November 8: Elections, Full Moon, and Total Eclipse. Wow! Lots of Energy!

I missed the eclipse. Dang it. For some reason (probably my own inability to understand what I read about it) I thought it was tomorrow morning. Although, I do know that the date changes at midnight so tomorrow morning would be Nov. 9th. Not 8th. Talk about stupidity.

I am pretty confident that whatever energy I would have gotten from it, had I been awake at 5 AM today, would still seep into me. Like reiki, you can fall asleep during a session, the benefit to you doesn’t change (unless you are the practitioner! Obviously the practitioner can’t go to sleep!).

I admit to waking up feeling a little strange. Like in some kind of nervous anticipation. I attributed it to the election. With so many close races, among candidates who are diametrically opposed, and are very close in the polls. It’s just scary to think about the direction this country may take. But it may have been the full moon and the total eclipse sending those vibes. I hope so……

I don’t think I want to watch the news today or tonight. I don’t believe they will be able to call these close and oppositional races by the time I am in bed tonight because of all the mail-in ballots (mine one of them). I am grateful that the Tampa Bay Lightning has a game tonight which will preclude me from watching all the pundits make their predictions, because that’s what I believe is all we will see tonight. And hell, we’ve been watching them and reading them for months now.

I just want them to tell me who won, when they know.

I’m so sick of election ads, and texts, and emails. I voted weeks ago. Don’t need a reminder 10 times a day. I wish we were like the European countries, (I think it’s the UK but not sure) that only allow campaigning for 3 weeks. Lord, ours goes on for months and months, and by the time of the election I am so sick of it.

And you know, as soon as this election is over they will start on the 2024 election, 2 years away.

In other news, I am going to my son’s in Colorado for Christmas. He really wants me to come, and it’s my grandson’s first Christmas, so I’m going. But honestly, I told him next time I’m coming when it’s nice there. Like July or August when the weather is close to intolerable here in Florida.

My adorable grandson is now 9 ½ months old, and has his 3rd and 4th teeth coming in, so he’s earning the nickname “drooly boy.” He has learned to say “Da Da Da Da Da” ad infinitum and it’s SO cute. When son or daughter-in-law Facetime me with him, as soon as I say “Hi Lu! It’s gramma!” He breaks into this huge smile, as if he recognizes my voice. Which maybe he does because we Facetime a couple times a week.

This Sunday Dan bought us tickets to see “The Last Waltz”, the story of the group The Band’s last concert. It’s a theatrical presentation, at a theater in St. Pete. I’m looking very forward to it. (It’s also a movie you can catch on Amazon Prime.) It’s a great venue, in a great location. We’re going to dinner beforehand. It promises to be a great night out!

I’m very grateful to have these wonderful things to look forward to. Kind of tempers whatever happens at the polls today.

Love and light to all.

Tampa Dodged a Bullet. I Wish All of Florida Did.

What a difference a day (or two) makes. A week ago we thought, from all the reports then, that Tampa was in the bull’s eye from Ian. Over the weekend they postponed it until Tuesday. Tuesday came and went, as we all were busy prepping. Then Wednesday came and it finally began to look and feel stormy.

Tuesday I went to Dan’s and collected his mother against her wishes, to bring her to my house. My house is not in a flood zone, I have a gas stove, gas hot water heater, and a gas grill. With a generator thrown in for good measure. However, she’s a couple months shy of 96 and didn’t want to leave her home. She really never goes out unless it’s to a doctor appt. So, she is only comfortable in her own home. However, her and Dan’s house are only 6’ above sea level (mine is 22’) and both homes are in Flood Zone A, the most likely to flood zone. Had the storm surge come in as was predicted,at 5’-10’ above sea level the water would have been in the house. So we told her that it’s not an option for her to stay home alone.

