My originial purpose for my blog spot was just to put down some of my thoughts. I seldom do that. I usually feel like they need to be fit for publication. Nonsense! These are my personal thoughts, and if they seem silly or unimportant to the outside world, so be it.
I am writing this under the influence of my nightly pain pill. I took it a little over an hour ago, and I am indeed feeling much less pain. What I am feeling is ambitious, and worthwhile, and able, and although a little sleepy, at least fully alive. I usually at this time want to make a list of things I want to do tomorrow, because I am full of ambition and a sense of happiness and usefulness that I only feel in this state. So, if I am slightly high on pain pills, so be it. I feel good right now about who I am, and what I am feeling, and secure, and totally functional. I am quite sure that at some time in my younger years I felt this way much more often than I do now.
I do remember times in my life, during my more productive and ambitious times that I felt I could take on many new projects and new challenges in life, although at that time, I was too insecure about my person ablilities to give them a try. Now that I am old enough to know that "nothing ventured, is nothing gained" my physical abilitiy to actually do them is not within my realm. Physically, at this point in time, I cannot walk for even a reasonable length of time due to my back problems. My stamina is also gone.
But, during these times of high wishful thinking, I am thinking I would like to drag out the sewing machine tomorrow and sew up at least one quilt block, or trim off the ones that I cut out wrong. I would like to finish the two letters I still want to write. I want to pull out the vacuum and at least cover the living room floor, and perhaps dust the area involved. But, I know that I will do the things that have priority on my mind. Start the pork in the crock pot, calculate what is in my checking account, and make changes to the banking situation if need be. I would like to also go to TOSH and get in a little maintenance time, buy cigatettes and hamburger buns, and get all things to Marilyn's house by 2:30. Then I will probably focus on reading as much as I can while I am there, and water the tomato plant, and feed it.
I like my new neighbor, Tina. I wasn't sure I would to begin with. She seemed a little weird to me when I first met her, but the more I talk to her, the more I like her, and appreciate her. I gave me a beautiful plant today, and she has been working on my landscaping for the past week, and she is so good for my sense of self.
I am happy that I helped Julie out today. It made me feel really good about who I am. And I am happy that she suggested the things to help my constipation problem. I went right out and bought grapes, and raisins, and prunes. And I think I am feeling better. At least emotionally.
It sounded good to hear from my beautiful daughter this evening. She is so special to me.
I'm not enjoying the crocheting as much as I want to. But, I will plug along. Perhaps I will finish all the black squares first, so that I can get them out of my way.
I wonder if I can change my hair appointment to a different time. It can't hurt to try. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I want to mark all my September events on my September page of the calendar tomorrow. Maybe I will feel more like I DO have a real life.
I should be going to sleep soon. Heaven fobid I mess up my sleep schedule.
