hurt my heart too much to continue at that depth. I tracked a feral kitten for ten solid days, finally catching it with the help of a laser pointer–and found her a wonderful home. I indulged my addiction for used first edition books and built an entire wall of shelves to hold them, all my myself.

I learned that not all doctors call you on Labor Day to give you bad news, just a minor heart attack because who does that?

I learned that the word benign sounds lovely on the tongue, but don’t ask me to pronounce pleomorphic adenoma because people look at you funny when you try.

When I look in the mirror, the scar on my neck isn’t so bad after all. Most of the time, I don’t even notice it.

Most importantly, I’ve learned to slow down and take care of myself and my family–because if I had continued to let that lump on my neck go untreated, it could have been a whole different story.

So, that’s where I’ve been. Fear not, my dear immortals and supernatural creatures still bang on the inside of my skull crying to get out, I’ve just learned to ignore them a little more.

Especially when there’s a book sale.


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