Wednesday the storm started ramping up, as was predicted. But the landfall prediction moved south, to Ft. Myers. By Thursday morning, we found that the storm wasn’t coming here, the wind was down to probably about 50 mph. Instead of us having a direct hit, we dodged a bullet. There were a lot of branches and palm fronds down, a few trees fallen over, but nothing terrible. Meanwhile, the poor folks south of us will take months if not years to recuperate. My heart breaks for them.

Tampa Bay and our bay in Gulfport, Boca Ciega Bay, never had a storm surge. The wind must have made a pact with the tide god, because, as it did with Irma 5 years ago, the storm sucked the water out of the bays, and it came back in slowly, with no problem at all. No one in my small town on the water was flooded, the commercial district was dry, it was wonderful

Dan’s mother kept trying to get him to bring her home. But she had no electricity, so no AC, no ability to cook, no TV, no computer. We ordered dinner out, at the Italian restaurant in town which is our favorite, picked it up, and as we finished the power company texted Dan that his power was back on. So we packed up his mother, which is a chore with a 96 year old woman, but got her home, and she was happy to be there.

Thank God, because she was miserable when she was here and he and I both knew it. It’s hard enough caring for someone that can’t get around, and is so easily confused, so argumentative, and just downright mean at times. Not to mention she’s basically deaf, and everything has to be repeated to her, and what doesn’t, only doesn’t because what she hears is half the story and you don’t know she didn’t hear you until she tries to repeat things back and nothing makes sense. I have been trying to find more compassion in my heart all week, but forgive me, I was so glad to see her go. I wouldn’t have done it any different, I mean, I could never have made her go to a shelter, or try on her own to figure out how to get herself to dry ground. I have no problem cooking for everyone, or any of it. It’s just her temperament. It’s frustrating to be trying to deal with her, especially under a stressful situation like a hurricane.

But anyway, we got through it, and I am enjoying having my house to myself again, and Dan is enjoying peace and quiet at his house.

But the people who live south of here….. I feel so sorry for them, I mean the towns down there were flattened with 150 mph winds and 12’-18’ storm surge. That’s 12’ to 18’ above the ground. I don’t even know how many lives were lost. They had so little time to prepare, because until Tuesday, late, everyone thought it was coming to Tampa.

I hope everyone is safe and well. It’s been a stressful few days, but today we were all saying the storm blew summer away, which is a good thing here. Today is was 75°, and fairly dry, not a cloud in the sky. Just heavenly.

Love and light, and many prayers of thanks, and concern going out tonight.

End of Summer Wrap Up

As summer winds down, I find myself looking forward to the cooling down of Florida. Maybe not so many thunderstorms, which occur daily. (Tampa Bay has the most lightning strikes in the country, and it gets wild here in July and August.)

I started a project at home last week. Complete and total. Down to the plaster walls. I took out the ancient bathtub and am having a walk-in shower installed. All new tile, new vanity, lights, fan, toilet. The bathroom needed the attention bad. I’ve been staying at Dan’s because obviously, the house is without a working bathroom for probably another week. I’m so excited about this makeover. My house is 100 years old, well almost. 96 years to be exact. When the contractor took down some of the walls, he found newspapers from 1945 and another from 1938. I assume it’s been done over since then, but a complete teardown.

I started up with physical therapy again for my back/leg/hip issues. The first couple visits were torturous, but now, my third week in, I am feeling better and stronger. The insurance gave me 3 weeks, and I’m hoping I can get 3 more after this. I finally feel like I’m making progress getting the pain down, and feeling stronger every day. I am tentatively going to my son’s house in CO for the holidays, so would like it stronger by then.

My little grandson continues to be the light of my life. He’s the happiest baby I’ve ever known, his face always lights up when son FaceTimes me with Lucian next to him and I say, “Hi Lu!! It’s Gramma!) He has recovered so well from his open heart surgery. He’s experimenting with standing up now, and may be thinking about crawling. I talked with him and his big sister today before sister went to school.

