A lot of days, all at once

Well, somehow—definitely through no fault of my own— yesterday’s post was simultaneously deleted and combined with another draft post.  I can imagine how grateful you are to learn this. My apologies if this post sounds as messed up as it looks. I’m having both personal AND Word Press issues.

But that leads to now. Now, the time when I’m supposed to be packing for the weekend, and taking the dog to my mother’s, and changing sheets.  Tell me you do this? That you have to return to clean sheets after even a couple nights away from home? Because I do, and I don’t think it’s weird at all.

So I have Thursday’s post, and some random draft post with a picture, and possibly Friday’s post, which is random in itself.  I don’t want to skip any of it, so now’s probably a good time for a glimpse inside my head. If this sounds awful to you, hit the X and move on. I understand.

Last night I went over to my Grandma’s house to help her with some Christmas decorations.  She can’t get around as well these days and reaching those boxes on the top shelf is really a job for me anyway. Besides, she made spaghetti and I’m so good at doing work for home-cooked meals that I’m considering working that skill into my resume.

A drawback to me being the one pulling down boxes is that I have no idea what I’m looking for, and when Grandma says “it’s the white box about the size of a sleigh and reindeer” I, surprisingly, haven’t a clue what that is.  Exactly what size box do you suppose would fit a sleigh and reindeer? Luckily, Grandma is familiar with my sarcasm and when I tell her that she’s just going to have to live without the sleigh and reindeer this year because they’ve up and moved to the North Pole, she just laughs and says “keep looking, sweetie.”

If not for my family and friends being my escape right now, I’m not sure I’d be doing well at all. While I can’t really put my finger on one single part of what’s going on with me, I know that it’s something I have to work through.  So I find these little moments, these times to be grateful and happy during each day, and I hope that they continue. And when things get really heavy, and when I want to run to the bathroom to cry, I’m just trying to take a deep breath and think of how I spent an evening with my grandma, and how blessed I am to be able to do that.

Six days ago, I spent Saturday morning on the couch reading to my nephew. Those were some of the most peaceful moments I have had in a very long time.  The world makes a lot of sense when you’re reading stories to a little boy—your little sister’s little boy.

I have a great photo of this, some of you may have even seen it in your readers today before my earlier post was deleted. But Word Press is doing the equivalent of stealing my lunch money and farting in my face right now, and I can’t post a photo.  If someone has any ideas, I will pay you to help me. I’m not doing so well with anger management right now, so consider this an opportunity to help a woman not run out into the snow cursing her blog to a neighborhood of folks who don’t own computers. 

Friday night, I’m leaving on a quick trip to visit with and cheer on some running friends.  Had I known when I scheduled this trip the place I’d be in right now, not to mention the economic impacts, I don’t think I would have scheduled it. In fact, I  know I would not have.  However, I suppose I can just add this to the list of things we could all do differently could we see the future.  But, here we are and here I’ll go on a plane to see some people that I have a lot of fun with.  And hopefully some of them still like me enough to continue being my friend even if I’m not acting like my usual self.