15 September, 2012
OK. Will someone please tell me WHEN it got to be September?
My birthday is scary close. I stopped having fun with those when I moved from Vermont and Larry and I celebrated them for 7 straight days. Kinda like Hannukah. Only ..not. Now, we have Rosh Hasashanna and Yom Kippur right round the bend, literally…. Meaniing another HOLIDAY DAY OFF FOR the bebes.
Yep. Holidays and Birthdays.ANOTHER ELECTION ONLY WEEKS AWAY. WOWZERS. Yes, everyone is suddenly developing opinions about politicians and taking sides.
I find it hard to keep up in general. On good days I try to grab the major headlines and get a few major pieces absorbed. ….Like the recent drama with Mitt Romney’s running mate and the Abortion drama? YIKES. (HEAD FOR ZEE HILLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) And you know what drives me NUTS? President haters. Yes – those people who know NOTHING about the President or his policies, but hate it him because it’s popular at school. Seriously. Ask any 13 – 16 year old what they think of Barak Obama. Chances are, they will have a hate on for him.
Which I deplore. Because you can’t get political for a few weeks every 4 years and call yourself informed. That having been said, GET OUT AND VOTE! VOTE. Do it by mail. Do it in person. Just Do IT.
Yes. I am getting riled up over that topic. I think I am getting aggravated by the smell of cleaning products. (Never thought I’d hear myself saying THAT! Usually if anyone other than ME is cleaning, I throw a freakin party. But moving on….)
Yeah. Moving on.
Life just keeps speeding on by. I started a diary called “How to Slow Down Time.” …YEPPERS! I actually did. That got lost in amongst the bills and hospital records, EOB statements, unopened mail, call logs and emails.
How I wish I were a kid again and able to feel the thickness of the moments, moving in slow motion, every dance, every note, every chore or audition or performance commanding my full attention. I miss the … nuance. That absolute concentration – being in the moment. Moment after moment. (Many might find I am looking back with rose colored glasses…) . My high school drama teacher, Trudi Cohen, (whom I am desperately trying to find, BTW) used to say I was a great actress, but I had to focus more! (I was 13, ok?)
These days, it seems my attention is split between all the medical stuff I tell you about in my blogs and vlogs, and in the news you get, the news I read, the books I chew through and my recovery…. between the physical therapy-slash-TRAINING I am doing and the fundraising efforts about which I refuse to lose hope……..though I feel a little bleak, between you and me, given the fact that an article just came out in the GREENWICH TIMES about me (Hi. Small Paper. RICH CITY.) What’s worse????????? MANY of my RELATIVES LIVE THERE.
Feeling a bit dissed here, people.
Seriously. I am.
But moving on ……… I can’t get too glum. I have hope. I have to.
SO I am busy ………recovering. Which some days means HAVING to let myself sleep when I really want to be DOING.
Between texts and calls and Social Media en Masse. (I am presently obsessed with “Instagram” and burnt out on “Words with Friends”.)
…How do people keep up?
Speaking of ………. I just missed a ton of my friend’s birthdays. Yes, the Jewish guilt is kicking in in full force. lol
Sorry Guys! I’d blame missing your special days on the VD but that has to be getting old. (Vascular Dementia, for any newbies). It’s true, but still… Must be hard to hear over and over and over. (Kind of like being close to me! Having to say the same things over and over and over because I forget. AWKWARD!!!!!!)
So. I just wanted to say HAAAAYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
I am in an okay mood at the moment and pretty perky. I might be a bit high on fumes, as Brandon, 13, decided that spraying LYSOL (to which I am violently allergic) would be a good way of convincing me he’d cleaned the house (HA!). But other than that ey chun…….. really. Things are okay. I mean, I’ve been on a nearly two week pain bender and that blows REALLY MASSIVE MONKEY CHUNKS. Hideous, really.
But at this exact moment in time, my pain medicines are working and I feel ……..oh ——-KEVIN just opened the door to my room and HI. Brandon is standing in the hall. And I’m sitting on my bed, typing this, with my bathrobe open. (WHAAAAAAT? I was about to get OUT of it!!!!! Sh*t.)
See, I am supposed to be taking a bath right now. It’s got essential oils and Epsom Salts in it. For me! For my pain.
For the pain.
…Which is coming baaaacckkk!!!!!!!!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrr——really? Yes. The magic 4 hour mojo is wearing off. SUPER. NOW I really, REALLY need that bath.
…….I’m just gonna skulk on into the loo, now, where my tablet awaits me (on a stool, out of reach of the water, don’t worry!) and my Eve Dallas novel comes to an end. I’m gonna drop the robe, and gingerly step into that steaming ……….tepid water..
Buzzkill. But fixable.
——————-What IS IT with me and getting “caught” starkers, anyway?
—-Happy Saturday Night, America. Happy …Night, World.