- Yesterday was the last day of Christmas. Good old Wikipedia on Christmas gives me a good overview of Christmas and the holiday calendar. Yesterday was the last day of the liturgical Christmas season, Epiphany. It’s also a traditional day to take down the decorations. At our house we’ve been known to leave the decorations up until the Geezer’s birthday in late January. We both love our Christmas trees. Not this year. After several years of a worktable in the dining area, I long to see what a table looks like in that space. We are taking the decorations and lights down today.
- Google tells me that it’s Charles Adams 100th birthday today. I loved his cartoons when I was a kid. G loved the TV show. He even can still hum the song. It’s also the mid-season for today’s television shows. Old favorites can disappear with little notice, and new shows like “Person of Interest” can vanish with the wave of a number cruncher. G and I have become caught up in this show, and it seems to be doing well. But how can we tell? We are just the audience. We wait for it to stop reruns and return with bated breath.
- Clothes. Oh, the bane of my existence is my wardrobe. Being your standard retired, overweight old hippy with bad feet my wardrobe is a bit limited. I have pants: one dress pair and a couple of others each in denim, grey-green, black, navy blue, tan, and brown. I have t-shirts and turtlenecks that will go with those pants, and sweaters that work well too. I’m a solid color girl in a world now swirling in brilliant patterns. My newest volunteer job is as an usher. Not a casual wardrobe there. The guys wear suits, and I’ve gone in search of jackets to go over my solid color pants. After a week of deep searching…including in portions of my closet that are impossible to reach, I now have a turquoise jacket, a lime green blazer, a tweed coat, and best of all, I found a Talbot's silk and wool tweed suit at the fat ladies consignment store. I ought to now be able to mix and match enough to get through the next year.
- Arthur-itus. As I become more intimate with this new friend, I string my days out to avoid its ugly side effects. Pain is not my friend, yet I don’t take prescription pain meds….not after that side effect from the “mild” med the doc gave me. Once a week, I do take Aleve on a day when I work out and go to work. Now days I wear braces on my hands not to contain the carpal tunnel syndrome, but to wrap up the arthritis in my thumbs. I wear compression stockings, when I can get G to help me with the right one, not only to subdue the lymphedema from the graft surgery but also to wrap up the arthritis in my legs. I’m well aware that I’m the least romantic of ladies, but I persevere. Four months ago, I changed much of how I move. For instance, I exercise only in the deep water. No more pounding on my joints. I ride scooters in the stores if they have them. It works. Counting by months, it should be time for another shot in my hip. Not yet. I can still get in the truck, so I should last fractionally longer this time.
- I’ve read you. I’m really enjoying your posts. I haven’t left notes. Oh guilt. I’m so glad to know all of you. I’m so glad you are in my life. Frankly, I think I’m a far better person for knowing you.
January 7, 2012
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