Anyway, life is rolling along here. It’s hot, around 90 every day, humid, around 65% to 75% daily. You can’t sit outside basically. But soon all this hot stuff will blow away, and we’ll have our beautiful FL weather back.

Love and light to all.

Crystal River, Nostradamas, and My AC on the Fritz.

Hope everyone is keeping cool, though I’m guessing not. Florida is often the coolest place on the map these days, we are usually in the low 90’s. Everywhere else is hotter. Seems weird!

Last week Dan and I took a short trip to Crystal River, about an hour and a half from home. It was hot there too, but we had a lovely room at a boutique motel. The grounds were amazing. Beautiful plantings and flowers everywhere. There were so many old old live oak trees, covered with spanish moss. It was just beautiful! We stayed in in the afternoon, because with the heat comes the thunderstorms, and we had a doozie one afternoon. Crystal River is known for being a place you can swim with the manatees, but we didn’t get to. Because it is off-season, the tour operators only run on Fri, Sat, and Sun. But we said before we went that even if we didn’t get to do much it would just be so nice to get away for a few days. It’s a beautiful spot, all kinds of back channels, and islands. Many people come by boat. We thoroughly enjoyed it.

The day before we were leaving I woke up to my air conditioning not working. I got someone to come out that day, and it needed a new blower, which they had to order. It just came in this morning, over a week later. I’ve been staying at Dan’s, because it’s been 85° to 91° in the house since we got back. A little too warm to stay there. But the technician is here now, putting in the blower, so my house may get cooled down soon!! I’m so excited about that. Staying at Dan’s was nice, but it’s nice to be home too. I may go back there anyway tonight, since Dan has an eye exam scheduled for tomorrow and needs a ride since they will dilate his pupils, making driving a little hard!

I’ve been reading Conversations with Nostradamas by Dolores Cannon. There are at least 3 volumes. She did a past life regression on someone that she knew, and the life this person went to was in the 1500’s, where they were a student of Nostradamas. The conversations are fascinating. He speaks through this person she has regressed, which he calls a vehicle. Many predictions that many of us have heard of, but also many new ones. I’m maybe halfway through the 2nd volume.

He wants her to go through all his 942 quatrains through which he makes his predictions, and get them translated correctly. It’s amazing the things he knew. I find it hard to put the book down.

Well, I hope everyone is safe and healthy in this crazy weather. Love and light to all.

A Friend Gets a “Bionic” Eye, and I Need Prayers For My Grandson.

Today I’m going to see one of my best friends who had eye surgery (not cataract) earlier this week. She has macular degeneration. She found out about this surgery from a class she had taken at a facility which helps people with that particular illness to learn how to cope with it. A tiny little telescope is implanted, much like a new lens in cataract surgery, in one eye. It enables her, or will, once it’s healed, to see normally out of that eye. The 2nd day she told me she could see 6 ft in front of her clearly, which she hasn’t been able to do for many years. And it just keeps getting better. She’s thrilled with the outcome.

Of course she has to let it heal, it’s swollen and blurry. And then she has to learn how to use it, and get used to seeing with this eye and the one with nothing implanted. She said she feels very unbalanced due to the differences right now. She’ll be going back for classes in dealing with all this for a few months. But she’s so excited and happy that she can see out of one eye perfectly. I’m so happy for her.

She didn’t want to have any company earlier this week, but called me and asked me to come over today because she obviously can’t go anywhere. It will be fun to see her, we always enjoy time spent together. Very much like minded. She is a constant reiki customer. She can’t really do reiki right now, because she can’t lie on her back much. But I suggested I could give her distance reiki from across the room, that I don’t have to touch her nor does she have to lay down for that. So maybe I’ll do that.

It is so amazing that there is something that can be done to restore her to significantly improved vision. It’s not an experimental surgery, many of these have been done. She needs rides to all her appointments, since she can’t drive (obviously) and the dr is in Sarasota, about an hour south of here. I have volunteered, as well as many of her large circle of friends.

