It's Coming on Christmas

  Ah yes, Christmas, and you see how many posts I managed this past year. Well, if I had anything interesting to tell you, I might have written more. Alas, not much is or was happening. Poor old Aslan has even slowed down and hardly gets in my way at all  more than once or twice a day. 

I could, of course thrill you with my hospital adventures, with various modern machines, cat scans,      x-rays, ultra sounds and of course bloodwork. Apparently, I'm not through yet. Nuclear medicine here I come. Friday, a bone scan is on tap. They give me a needle at 9am then I have to wait for two hours, then they take pictures. Joy oh joy.  My doctor called the same day and everything was okay, which of course is a relief, because Dr. Google scared me half to death.

Below is a sample of how I have spent several wasted hours, when I could have been doing other things, worthwhile things, things that need to be done if I could do them. Actually I was watching Brit Box on my laptop while I scribbled. I so enjoy the mystery shows. So well done. They just grab you. I've binge watched Vera, Midsomer Murders, Unforgotten and a host of others. Shetland is great too.

Well, I think I will end this post here.

There is 51/2 hours left in this year here in Nova Scotia.

Here's hoping that 2024 will be a better year for all.

May we take each day as it comes,

find something to be happy about,

care for others who need help,

and try to have your socks match. 😉

Happy New Year

🎉

 

Summer's Almost Gone

                  Aslan doing what he does best. Posing and being in the way.

Well, the weeks went by fast enough, even if I can't move fast. The weeks just race up behind me and pass me by.  I guess it's a sign of aging. The world spins a little faster. 

Facing some health problems, and with my anxiety level in the clouds, I decided that I needed some time off from my responsibilities at the church. I took the months of July and August off, and will start back at the piano the first Sunday of September. Except for Covid, when there wasn't church, I have not had time off in years. I felt guilty the first Sunday, but the 2nd Sunday was okay. My girls were pleased that I had followed through with this. 

I am not keen on driving at night so I no longer hold choir practice through the week. We go over the special before church begins. It works out okay, since we have sung them before. It's not ideal, but it will have to do until someone is willing to take over, but I don't see anyone waiting in the wings. I had my 80th birthday in July, so as much as I wish I could do better, I can't.

It is absolutely dreadful when your mind thinks you can do things, but when you try, your body yells, "No, No, No!!!!!" I get so disgusted with myself. However, I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, one day at a time, as long as I can. 

The captain is a bit of a worry, as well. He's not moving too well, and I am always nervous about him falling. He doesn't say much about how he's feeling, so I need to guess how he is. 

The bright light in my rather mundane life is seeing my granddaughters and my daughters. Since the granddaughters are living in the city now, and very busy, I don't see them as often as I would like, and my daughters are busy as well. I am proud of them for what each has accomplished and are accomplishing. My eldest has taken courses at university and is doing quite well. She does that with farm duties in between. I'm amazed.

Well, I guess I will close this off. I am glad that I finally written here. I think about writing a lot more often than I actually write. Cheers!

A New Year

So here is the dear little kitty inspecting "his" Christmas tree

Needless to say, there are very few decorations on the lower half of the tree.

Especially shiny ones....

The shiny ones are under the couch, the chair, and in the kitchen.

He is such a sweet little guy......

If he couldn't bat the ornament off, her would grasp the ball with both paws and pull down, pulling the string right out of the ornament. He also managed to break a branch. What can I say? He's a pest.

Christmas is over, and I'm glad that Aslan enjoyed the tree.

He was not impressed when I took it down. 

His help was not appreciated.

Now it's the New Year.

I don't know what is ahead for this year.

The last few years have been weird to say the least.

Back to having a choir for the first time since covid started.

Things have changed in the interim, and I have decided that having an evening

choir practice is not something I can do anymore.

Hopefully, going over a song before church will work. So far so good.

Between the fibromyalgia, arthritis in the spine and hips and the vascular disease,

life for me has become a bit of an effort getting around.

I'm hanging in though.

Going to try to keep a bit of a blog. I didn't do very well last year.

Just some odds and ends. My laptop has suddenly decided not to recognize my phone, so pictures are not going to be easy.

Anyway, here's to the New Year and all that it holds for us.

Take care.