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Rainy weekends are usually lazy weekends around here. You can’t feel guilty about not getting things done because there’s not much outdoor work be done in the rain — well, technically I guess you could, but I’m not feeling that motivated. We took a drive, with our chauffeur, down to Bob’s Diner for a Sunday brunch taking the scenic drive through Londonderry.
Then, when we got back we took a walk in the woods.
We were hiking through the trails in the woods cleaning them up in preparation for CROSS COUNTRY SKIING! Yes, it is getting close to that time of the year!
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t doing quite as much cleaning up as Tom, but hey I did get him to smile for his picture!
Tim promised to cook me dinner for my birthday. Last week, he didn’t have time with school, homework and play practice and I didn’t feel much up to eating, so it all worked out well. Tonight, he made that birthday dinner. He cooked a delicious gluten free Mexican lasagna for dinner. It was delicious! He cleaned the whole kitchen to boot. Nothing to do but put dishes in the dishwasher when we were done.
Thanks Tim — you are awesome!
This has been a couple of crazy weeks. I never imagined that I would spend my birthday looking like I got the crap kicked out of me, but that is what happened. I must say however that if there was any doubt in my mind (which there wasn’t) about how great my family and friends are, this wiped it all away.
Tom took care of me like I was a little china doll. He was my rock and helped to nurse my wounds and me back to some state of health. Over my objections he canceled a business trip to make sure that he was here with me and I must say looking back from the opposite end of that week, that I am very glad that he did. The boys have been extra concerned and anxious to help out however they can and inject some humor into the whole situation. (Really? a hat and glasses? Are you trying to be incognito?)
My family has checked in with me regularly and I love them for their support and concern. I know that if I needed any of the them they would be there, the same with some of my close friends from back home. My friends here have called, stopped by and offered all sorts of help (which thanks to my dear hubby, we really didn’t need) and I know that if I asked, any or all of them, they would also be there.
I have to say that I am one lucky woman. First, to have not killed or maimed myself and second for all the great love and support that I have in my life. As I embark on the last year of this decade, it was celebrated with my men and I around the cutest, tiniest ice cream cake, beautiful flowers and a lovely necklace along with visits and gifts from some of my closest friends here. I do have to say that a couple of the brightest spots in my day were a hand drawn get well card that arrived in the mail from my niece Emily and flowers and another hand drawn card from my fellow birthday girl, little Miss Kate, left on my doorstep — two of the littlest women in my life.
With a heart full of love and gratitude I say thank you, thank you, thank you. You’ve made me feel extra loved.
To the best friend in my whole wide world — thank you for keeping me safe, sane and making me feel beautiful no matter how I looked on the outside — I love you.
I started this post a few days ago, writing to explain why I haven’t posted quite as frequently in the previous two weeks. I was writing to say how I was doing more legal work, which was good, but it was also time consuming. Piled atop my other job responsibilities including my mom job, there just weren’t enough hours in the day. I was holding steadfast to my 1/2 hour or 45 minutes in the morning for a walk or a run, so posting had to take a temporary back seat and for that I was going to apologize. I was going to tell you how exciting it was to be planting the seeds of a law office and watching how things bloom and seeing a new direction in my life. I was going to say all of that.
Then on Saturday evening, as fate and my own clumsiness would have it, things changed. I lost my balance while walking a dog (not my own) and took a header off the top of a flight of stairs directly onto some gravel — did I mention face first? Yeah, ouch is right. Diagnosis – fractured nose. Lots of cuts (thanks to my glasses which didn’t really resemble glasses when it was all said and done) and bruising. A sore neck and a sorer wrist. Right now, I resemble a cross between a chipmunk and a prizefighter –neither of them is a good option.
While it was definitely not my plans for Saturday night, I am trying to look at the upside. I could have lost my front teeth (which I momentarily thought that I did), broken my jaw or even worse broken my neck. All of those are a whole lot worse than what happened, although what happened definitely sucks. For those of you that know me, let’s call it the Tammy Falls Across America-Birthday Edition and leave it at that.
For now, I apologize in advance if you don’t hear from me for a few days….typing with one eye almost swollen shut and without glasses since 1) mine are attempting to be fixed and 2) the bridge of my nose is where it is broken and swollen, so glasses don’t sit very well anyway isn’t too pleasurable.
Today I ventured out with a hat and sunglasses in a very incognito starlett fashion and it occurred to me that I don’t own sunglasses big enough to hid this. Damn you eyeglass fashion industry with your small frames!
Today was one of those days. Hormone challenged, sporting a migraine for the last couple days and an aching shoulder, I have felt pulled in every which way by work projects, the boys, commitments outside of work and the things I would like to be doing but don’t seem to have the time to do. I hate those days, when I can’t shake that mopey feeling. It has been a few rather crazy and stressful days with work. Throw in the back to school routine which has not yet solidified for all of us and the inability to get out and exercise because I feel guilty about all the stuff I need to get done and I am not at all a happy camper. I have felt tugged and pulled and have spent a good deal of today on the verge of tears for really no apparent reason.
Imagine what a nice surprise it was to get a nice email this afternoon from a someone I don’t know about an article that I wrote last week and was published today.What made it even nicer was to get an unexpected (and unnecessary) thank you call from a friend about the same article. I wrote it about her son on the one year anniversary of his death. It was a nice part of an otherwise not so great day for me. I am glad that my heartfelt words last week impacted people enough to allow them to reach out to me when I also could use a kind word.
Since I write this particular column every week, sometimes I forget exactly when the article I wrote was published. This particular article was my own personal way of reaching out to a friend at a time when I hoped she could feel and appreciate the good vibes I was sending. Wrapped up in a somewhat crazy week, I totally forgot that the article came out today.
I am a firm believer that good karma eventually comes back to you. Do something nice because it is the right thing to do and it comes from your heart and someday, when you least expect it (and may need it most), it will come back to you. Today was that kind of a day.
Today, while we were working, we were interrupted by this guy, who evidently has a burning desire to get in. First he made several attempts via the sliding glass doors in the back of the house.
Then he tried the front screen on the porch. Makes me wonder if someone smeared peanut butter all over my screens or something.