Tuesday, the 5th, my beautiful little 5 month old grandson is having open heart surgery. One of his hearts ventricles is leaning and needs to be straightened out. It’s fairly routine, according to the surgeon. But for his parents, his sister, and me (as well as all their other family) it’s scary. To have a 5 month old is difficult to deal with emotionally. But I KNOW he will be fine. But still, I’ll be really glad when son calls me and tells me he’s in recovery and resting comfortably. The surgery will take about 4.5 hours, and he will be on a heart bypass machine. That scares me too.

He had his pre-op exam yesterday, and all of his risk factors were in the 1% to 2% range. In other words, he really had nothing that made this risky. But I’m writing about this hoping that you might set an intention, say a prayer, do whatever it is you do, for him. He’s such an adorable kid. So I thank you for it, in advance. I’ll update when there’s something to say.

Daniel and I are going to my friends 4th of July cookout on Monday. They live 3 doors down from me. Many of my, our, friends will be there. Then we may try to go to the fireworks our town puts on down on the beach. Seems like a good time is planned. Should help to keep my mind off of the baby’s surgery.

Again, I know he is going to be fine. I just know.

Love and light to all.

The Good the Bad and the Ugly

This past week had so many highs and lows. I would have to say the lows were more plentiful than the highs, but at least there was a little good news, interspersed with the bad.

The good news is that a modicum of a gun control law passed Congress and was signed by the president. It was a tiny bit of good they did there, but it’s a start. It’s something.

I figured I’d go with the good news first because there’s so little of it.

The biggest, saddest, and scariest thing is, of course, what SCOTUS did to women. I can barely find the words to write about it. We’ve been set back 50 years. I’m sure if they could rescind the 19th amendment if they could. And the worst of them, The Dishonorable Justice Thomas, wants to revisit gay rights, and marriage equality, and every other damn right that we’ve fought so hard for.

I hate to use the word hate when it comes to people, but God help me, I hate them for treating all people who are different as 2nd class citizens. And I mean all, like women, and gay/lesbian, of different skin color. I often wonder how Justice Thomas, as a black man in America who grew up with Jim Crow, could arrive at the beliefs he espouses. He once described himself as an “uppity black man” during the Anita Hill hearings when he was trying to be confirmed to the court. I never thought he was, until now. Only I’d leave out the “black” in that description. Just leave it as an “Uppity Man”. Like the rest of those men who sit around grand mahogany tables and make laws with the intention of taking control of women’s bodies again.

Because they are terrified that how they’ve treated us is going to reap them the rewards they won’t like.

Women, and the men who support us, HAVE to get to the polls and elect people who will allow the court to be stacked so we can undo the damage done to us by 44.

And the last bit of bad news was only for Tampa Bay. We lost the hockey game last night, and with it, the Tampa Bay Lightnings chance of being a 3-peat Stanley Cup Champion. We really hoped they could do it, it just would have been so much fun. But the Colorado Avalanche was going for their first Stanley Cup in 21 years. They played hard, they beat Tampa Bay fair and square. I was happy for them, watching the pure childlike joy with which they raised the 130 year old cup, the oldest trophy in sports, over their heads. Soon it will be engraved with all their names, along with TV as was every other member of their team, the front office, the janitors, everyone who contributed large or small, to the victory. It’s the coolest sports moment of the year. All kids who play hockey (of which my son was one for 10 or 12 years) have the dream of winning that Cup, and the ones who actually make it to the pros keep that dream of hoisting that Cup over their heads their whole lives, and honestly many of them play 10-20 years, and never get to do that.

I will leave you on that somewhat high note today. Though I’d have loved it if the Lightning had wond it again, I’m genuinely happy for the Avalanche. As I typed this post tonight, the legendary Tampa Bay Lightning (and Thunder) was crashing all around me, in the biggest thunderstorm so far this season.

Love and light, everyone.


