It’s amazing how quickly your house goes downhill when you're sick. It’s surprising how your body, when it is not in the best of shape – be it illness or decay - can make a simple task like moving a dish from the table to the sink and from the sink to the dishwasher impossible. It’s astonishing how quickly every table top and counter top and desk will become covered in random paperwork and mail and tissues, dishes, trash and general crap that shouldn’t live there but does when you’re not well. And it is utterly astounding how dog hair and dust and rug fuzz can multiply until it drifts into corners and under tables and behind doors, growing into stuffed animal sized balls of gross. All this is disappointing to see the morning after your body stops burning with temp, the room stops spinning when you move and you start to feel human again. All of this, while overwhelming at first look, will be tackled today. The tabletops will be cleaned, papers will be recycled or filed, tissues will be trashed, vacuum will be brought out to chase dust bunnies. I might even attempt a load of laundry or two. Yeah, I just remembered there are no stairs to the basement so that’s not happening. But the other stuff, that will get done today, slowly and steadily. But the number one item on the list will be the toilet. Because, when your body gives you not choice and demands that you crouch at it’s feet, it is quite horrifying to not remember when the last time it - and I'm speaking about the toilet here - was cleaned. Heck, I can't remember the last time the bathroom in general was cleaned. Ick. Thank goodness for blurry vision while dying. The end.
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Sick. Like in bed, writhing with self pity, skin hurting, body aching, finger typing on phone I forgot to plug in last night cause I'm sick, sick. But this still counts as a post in my every weekday for a year post commitment to myself. Can't stop eating sugar but can write a post while I'm dying! Therapists could have a field day with that... Friendship is a wonderful thing. It ebbs and flows like the tide. Sometimes it rushes up the beach and floods you with love. Sometimes it holds back, it’s waves tickling the shore, letting you know it’s there when you need it. Yesterday I got a wave of love from my friend E - a box filled with Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange, an Owl Scarf and an Owl key finder. Love in a brown box. A box of happy moments that bring her to me as I move through my world of bumps and bruises. Every time I find my keys, which is sadly more often than not, I will think of her as my new Owl key friend says, “I’m here, dumb ass.” A chill in the air will bring a hug from her as I wrap the scarf tight around my neck. And a bad day will turn to sweetness as I shove a slice of Dark Chocolate Orange in my face and think of her. Tiny waves of love, tickling my days and flooding my life with love.
As I write this, another friend of mine is in the hospital. R is the nicest guy around and has been dealt a pretty awful set of cards in his life. But despite that, he manages to bring a smile to each and every person each and every day with a silly joke, story or a delectable morsel of candy. In fact, the day before I found out he was in the hospital, I got a package in the mail from him. Two cans of oranges, two Easter bunnies and a few chocolate eggs equaled a beam of sunshine from R wrapped in a brown mailing package. So I call you on my friends to spread the love today. A card, a text, a phone call, a silly story, a chocolate ice cream cone - just something to show you are thinking of that friend you haven't spoken to or seen, let them know they are on your mind and in your heart. It can get lonely on your own personal island of MeMeMe and it helps to know you are not alone. Make someone feel not alone today. (Chocolate is optional.) We're were about to embark on a new phase of house stuff and both Husband and I were trying to ramp up the enthusiasm for the whole thing and it wasn't working. We were both just dreading the first step. We were actually in disagreement about what the first step should be. And then I got home last weekend and he had taken out the stairs to the basement. Husband had taken the 'first step' literally. Anyway, to get us revved up, here are some before and after pics of our almost finished kitchen and den project. I'm hoping it helps me get excited to do this again downstairs... The Den was a creaky mess! Unsupported floors that rock and rolled when you walked on them. Windows that let in the light - and the snow and the bugs. And that panelling... And the Kitchen - with it's weird flow, lead painted cabinets, mounds of rat poop under the corner and dead beast under the stove. I am SO glad we decided not to just reface the cabinet doors and live with the nightmare beneath them. Come to think of it, I am SO glad I married a man that could make the pictures on the left into the pictures on the right. Yea me for picking the best of the bunch!
Now, if I only knew how to cook... |
AuthorMy name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me Archives
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