5/8/14
I woke up from a dream this morning with some words ringing in my brain saying “that a Sagittarius is subtle is an oxymoron.” What??? Where did that come from? Who knows. Dreams are strange.
I started physical therapy the other day on my regular doctor’s recommendations. I’ve never done physical therapy before. When I got there, I immediately recognized it as a place I had previously taken my mother. Then as I sat in the waiting area, an elderly, white-haired lady came in with a younger woman, presumably her daughter. And looking at this lady sitting all neat and prim in her chair with her cane in her hand – it hit me like a brick – I could’ve been looking at my own mother. And it sort of shook me up. By the time the therapist came out to get me, I was fighting tears. Five years and will the pain never go away?
My answer to that is, probably not. I don’t think anyone ever fully recovers from losing their mother. Here’s one woman’s thoughts whose sentiments I share. Fear And Grief: ‘When You Lose Your Mother, You Also Lose Your Childhood’.
As for physical therapy, they want me to go 2 or 3 times a week. I am already seeing an acupuncturist and a chiropractor 3 times a week; how in heck am I supposed to do all this? But whatever it takes to get well and functional again.
And lately I’ve been thinking again about my “Bugwump” story. And instead of writing it as a memoir, I’ve been thinking more and more that I might write it as a novel. That was my original plan, in fact. And at least one draft had the main character named “Alice.” I could write it still in first-person and still make it my story, with real facts, etc., but it gives me a little more freedom if I write it as a novel. And what never occurred to me until now is the relevance of the name “Alice.” First of all, the story is going to be a sort of “wonderland” type of tale, and also, my sister told me not long ago that she has always connected “Alice in Wonderland” with me. Interesting. And perhaps one of these days I will begin working on it again.
And it also seems I have a new picture book to work on. It just came to me one day recently and I wrote it down – envisioned the pictures and went out and bought some gold paint for drawing a tree with golden leaves. It is all there – just waiting for me to do it.
But it’s work, work, work – and pain. Running to this doctor or that every darn day. I want my life back!
Digital “Liteacy” Packet
And finally, on another topic – my son is no longer a student with the Academy of Arts and Sciences. Apparently, they cut him loose a couple of weeks ago for failure to turn in any work. Nice of them to tell me after it’s too late to do anything about it. I should’ve known something wasn’t right about this school when they sent me the “Digital Literacy Packet” for him to do – with the word “literacy” misspelled.
So – back to square one on the schooling front. What do we do now? I’m being threatened of being reported to the DA for truancy! Sheesh, nice people. Dalton finally agreed to go forward with this instead of trying to start summer break early only to find out he can’t. And school is so close to being done for the year, what chance do we have to get him in anywhere else? And it makes me neck and shoulder hurt just thinking about it!
Oh what I wouldn’t give for an easy, stress-free life!
(Onward and upward…)