What A Long, Strange Trip It’s Been
Well, the Garage Sale of the Decade is over and we are getting back to baseline (whatever that is), except for the need to box up our leftovers and schlep ’em to Goodwill. While we didn’t do anywhere near as well on Sunday as we did Saturday, the sale was still worth doing, and we have no regrets. I have about five or six new spider bites and my back is sore from lugging stuff in and out of the garage, but all in all it was a decent experience and we met some really nice people in the bargain.
Still, I’m glad Will took down the signs he posted all over the neighborhood. I didn’t put dates on them, just directions and times, and the last thing either of us want is to deal with this again NEXT weekend. The football preseason is starting and I want to stay home Saturday and watch whatever exhibition games are on, and on Sunday I want to go to Mass. We’ve missed it for three weeks running and we need regular infusions of faith to stay strong in our everyday lives.
What a long, hot, strange summer this has been so far. Everything is still up in the air—I have no job, we don’t know when, where, or even IF we’re going to move, the house is a mess. Our closest child and her family are planning to move 130 miles away, which means seeing a lot less of our grandkids. Will is holding his own as far as his cancer is concerned, but it’s still there casting its shadow while I apparently have developed some trouble of my own, and who knows how that will all settle out.
I hate this. But I’m sane, and I’m grateful for it.
It could be so much worse. I’ve been known to decompensate over a hell of a lot less. Yes, I can feel the stirrings of hypomania, but the medications are stronger than the illness now. It’s amazing to walk through the chaos of my life and home and not feel utterly frantic. I loathe uncertainty, and I wish it would all go away and things could be “normal” again. But I’m handling it, and it’s all because I’m not fighting with my disease so much. Dr. A was right…..the mood swings are getting shorter and less severe, and the time between them is getting longer.
In a summer which has offered little to be happy about, this is a cause for celebration. Go me!