I wasn’t able to do a TToT last week. Remember this ? Well it turns out it was a bigger deal than I thought . Since it happened I’ve been passing off my condition as the flu, but in reality it was an internal injury from the accident. I’ve had one procedure and am waiting to talk to a surgeon, who knows me from a previous situation (or 3), in another week or so. I’m hoping that gives me enough time to heal a bit more and thereby avoid surgery. I may not be particularly happy and in fact am quite pissy, but I am grateful… that things aren’t so bad that it became an emergency, as it has in the past, that my docs are aware that I can’t do it all at once and have held my other treatments for the past two weeks to let my stomach calm down some, that my car has had its passenger side and front end replaced, and it now looks like this. Yes, it was the miracle man mechanic, and he did it for a song by comparison to other estimates I received. I am so grateful to have met he and his wife. They have a new puppy and a bit of trouble collecting from deadbeats… so they’ve posted a new sign…
I think I may have mentioned in the past that I have a dog. His name is Doug. He is pretty old and will in fact be 16 next month. He has a dementia issue now in his advanced state, and he seems to be losing his sensibilities as we speak. It makes me sad when he has increased difficulty with finding his way out the door, and he becomes anxious at times . I am grateful for Doug on all counts. I am grateful for anxiety and dementia meds. I am also soooo grateful for his veterinarian who checks in via texting almost daily when Doug doesn’t feel well.
The Reverie book launch was this week! Today (the 10th) through the 14th will be a free download of the first edition at Amazon Kindle. I mention it, as I was privileged to be included! It’s a rather atypical poem for me in that it’s rather angsty, but you should go get yourself a free copy of the book either way! I’ve also been doing the OctPoWriMo over at the Bards where I share a space with the favorite Brit. Those poems are sufficiently silly, mine, not Lizzi’s. For example:
My cockatiel is eggbound and she can’t be left alone.
My shower caught fire and I had to leave my home.
My Uncle came to town, though he’s been dead for seven years.
My allergies are awful and I just broke down in tears.
I saw a hairy spider in the back seat of my car.
I have to help to skipper a New York garbage barg.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of my first smoked cigarette,
I’m dreaming up a list of other things that I regret.
I know it seems I’m making up some silly alibis,
but I’m not. I just can’t write today.
I mean, why would I lie?
Also of some serious significance this week is that LISA @ THE MEANING OF ME… has won the UNCHARTED CONTEST! Tell her what she’s won! Well, Lisa has won a signed copy of Richard Hoebel’s photography book, Blue Hill Herons for this little piece of genius:
*Thanks to everyone who entered, and there will be a new contest up soon (like it or not)!
I’m continually grateful for the support of real time and blog friends. I am also grateful that the great unsticking of 2015 is still in place despite health and life circumstances. I will catch ya’ll up later. Have a great day.