I guess I am the Covid kid. Or, more accurately, the Covid fully grown old lady. I am on Day 13 of this insidious disease. Everyone else I know who got it, had about a week of it, and they tested negative. My last test was this morning, and it was still positive, a nice dark test line. But I was only hopeful but I’m still real tired. So here I am.

How have I been spending my time? Let’s see. Monday Dan had to put his brother in a rehab facility. Not the kind for drugs. He’d been in the hospital with a number of serious issues. He was in for 11 days, half of it in ICU. In order for Dan to get him to the facility, he needed my car, because his brother is a big guy, with stitches from surgery, and an infection in his foot, and is unable to climb up in Dan’s truck. I had to drive over to Dan’s and switch vehicles with him. I was more than happy to escape the confines of my house for an hour or so.

I drove the truck home, and started to turn in my driveway. Keep in mind this truck is a Ford F150, with a back seat and long bed. As I turned into the driveway, I just forgot that I was not in my tiny Nissan Versa and didn’t turn wide enough to avoid scraping the side of the truck with the mailbox. I got out of the car and looked at the ugly scrapes down the passenger side of the truck. I pulled all the way into the driveway, went in the house, and began looking for some wax for the truck. Forget about how tired I was by now, still coughing and sneezing and blowing my nose, and my back hurt because I’ve not been able to exercise or anything that I need to do to continue building the strength in my thigh, back, and hip because I have Covid.

But nevermind, I was only concerned at this point with getting the mess off Dan’s truck, trying to get it looking better for when he saw it. I will admit, it triggered me something terrible because if Dan had been my ex, I would have paid the price for lapse in concentration. Finally I did a little self-talk and reminded myself that Dan would not kill me, or scream at me, or any of the shit my ex would do. I found some wax we’d used on the boat and got a couple rags, and got all the paint off of his truck. It took me at least an hour and every bit of energy I could muster.

I didn’t tell him about it, then. Because he had so much he was dealing with. His brother who was refusing so much of his treatment, and didn’t want to go to the rehab center. In the meantime, Dan was running over to his house (he lives about 500’ from Dan) to take care of everything for his brother. Literally. He was exhausted. I guess his brother realized at some point what he was doing to Dan, and stopped being so contrary. I didn’t tell him until today. He was, in his normal fashion, not angry, very forgiving. Knowing I was still really sick, and probably shouldn’t have taken it upon myself to handle the exchange of vehicles. But I begged him to not take it on himself. I was responsible, and I would fix it.

He’s such a good man. Didn’t flip out, put it on the back burner, and said we’d deal with it at another time. Not now, not with all the stuff going on with his brother. And of course, he still has to care for his 95 year old mother. Who comes with her own set of issues, but that’s another story for another day. And then there’s me, with Covid.

I went out this morning and looked at the truck, and it didn’t look half as bad as I’d thought. Not as big a deal as I thought.

Yesterday my BFF here in town went to the grocery store for me. I was so grateful. She actually gave me the Covid, unknowingly. She’d been over a few days before I got it, had a headache so she didn’t stay long. But, long enough. She kept saying how terrible she felt that I got it from her. And I know she did, but I told her if I didn’t get it from her, I would have gotten it from someone, because by now, I have not been as careful around others as I used to be. She brought my groceries and we sat on the deck for a little while chatting. It was SO nice, to feel well enough to do that, to sit and chat with her. We’ve been talking on the phone, and text, every day. But it was nice to have face to face contact.

It seems that the recovery from Covid can be slow for some of us. I have a weak immune system because of RA and diabetes. So I guess it just takes longer to rid your body of it. I’ll take another test on Sunday. Maybe it will be negative.

I am so glad that the NHL playoffs are on, because the Tampa Bay Lightning are in the playoffs, and they have won the Stanley Cup the last two years. They are going for a 3-peat. I’m very excited about it. Something fun to look forward to.

