Catching Up
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still here
been hella busy though. Holidays kicked my booty. Will catch up this weekend.Thanks for keeping tabs. xx,me
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welcome back to the end of the year
It’s that time. It’s that time AGAIN, I mean. Isn’t it? Why do I not feel like shopping, decorating or baking? What shall we do about that? I think it’s because I’m still catching up from the weekend, where I did some awesome work with a group of women on personal power and transformation — which soulds like Magick but isn’t. It’s more about believing in yourself and knowing you are strong than about fairy dust and magic wands. Not about fairy dust at all, actually. Love, though. Lots of love. Anyway. Good weekend. Busy days ahead…
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the man
The Man is managing as well as can be expected after surgery. That means bandages, pain meds, ice packs and difficulty sleeping. Our good friends Mike (P’s best man) and Jeannie came over today to feed us, bring us beverages and provisions and bags of ice (thank you, thank you!). Jeannie also kicked my patoot around the living room and made me finish opening the wedding gifts. She made me take them out of boxes and put them away, or into the dishwasher. She organized all the cards. There is just one pile left now, and she’s coming back tomorrow (eek!). She also discovered several hundred dollars worth of checks…
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super quick post
…to say P’s rotator cuff and knee surgeries went well, though it was a hella long day, and though it is high time to go to bed, we have a little more med and therapy to attend to. But all is well. Praise Jah.
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operation!
Take out wrenched ankle! Remove bread basket. Take out funny bone. Ha. Ha. Ha. Today = Patrick’s knee and shoulder surgery, which makes him the one-legged, one-armed man for a month or so. Prepare the sponge bath! But, he says, after this repair job, he will no longer swim in circles. He will swim in straight lines. And throw like a champ. Do handstands and knee bends. Well, maybe. As long as he’s not in pain in these two spots and can do what he likes, that’s all that matters. And all is well. But still — (surgery) makes me nervous. You know me. Nerves, always. So I’m having my…
