Sunday, August 30, 2009

Hip Hip Hooray!

After many long months of putting off what needs to be done around here, because of the pain in my hip, a sweet friend - one of my daughter's schoolmates - is helping by cleaning up my house. I am so very grateful for her help today. At last I will be able to enjoy my home again.

This young woman is a hard worker with a gift for clearing out and cleaning up. As I realised I needed help, she was the person I knew I would ask. I don't mind paying for the help, and I hope I am paying her fairly.

I am delighted that she is here with her very beautiful daughter making the place look livable again. And now I will be ready for my covenent group to meet here in a couple of weeks. All I have to do is keep up with it.

On a stranger note, I found myself recently volunteering to teach the youth Sunday School class at church. I like my church and the many nice people who have become friends over the years. I needed that church when I first found it, and it needed me. This summer I visited another church several times; but it didn't need me as much. I like it, too, and it will be where I go whenever something happens where I am.

So my big plan is to engage the kids in a large project. I hope to get permission to paint a mural in one of the Sunday School Classrooms. I hope the kids will give input on this, and help come up with a design. It is an ambitious project, and needs permission from the trustees. I think it could be just the thing to juice up our youth program. Now I need to research murals and learn more about creating one. Anyone have any advice?

Monday, August 24, 2009

Good News, Bad News

After more than eight months of constant pain in my hip, today I saw the specialist who pronounced my hips as being in excellent condition. The culprit, it seems, is the "badly arthritic back." I guess I should be glad this debilitating pain is not in my back. As it is, it keeps me off my feet.

The doctor, in a fit of something (!) found it necessary to point out that I am overweight. He must think I don't have a mirror and have never seen a doctor before. This is after the hour and a half beyond my appointment time that I was kept waiting. I finally lost it and went to the receptionist and told her, "This is outrageous!" I can't believe he thinks a "sorry" can excuse such an inexcusable situation. Everybody knew I was upset about the excessive wait. This sucks.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Happy Birthday, Baby Girls

Our twins are two years old today, a;nd as much a miracle today as the day they were born. Beautiful and smart and sassy and funny -- they are the quintessential two-year-olds. Erica seems like she is the more studious (if a two year old can be called studious!) of the two, while Megan is funny with a quick sense of humor for a child so young. I cannot imagine life without both of these charming little girls.

They are a constant blessing and joy. Conversation with these little girls seems to consist of announcements. "Yaya!" "Ack!" (Jack), "Daddy!" "Bunny!" The identify everyone in their world and associate me with every dark colored van they see, according to mom. It makes me feel so special...

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Another One Bites the Dust

I guess by the time a woman reaches my age and is still single, either she is way too picky or all the reasonably good ones are gone.

I do get lonely, and often wish I had someone in my life. A person I had been seeing I am seeing no longer. He had no interest in what makes me tick: that would be my writing or my art, or my fabulous grandchildren.

The man who is right for me will be interested in me. He will want to get to know me better through my writing and my artwork, he will want to meet my grands. He will want to be in my life.

I already had my time with him, and am sorry that it didn't last. We were together about 3 and a half years, and that was some time ago. I often think about my first divorce and I have regrets. It is too bad he was too stubborn to tell me he was wrong. I know there was a moment there that he wanted to get back together.

So, I regret missed opportunities. And I regret all those damn toads I have kissed along the way.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Wannabe Writer Is Inspired

This was my big, expensive, extravagance. I decided at the last minute to attend the PNWA Writer's Conference, and due to the immobilising heat, I elected to stay at the Hilton. Too expensive, and way too much walking for my poor hip... And a last minute decision to attend the conference included the opportunity to pay extra to attend.

Wow. I'm not sure it was worth what I paid. I am sure, however, that I came away from the conference knowing more than when I arrived, and I have a story pitch I am working on. A short novel geared toward preadolescents, dealing with young boys whose dads are at war.

I'm really writing it. That is a lot more exciting than one may realize. It is exciting for me to be making the transition from wannabe-writer to writer.

The conference was good for me.