I am supposed to host our writers group on Sunday, but I think I will push it off for a week. I will probably be negative by Sunday, but still, the effects will be lingering, mostly the exhaustion. I am grateful for the free tests I got from the site, and from Walgreens. I got 16 I have 10 left, I think.

I’ve been reading a lot too. And taking naps. My house is in disarray, for me. Last night I made myself a nice dinner for the first time in 12 days. It tasted good, but it didn’t set well in my stomach immediately. I was happy it tasted good, because Covid really does take your sense of taste and smell. So I was obviously getting better, because I could smell and taste.

I totally missed the full moon eclipse. Didn’t even know about it. I’m glad a lot of people got good pictures and video on FB.

I guess the worst thing about this is that you have to go it alone for as long as it takes. Dan cannot even come over, and I can’t go there. Your friends call and text and chat but it’s not the same. It’s just that you feel shitty, and you just have to stick it out alone.

But I need to stop, this sounds like huge whine and I guess it is. The intention is not to elicit sympathy for this, because I got it so much less severely than many people. I got out of it without a hospital stay, I got out of it with my life. A million people in this country did not. I am grateful. Extremely so.

Love and light everyone.

Yep, I Got Covid

Well….I got Covid. Friday I took a test which was negative. (I was exposed on Wednesday.) Saturday I started with the chills, and a slight fever, so I took another test and it was VERY positive. Two bold lines. So I was at Dan’s, but within an hour of that test I was heading home. By the time I got home and all day yesterday (Sunday) My temp was just under 101°, and I felt like shit. Roaring headache, exhaustion and a lot of coughing.

Just like when I was sick after that cruise at the end of 2019. Which reinforces my belief that I had it then.

The good thing is that I called my dr’s office on Saturday and she called me back, and gave me a script for one of the new Covid anti-virals allowed under FDA emergency authorization. I got it filled Sunday, along with a med for nausea, (because the anti-viral is strong and can make you nauseous, and Covid already does a good job of that) and took my first dose when I went to bed last night. It seems to be helping. No headache today, the nausea was gone, as was the fever. Just exhaustion, and some coughing. I feel lucky. My friend can’t even get ahold of her dr, he doesn’t return her call. Meanwhile, my dr called me twice on Saturday and once on Sunday, and made sure to tell me which drugstore I could go to to get this, because they don’t all have it.

Like I said, I feel lucky. Today I just have what is just like a bad cold. But I will have to stay isolated and quarantined anyway, til I pull a negative test. So I’ll get a few naps, and read some of the pile of books I have, and watch TV. Dan had a negative test today, but it’s only been 48 hours since I exposed him. Hope it stays negative through the week.

I don’t have much to talk about since I’ve been in a prone position for a few days now. I guess I’ll go find something new on TV, maybe make some popcorn.

Love and light, everyone. Stay safe and well.

Things I Am sick Of

I am so fucking sick of Covid. Not that I’ve had it, well, not for sure. I’m pretty sure I had it at the end of December 2019 when I walked off the Norwiegian Dawn in Tampa after a week long cruise from hell. Back then, there was no knowledge that this horrible disease was going to take over very facet of our lives for what is going on 3 years.

Aside from the end of December 2019 through the beginning of January 2020, I have not had Covid. So that’s a lucky thing, right?

Yes it is. Because Covid sucks and I have known too many people who were not lucky, and too many who never recovered. So, please don’t mistake the rancor I have for Covid for glibness.

Now we have this strain that is extremely contagious but doesn’t seem to be so lethal. Way more people get it, way less people die from it. Yesterday one of my dearest friends came over, as she is wont to do, and spent somewhere in the vicinity of 90 minutes. She said she had a headache when she got here, so wasn’t staying long. When she went home, she took a covid test and it was positive. So was her husband. Now, I’ m isolating for a couple days, while I wait til it’s been long enough since my exposure, if I was exposed, to test. Which will be tomorrow.

I’m so sick of this. Sick of my friends being sick, not to mention family. Sick of isolating and quarantining.

