Spring Is Bustin’ Out All Over
…and yes, the rumors are true: there really are cherry blossoms on the trees! I saw some today while Will and I were out and about running errands. Now, it may seem weird that I get excited about natural phenomena like this, but when you hate winter as much as I do, every little thing that points toward a warmer, sunnier time is nothing short of miraculous. Today was perfection: blue skies and 65 degrees. It doesn’t get any better than that in late February in my neck of the woods.
But, you don’t read my blog to get the weather report. Yes, I’m a bit elevated and it feels great! It’s been a full year since the last time I felt anywhere near this good with the exception of our trip in December, and that was just pure enjoyment. If I get to feeling like I could jog all the way to Texas and back, you’d better start worrying about me. The only fly in this particular ointment is the irritability…Clark’s cockatoo is about to drive me around the bend with his squaking and the dogs are overly noisy too, which only encourages the bird. Otherwise it’s all good.
Speaking of vacations, I keep dreaming about taking another cruise…it could be to a different place (like Hawaii!!) as long as there are white-sand beaches and crystal clear turquoise waters, but I really would like to see more of the Caribbean. How fabulous are my dreams? I’ll never be able to afford to go again, but I’ve got so many good memories from that wonderful time that they’ll last me the rest of my life. So many people don’t even have that…I’ve been very blessed!
Will is hanging in there. I’m so thankful he has hospice; I’m also glad he’s making use of massage therapy. It’s a real treat for him. Yesterday he even allowed his feet and legs to be massaged, which is something I never thought he’d do. His birthday is tomorrow and he’s hitting the big 6-5, a milestone for sure. Old enough for Medicare, old enough to be considered “elderly”. But I can’t think of him that way, for in my eyes he’s still the handsome 29-year-old I married so long ago.
I’m afraid I’ve become addicted to Coke slushies. My son Ethan introduced me to them awhile back, and on nights when he doesn’t go to Circle K or when the machine is down—and that seems to happen an awful lot—I get almost a craving for the sweet treat, which comes in only two sizes (extra large and 55-gallon-drum). I’m sitting here sipping on one right now. Now I’m so caffeinated I probably be up till 2 AM; worse, I’m probably gaining weight and that’s ALL I need. But theyre sooo good!
Well, I finally get to meet my psych nurse practitioner next Thursday. I’m looking forward to it and dreading it at the same time, not just because I want to tell her not to f##k with my meds but because it means the end to the Dr. Awesomesauce era. I already miss him like sin and wish with all my heart that I could’ve stayed with him. But the end was bound to come at some point, and to be completely honest, I’ve been able to work on stuff in therapy that I never got to with Dr. A because we spent so much time bullshitting. I mean, that whole emotionally-neglected child thing…yes, I’ve talked to Kathy about it and doubtless will get the chance to again. Granted, it’s not Dr. A’s fault that I never said much about my childhood, but there were times he probably should have redirected me when I was holding forth on family issues. Is it disloyal to say that?
I just heard the news about tonight’s Republican debate. I keep hoping that someone will come along and blow Trump right out of his shoes (figuratively speaking) so we can actually vote for a Republican instead of a douchebag, but it sure doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. And I think the end result will be Madame President Hillary Clinton, which for my money isn’t a good thing either. But I have to believe that once the American people realize what a nasty, evil, ugly bully Trump really is, they’ll vote against him in droves. Clinton may have the ethics of an alley cat, but at least she has a little class. I still won’t vote for her though. And socialist Bernie Sanders doesn’t even belong on the ballot, in my not-so-humble opinion. In almost 40 years as a registered voter, I am seriously considering NOT casting a vote for a president this year, as my own personal protest. Out of a country of 300+ million people, how can these three possible be the best we can find to become the leader of the Free World? Now THAT’S a scary thought.
Peyton Manning: I think he should have retired right after the Broncos’ Super Bowl win. Otherwise he risks becoming a laughingstock like Brett Favre of Green Bay Packers fame did, trying to play too long. The dude is almost 40 years old, he’s had a great career, but you always should leave ’em wanting more instead of playing like a shell of your former self.
Anyway, so go my thoughts on a nice spring—okay, make that late winter—night. But even though rain and cooler temperatures are on their way back, those cherry blossoms are still there to remind one that the cold won’t last forever. 🙂