It’s been a long time since last Friday. Surely, I have had more happen in the last week than a weeks worth.
Last week Tia called me and told me that someone from my past had died. We start dating very young in West Virginia, so I was only twelve when I “fell in love” with Joey Colbird. His mom loved me, she came to teach an art-class to my sixth grade class and the next thing I know, I was “dating” her son Joey. He was 14, I felt grown! It was a short lived romance, but none the less. He was my first boyfriend. He died this past week of an overdose and I am sad, and I am so sorry this happened and his mom’s heart I know is hurting.
My middle grandson Cruz was diagnosed with Autism this week. He is just a precious baby, doesn’t talk too much. He walks around with two bottles, one to carry and one to drink from. He doesn’t seem to have any plans of giving them up. He reminds me of me, he can fall asleep anywhere. He sleeps standing, sitting or where ever he closes his eyes. The thing is, I think he is perfect just the way he is.
Last Friday I had dinner with two of my closest friends, and I am thankful for healthy friendships! Vegetable lasagna YUM!
Saturday, I woke up with a horrible outbreak of acne, I felt 13!!! Plus I had a horrible cold. I slept until NOON and I never do that!! I guess I I should never say never…but that’s kind of oxymoronish!
Sunday, I felt so much better after 2 gallon of ginseng tea, homebrew as my Grandfather used to call it. I had some work done on my car, and then picked up my friend Shan from North Carolina for a day of fun… I picked her up at the Double Tree Hotel and off we went in my little red Toyota.. (sounds like a Prince song right?) I don’t know what happened after that, other than I was driving and needed to move over to the left lane and the car behind me was not giving me space. So I had to cross 2 lanes of traffic and could not stop, so I somehow managed to drive through 3 lanes of head on traffic… where cars where coming head on..
There is no exaggerating to it, it’s like we just went invisible and missed all the cars. Once we got through the red light I had to stop driving and thank god.. I know god was driving my car for me that day. Shan and I were both very calm afterward, but decided on coffee.
Starbucks was the place to go and lords knows we found some muscle dude to laugh with. He had arm muscles as big as my thighs, and well let’s just say.. that is SAYING something. I am sure he thought we were nuts, as I held onto his arm and said hey Shan feel how hard this is.. Oy Vey… I am so naive sometimes.
Onto beading class. I started on a Goddess Patterned Peyote Stitched Bracelet and Shan made sparkly earrings. We had so much fun but had to leave early enough to get her to the airport, and I missed her before I could get back to I-95. Shan is a doll and a real life friend that I adore.
Monday I worked and then beaded that evening.
Tuesday I worked and then off for Tuesday Tea Talk…Oh yes, at 7 years post op, I am not ashamed to tell you.. I go to therapy. Let me tell you, a non-judgemental therapists, that listens and hears is better than a tummy tuck, a breast lift and a years worth of manicures and pedicures. I’ve decided a good therapist is like a massage therapist for our emotions. God bless them! I feel like in the last few months I have really rounded some corners in therapy! There is a little injured child in so many of us. Therapy has helped me have the strength to go back and feed her and nourish her.
Wednesday morning Tia called again..this time it was my dad….My dad was cutting wood and fell with the chainsaw running and cut his leg. My dad is stubborn and fought going to ER and watched himself bleed… 19 stitches and 2 days later, he said he was a good patient!
Thursday work and beading in the evening!
Today work and then me time..Life is good!!!!
Sometimes, my life almost seems normal now. Like I didn’t even have surgery. I focus on healthy foods and exercise. I devote my life to things that feel good and make a difference in my life and in the humanity of all people. I haven’t forgotten where I came from, and I still remember the hurt injured me. I am much kinder to myself..