wotthehell, wotthehell
"this is the song of mehitabel
mehitabel the alley cat ...
she claims that formerly her spirit was
incarnated in the body of cleopatra ...
and now she herds with bums"
-archy
[archy and mehitabel by don marquis ©1927]
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Actually, I haven't been herding with anybody lately, except DH and G (my care worker).
I came home on Sep. 1 and here I sit, alone, again, naturally.
I have made it to my Sorority meetings this fall, and to my doctor appointments; and on occasion to the grocery store - other than that I don't get out much. I don't go anywhere, I don't do anything.
We had a nice Thanksgiving here; we were joined by my brother and G and her son and his girlfriend.
I don't know if we are going to do this again for Christmas or not. I would like to, but DH doesn't seem much into it.
I just hate to see another holiday go by where we don't celebrate. It sux. We used to do them up so well. Decorations galore ... but no more. My life has shrunk too far as it is. Funny thing is, once he does get out, or do something, he actually admits to having enjoyed himself. Maybe I will push him into Christmas dinner, kicking and screaming. We'll do a ham dinner this time. I will have to call my brother tomorrow to see if he is up for it.
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As of Thursday I am now a wound clinic graduate! It has been a very long, arduous 15 months. One year+ that has set me back 34 years - to the start of my MS journey. Unable to move.
Heartfelt hugs and oceans of caring.
ReplyDeleteThis is a too familiar story.
Perhaps, like Mehitable, we need to be 'tojours gay'.
Fingers and toes crossed we regain some of it.
I wish I lived a few blocks away. I know I could probably make you laugh a bit. Stop by and bring you cookies or something. ((hugs))
ReplyDeleteYour soul can still celebrate, even if your body or those around you cannot/will not.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to know someone still reads me even though I post so rarely; I assume you are getting prior notice in your inbox, as I do. That's where I pre- screen comments for spam.
My brother called today and said he was bringing the Ham; we will be making au gratin potatoes, and holiday jello, and a vegetable I guess. Thanks for taking the cheap way out big brother! Bring the rolls this time too, please.
To be fair, I don't think he is thinking clearly these days; his wife is in a rehab facility for a broken hip, and they then found she was agitated because she was in pain. They did an x-ray and found that her hip was dislocated. So no wonder she was in pain. By the third operation, they finally got things right. But she's 83, has rapid onset dementia, and my brother doesn't want to let her "see the light." He is having a very hard time with this.
So, since O started this reply, several days ago, my DH went upstairs and brought down all sorts of Christmas decorations. Our living room is a mess with memories of Christmases past. All's well that end's well.
Webster