Sunday, December 7, 2008

A Holiday Dazzle Day!!!

I don't know how the apartment I was interested in is going to work out. But, I know somehow things will work out. So, I have adopted what I call my Doris Day attitude. "Que sera, sera." If not there, I will find another. There are lots of folks willing to keep an eye out for me. They want to see me back in town so they will ask their landlords, pass along numbers and keep look out for empty apartments.

I take as a tenet of faith (no, not that religious stuff) that the universe is unfolding as it should and I shall find my path and my place. It amazes me how sometimes I can just feel the "flow" of time and space deep within, feeling the reassurance that no matter what happens, no matter how life unfolds, all will be well. I don't need to possess the answers, I just need to seek and the answers will take care of themselves.

I went to the club for the breakfast, had some delicious scrambled eggs (yeah Deb!), had a good time, touched based with lots of folks and we finished off the plans for the Kid's Xmas Party. It feels so good to be involved, participating, working on the positives. I think I needed to come to Woodstock to get ready for the surgery and begin my recovery process, but I am also sure it is time to get on with my life, following my path. It's interesting that at times in my life I have a clear focus and direction. This is a relatively recent discovery (since recovery), but I am really liking it.

I was at the Thriftique in Putnam today and I found a skirt (yes, I said skirt...not a type for shirt) and a pair of jeans. I even had a chance to wander through the antique stores, browsing and reminiscing. I was in the old Bugbees building remembering which department was where, looking at things of old that predated even Bugbees. It was an interesting juxtaposition of time and memory and reality. I was feeling rather philosophical today. Is philosophical a mood? There are times that my thoughts flow that way...peaceful, introspective, quiet times. It's nice change of pace from my quick witted, zany, energetic, typical self.

I went to the Holiday Dazzle Parade this evening. This was my second year going and it was a wonderful parade, beautiful floats and lots of participants. HOWEVER... Holy moley, Mrs. Foley! It was so freaking cold. I saw about 1/2 to 3/4 of the parade and then went and sat in Danielle and Bob's car (with the heat on) where my toes proceeded to ache and pain and send lightening bolts of pain right down to my bone marrow! They said it was the COLDEST parade day ever! I can believe that. The turnout was relatively small, kids were crying and lots of folks left early cause they couldn't stand the cold. The wind was hellacious! The weather went south just after 4:15 PM or so. I had been wandering around town before that blissfully comfortable in the moderate temperature.

I was wearing long john's under my jeans, boot socks with my boots and a turtle neck, a heavy sweater, a fleece vest and a coat that is good for probably 20 below along with mittens which I promptly slid up the sleeves of my jacket (it's good to have short arms), hands and all as well as a scarf and a fleece head thing-a-ma-jig for my ears. I was NOT sweating but I was not uncomfortably chilled either. EXCEPT FOR MY TOES, which I knew felt cold up until the minute the pain shot through me, urging me to run for the warmth and safety of HEAT! Defrosting them was quite the bear. It hasn't hurt that much since I was a little kid. Losing the weight has certainly affected the quality of my winter insulation!!! LOL

Trevor, Danielle's four year old (and my little buddy) made it all the way through the parade. He was there for the fire trucks...fire trucks and construction equipment are his things. That child is a real T R O O P E R ! ! ! The fire trucks were the VERY LAST part of the parade. He was absolutely delighted and completely satisfied that he had seen what he came to see. The moment warmed my heart so much that I could barely recall my frozen toes.

It was a wonderful day. I do wish Anne had called to let me know how Romeo (the Rottweiler) was doing. She brought him to the vet yesterday cause he was having an issue with moving his hind legs that may have been neurological. They gave her some pain meds and anti-inflammatory stuff for him to see if it would help the situation. He has an appointment with a specialist on the 16th. She was so anxious about him. She's worried about him not being okay and the prices for a nerve test with dye (I forgot the name of it) and an MRI are through the flipping roof. She'd willingly pay any amount...her husband doesn't feel the same. I'm praying that Romeo gets to feeling better on the meds...for him and for Anne. At least then, she will have time to figure out where to go from here. It's a tough one!

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