I gave my card to someone tonight, and as it left my hand I thought "Holy shit, I haven't posted in a long time!" Waaaaaaay. Toooooo. Long.
Life gets in the way sometimes. Since my last post, I have packed up all my belongings----shall I go on a tangent about how I have become a hoarder? I then moved all belongings exactly one mile into a new-to-me house. I am almost done with unpacking all these things, most of which I have grown to hate (or at least question) in the last month or so. That said, there is a grand transformation that takes place when one moves into a new abode. The nesting inclination is a little like The Force. Or a bad rash. It leaves its mark.
I bought cat xanax in the form of air freshener to help my cats adjust to the new house. $50. I do not want to examine this purchase too closely.
Since I no longer have a fenced-in-yard, I spend an alarming amount of time walking dogs and picking up poop. This makes me realize that my previous yard must have been....okay, I do not want to go there either. Literally.
It absolutely makes my day when I take the dogs on their evening walk, and glimpse the small herd of deer who graze in a yard that backs up to the greenway. We regard each other with equal fascination each time. And each time I walk away smiling. I think they walk away confused, wondering what the hell that idiot woman is smiling about.
And then, there is lupus....its own full-time job. Trying to balance nesting with resting is challenging. Benlysta infusions wipe me out a little for a day or two. It would be difficult to hate prednisone more than I do, and I am glad that I only have online classes to teach this summer. It's just A LOT to deal with, and the way I deal with most things is to make art....and I haven't been able to. But I see the light at the end of tunnel; the number of boxes left to unpack is in single digits, and unless I fall into a sleeping beauty-like stupor, I should be back in the saddle soon!
