Too Discouraged To Write

Life finally delivered the blow that actually shut me up for awhile...my sweetie pie needs a new liver, which is what has been making him so very sick for such a long time now. This past month has been a nightmare in many ways, but also a testament to the healing and regenerating powers of faith and nature. The depression work group has had a somewhat erratic schedule and last weeks meeting was rescheduled due to the absence of the "moderator," who definitely needed the break. So we will meet again this week and catch up with one another and see how the suggestions have been working out for everyone else, as so far I am lagging far, far behind the rest of the group due to everything else going on in my life. (I do not know how to write sagging shoulders and an exhalation of resignation and despair, but they took place at this interval in the writing.)

Although Spring is slow in coming due to chillier weather than I prefer, we have still been having some lovely days with wonderfully bright sunshine and soft breezes that waft through the house chasing away all of the winter's doldrums and fustiness. The cats enjoy the open windows as well, and it is fun to see them light up in anticipation of being able to sit in an open window in the sunlight for a few minutes while they watch the birds flying overhead, and dreaming pussycat daydreams while their fur warms in the glow of impending summer.

My nephew has gone off to school in Florida for a few months and then will, hopefully, be employed in what sounds like an interesting and challenging career for him. He has matured so much since his mom died, and is doing so well just in the choices he is making and the way he handles things now, I just know she would be as proud of her son as I am of my nephew.

That is some of the news of the moment, but far from all of it. So much has been happening and so much needs doing that I can only spend this time writing right now because I am taking it from some other necessary chore or activity. As it happens, I have been doing that as much as possible lately, in part to protect my knee, which decided to blow out at the worst possible moment, and in part because it helps keep me a little more sane than I might otherwise find myself. I justify the inactivity as a way of protecting all of us from me going ballistic and driving everyone else nuts...which takes way too much effort, so we are all quite safe.

Hopefully, others' lives are a little gentler, a little better organized; saner, kinder, more properous and more fun.

Love to All,
Izzlebug