I am still in a bit of pain, which means there are a lot of things I want to get done right now.  No worries, though.  As soon as I’m better, the urge to organize, sand and paint will have passed.

One thing I can get started on soon -whether healed or not-  is to repair all of the broken links from my Movable Type days.  I still have most of the archives and images (remember when I posted one with every entry?) but the links to them were broken during MT upgrades.  I think I can restore them, but it will be time-consuming in the extreme.  Most of you won’t care about being able to read or access them, but I do.  I’m a little OCD that way I guess.

Must also:

• Finish sanding and painting living room and  kitchen
• Sort through all of our clothing and keep/donate/toss it all
• Ditto everything else in the house, room by room, cleaning as I go along so I can:
• Sand and paint rest of the house
• Finish trim work on outside of house
• Repair the cement chinking in the log cabin

• … and I don’t even know, there’s so much to do.

That should take me well into the next century.

I’m trying to blog regularly again.  I enjoy writing, and it’s helpful to write every day, if only a little.  Knowing that I’m going to write something encourages me to really observe what’s going on around me, and also what’s going on in my head.  The best part of blogging for me, though, is you.

I could sit down, open my Word program and just start hammering out nonsense.  But I do that every time I write a paper for school, and the professors’ comments aren’t nearly as interesting as yours are.   You commiserate, you cheer, you encourage, and you help me take myself a little less seriously.  That, my friends, is no easy task sometimes.  Every so often when I settle in to write about the hobgoblins in my mind, I catch myself thinking about your possible reaction.  Imagining your outside viewpoints can be enough for me to gain perspective and figure out how to handle something.  I may or may not post my thoughts afterward, but you should know that you help me even when you don’t realize it.   I’ve learned to pause and take a broader view of people and situations.  When I began to blog all those years ago not only was I sure that my way of seeing was the right way, I simply couldn’t imagine that anyone saw things any differently.  Fellow bloggers soon set me right.  Though I didn’t always end up agreeing with alternative viewpoints (but sometimes I did, and do!), I at least learned that there are other ways to see and experience the world around me.

I love reading your blogs, too.  I like the interaction, the glimpses into other people’s lives and gaining that sense that I am not alone.  We all have our struggles.  We all have our personal triumphs and tragedies.  We all have each other.  It may be ephemeral; most of us will never meet in real life.  Some of us come and go.  I remember those who have stopped blogging long after they’re gone.  I wish them well and hope that they’re leading the lives they hoped to lead.  There’s a connection.  It’s meaningful to me.  You are meaningful to me.  As I go through my day I’ll see something and think, “Oh, she’d really like that!” or “That’s so him!” just as I would with any other friend.  You don’t replace the friends I see all the time, but you are among them.  Knowing you enhances my life.

Thank-you.

Hm.  I didn’t know I was going to write that when I sat down today.  I guess it needed to be said.

I’m behaving very oddly today.

First, I forgot to put the Cheerios in the bowl.  Once I had the Cheerio box in hand, I almost poured them into my coffee.  Later I caught myself about to dab toothpaste on my fingertip preparatory to rubbing it on my face as though it were makeup.

Yes, I’m a little off my game.  “Teched in the head,” as it were.  I’ve misplaced my mind.

Perhaps it’s in the ‘fridge, behind the milk.

I have hurt my bottom which, as it turns out, is a rather painful thing to do.

Technically I don’t think it’s my backside.  It’s the muscles just above and below, with some joint pain.  Some bursitis mixed in perhaps?  I pushed myself too hard while exercising (I’ve been having fun with it), and one day I didn’t warm up properly before starting because I was in a hurry.  In case you haven’t heard, this is a bad thing to do.  Or not to do.

It hurts to sit.  It hurts to bend over.  It hurts to turn in certain ways.  Lying flat on my back is better but boring and I suspect not really good for me either; the muscles stiffen up.  It’s not so bad standing or walking for a bit, but as soon as I sit, I feel deep muscle spasms (side note: I wrote “deep muscle spams at first.  Is that possible?  Just when you thought those things couldn’t get any worse… ).  I have an appointment with my doctor; Randy kept threatening me with a hospital visit over the weekend.  This has been going on for a little over a week now despite ibuprofen and ice, so I suppose he’s right and I should have it checked.

But I don’t relish having to, in essence, moon my doctor.

I’ll let you know how it turns out.  The diagnosis, not the mooning.

UPDATE:

Thankfully, there was no mooning involved, no bare bottoms of any sort.  It turns out that I have some badly pulled upper hamstring and lower glute muscles.  Which sounds odd when you think about it.  It seems to imply that there are good pulled muscles.  If so, I’ve yet to find a way to do it.  At any rate, he’s given me a prescription for a stronger anti-inflammatory, and I’m to rest.  No work for the rest of the week.  It’s one way to get a vacation.  It’s unpaid and little fun, but it’s a vacation nonetheless.