May 28, 2012

  • Monday Morning

      Another Monday morning and I am so relieved I do not have to be at work for it. I slept a little later after bringing Lora in with us at six. Our good friend Amanda is sleeping on the pull out couch in the living room and I didn't want Ms. LabraDora to give her an early morning wake up call. 

      I've been ruminating about Lyme disease. Watched the extended trailer for "Under Our Skins" and thought for a few minutes that perhaps the diagnosis is incorrect because I don't have the horrible neurological symptoms others have. That thought lasted a short while as I was reminded of the neurological glitches I have: intermittent expressive aphasia. Ringing in my ears. Fasciculations of muscles- just because.  My left eye twitches intermittently. It was worse last week during a jam-packed work week and after the emotional occasion of Skip's death.  It's calmed down for now. I am grateful. 

       Yesterday I re-potted some house plants. I want to work in my raised bed for herbs so very much, but I am reluctant to because of the pain in my hands. They burn, and if I were truly honest about it, I shouldn't be typing this, I should let my hands rest. However, I need to express myself and so typing it is.

      I picked flowers yesterday: Wands of Bleeding Hearts, stalks of Lily of the Valley, a lone pink tulip with black commas inside the flower. Ferns, leaves.  I placed them in a square vase, carefully augured holes into the florist's foam and placed the delicate stems into the openings. They didn't look perfect and I self-flagellated for a few moments. But then I let go and enjoyed the colors of the plants, the crystal level of the water above the foam and the facets of the glass vase. I am a little like that arrangement. Not perfect, but satisfactory even for my flaws. 

    Blessings abound