Next is rats. I have one (or maybe a few) that got trapped under the house when I had it wrapped with stainless steel mesh around the base last week. Any way it died, or they did, under my deck where it abuts my guest room, and now the guest room stinks, as well as out on the deck so I can’t sit outside. The people who did the exterminating came back and made sure it wasn’t somewhere in the attic. So, all I can do is wait for the f’n thing to finish decomposing, so I can get my home back. I think that’s the last of them, these (or this) trapped ones. I hope and pray. Geezus.

Why am I eating frozen pizza for dinner? I guess because for $6 I can eat a not-very-good pizza, or pay $20 for one that is maybe a step up, but not worth $20. Florida is not the best place to find a pizza. I would give anything to have a New York or Boston good pizza. Last night we ordered Chinese for dinner to eat during the hockey game. It’s the first round of the Stanley Cup playoffs and the Tampa Bay Lightning are tied 1 game each with the Toronto Maple Leafs. The Chinese was better than the frozen pizza.

I came home from Dan’s early today, before noon, because if I do have Covid I didn’t want him to get it. I found out about my friend last night, too late to go home. I tried sleeping on the edge of the bed facing away from him so as not to breathe on him. It worked for the most part. But today when I got home I slept in my recliner on and off for a couple hours. I guess I didn’t sleep as well as I thought.

But really, all is well for the moment. My sick friends are better. Tomorrow I will test for Covid but I don’t think I have it. And maybe the Lightning will win on home ice.

Love and light to everyone.

Lots of Company

I’ve spent the last 2 weeks with family and old friends. First my friends from CT, with whom I’ve been friends for 28 years, since we met when our kids attended story hour at the library when they were 2. It was wonderful to see them, and spend time with them. I hadn’t seen them for maybe 4 or 5 years. They were here for 3 or 4 days. Their oldest daughter and Bruce were born 3 hours apart. And their daughter just told us she’s pregnant, due in October. So wonderful

Then, not quite a week later my younger sis came for a week. We went to breakfast the first morning then headed to our older sisters. Older sis has just moved into a beautiful new house, and is the hostess with the mostest. We got some beach time in, and we got to go to the beach market that takes place twice a week on Coquina Beach on Anna Maria Island. Coquina is, in my humble opinion, one of the most beautiful beaches in the country, if not the world.

We came back after 5 days, and two other friends from CT came for a couple of days. This couple holds such a special place in my heart. They did sound healings twice a month, at least, and I attended almost all of them for about a decade. They taught me everything I know about it. It is/was such a huge part of my life, and led to Dan and I doing sound healings on the beach. But even more important, or at least equally, is the friendship we developed over that decade. I have missed them, and it was just so wonderful to reconnect.

Yesterday everyone went home. By the time they left my leg, hip and back were killing me. We walked a couple miles every day. By the end of the day, I was just looking for a chair or something to sit it, to relieve it. I’m planning to call my dr and ask her to get a few more weeks of physical therapy. Last night I had a very upset stomach. I was going to eat leftovers for dinner from our brunch in the morning but just couldn’t get it down. I slept ok, but not long enough, and as soon as I got up, the stomach started up again. I was supposed to go to a dr appointment this afternoon, which I canceled and rescheduled. I was supposed to go to Dan’s because I haven’t seen much of him for a couple weeks, except when he joined us for dinner.

I have to believe that it was the stress of having so much company in a short time, and perhaps too soon after all the issues I’ve had. And of course it followed being in CO for a month. I spent today in the recliner, trying to rest my leg and hip and not use it for a day, and watched TV. I had a massive headache since I had no coffee today. And I miss my family, and my friends, today felt lonely, too quiet, but I need a break, back to my real life.

Sunday is my writers group meeting, and one of the members has written a short play, a comedic version of MacBeth she calls The Wyrd Sisters. It will be performed, and we’ll have a great time.

A return to normalcy. Now if I can just convince my body. Love and light to everyone.