I haven’t posted in almost 2 months. Honestly, it isn’t that I haven’t had anything to say. I’ve just been busy with other things — like work — to take the time. The other reason is that everything I wanted to say I thought was private. So even if I posted I would have made it a private post.
But here I am now. Lots to say and nothing to say. My mind is racing around at 100 mph right now. Here’s a clip:
I’ve lost almost 40 pounds since May.
My uncle died. I feel surprisingly lost about it although we weren’t very close.
I’ve been listening to some good music and there will be a blog about that.
I “discovered” the author Tana French and I thank my friend Joan J. for recommending her (years ago) and I thank myself for finally reading such a great murder mystery.
It’s REALLY STINKIN’ COLD OUTSIDE!
I wish people would stop crowding out Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday and my friends are already all about Christmas. I saw a meme recently that had a turkey talking to Santa and saying something like “hey, fat man, wait your turn!”. Loved it.
I drove to just north of NYC last week and drove by the old homestead. I don’t miss it. I DO have warm feelings about my childhood there though. Even though I got beat up fairly often I think.
I’ve been doing energy healing with a fabulous young man and boy am I learning a lot. So much better than therapy. I find it draining on the day it happens though. All I want to do is curl up with a book and a cup of tea afterward. Sometimes I have to go back to work though. Ugh.
I haven’t been to the gym since last week and while I miss it, I have no energy to go.
Besides I have a Beaujolais Nouveau party to attend tonight. Yeah.
I really need to get to yoga again.
Started taking an Italian class. Just finished week 3. Really stretching this old brain. Io mi chiamo Suzan.
I loved having my mom here last month and going apple picking with her.
I loved seeing my dad for a few days even if it was because of a funeral.
I love my new vintage coat. It’s beautiful. It’s warm. It is so very me.
T minus 44 days until my 54th birthday. I often ask myself “when the hell did I get here?” but I’m glad I did.