Age Appropriate

Dear Carrie…….

Here are a couple of bits to start your morning off……..one friend sent me a link to this quilt……..

Faces of the WTC Quilt

And of course, thanks to ANON1965 we have knowledge from the Holiday Insight site that February is Canned food month among other things.

And thanks too for the note on my journal……..

If I didn’t react so very badly to any form of downer, life would certainly be less frazzled. My back is certainly vastly better, but I can do nothing but doze. Even attempts to leave you a note has taken eons of time and struggles with the keyboard. (As a result I will be changing names to protect the innocent and using this as my journal entry for the day.) I’m down to three days of pills now, and I am determined to take them all….but it has been a truly awful experience.

We did not had the kind of day yesterday that encouraged staying home with a book. Only today did we have any sprinkles at all. Sun yesterday, and sun today between sprinkles. I didn’t take my meds yesterday so I could go with G to the bakery and a thrift store or two. We were totally out of bread, one of the staples of my IBS life, and I wanted G to get a blazer so he would have an alternative to always wearing suits at the Symphony. He didn’t mind getting a new coat but was determined to not spend real money on it.

At about our third thrift store, we found a wonderful navy blue blazer….Hart Shaffner and Marx for Nordies: $17.50. It needs one or two alterations, but was wearable as is for last night. Last night was the Flamenco illustrated by using the symphony, dancers from Mexico, a marvelous mezzo soprano, and several guitar solos all to make your feet dance, tap, wiggle, giggle, and hands wave in the air. We had a wonderful, marvelous, passionate time at the old Fox theater for this sold out concert.

Yes, sold out. Everyone to do with the symphony was ecstatic about the size of audience. It appears that the previous night this concert was also played in Mexico. Word of mouth brought in this sold out audience. It was wonderful.

Then I came home and took my meds to lapse back into this totally unthinking, vegetative, truly horrible state. I’m certainly a failure at being a downer drug addict if dozing my days away is the result.

Today we had scheduled some house painting. As I am not safe with a bucket of paint, G will be doing the work and I will be snoring. This pill effect usually wears off around four, so We can go see “In America” then come home to soup, salad, and garlic bread before another pill knocks me out and puts me away for the count. And yes too, they want me to come to work, but I don’t know what to tell them.

“Hello, I’m being totally out of it on anti-inflammatories and you don’t want me to work for you today.”

So I haven’t called them.

The only minor change in my life is my hair.

“I’m sure you want an age appropriate hair cut,” the salon person said yesterday.

“No, I don’t think so,” I replied as scathingly as I could manage. “Nothing I do is age appropriate.”

So I now have a slightly abstract, mini spiked sort head of hair that amuses me no end. I think G likes it. He grins every time he looks at me. Amazing curls too. Think of all those years I had straight hair and now I sport curls.

I need to go sleep now before I fall on my face.
With much love…..

Yer, Georgette