primsong: (jo keys)
One of the many valuable lessons my mother passed on to me was "Be nice to yourself.  You can't expect other people to read your mind and then feel all neglected because you didn't get what you wanted."

There's really no reason to sit around wishing you had The Thing and bemoaning that your life doesn't have that Perfect Person in it who can "prove their love" by somehow magically reading your mind.  Be nice to yourself.  No one knows exactly what you really want but you.  Go get The Thing and wrap it up, if you like, so you can open a present that is exactly what catches your fancy and warms your heart.  You're worth it.
primsong: (monkeys)
And there there's that thing where you are so relieved and proud of yourself that you got ALL of your Christmas cards done in a mostly-timely manner and one arrives in the mailbox from a friend you completely forgot about when doing your cards.

Well, crumbmuffins - I had just the right number of cards and now I need to find ONE more.
primsong: sunrise over Haleakala (clouds)
Well, I'm past the halfway point for my radiation (yay!) - and one odd side-effect they never warned me about is rediscovering that I rather like jigsaw puzzles. :-D 

They have a great one going on the table in the room I wait around in for my turn each day and it's been fascinating enough I go back to it afterwards and sometimes spend another 20 minutes trying to find "that piece" to finish "that part" I was working on when I was interrupted to go hang out on a radiation table for a few minutes.  Oh, and that one part of me is getting "a nice tan" as they say... It looks like a square of my body has been sneaking off to the islands and not taken the rest of me along - a notion amplified by the palm tree decor and the sign on the treatment room that says "Tropical Room".
primsong: Scan from an old Dr. Who magazine (find tardis win game)
I was at a little Polynesian market yesterday to fetch some coconut milk and found a marvelous thing - high cocoa-content chocolate sprinkles from the Netherlands that had a tempting picture on the front of the package indicating it was intended to be generously heaped as a bread topping.  I took a package home (I like to get one thing I've never tasted before each time I'm there), and....aaaaaaahhhh.....seriously, you should try this, folks. Hot toast with a touch of butter then GOBS of dark chocolate sprinkles strewn and heaped on it so it gets slightly melty, oh wow.

I'll never want those waxy cheap brown 'chocolate' sprinkles again, this is the life.
primsong: (fireplace)
Glargh I am so tired of hot flashes... Y'see, I had an ovarian cyst out many, many moons ago and the result is (as was predicted) a slightly earlier than ususal array of Instant Visitations to the Spontaneous Tropical Vacation events every lady gets a few tickets to in the tail end of their life.  How in the world does a person dress for winter, all snuggly warm, when at any unexpected moment it is SUDDENLY 90 DEGREES AND I'M APPROACHING THE SURFACE OF THE SUN... and then it's just a typical cool winter again? 

I've taken to packing a folding fan with me everywhere I go because it isn't like I can just abruptly strip down to my skivvies in public settings or something. I have five or six in different colors now.  Fans that is, not skivvies.  
primsong: (cookies)
It's definitely "that season" again - coming from a Christmas party that had rockin' gingerbread cake with spiced whipped topping and cream-cheese-and-nutmeg stuffed dates to holiday events with everything from brandy beans to peppermint cookies going by it's hard to know what comes next.

We have our church Christmas event this coming Sunday, so I'm busy making marshmallow popcorn balls and green tree-shaped spritz for that, at the rate we're going I may not even need to make any Christmas cookies this time around as we'll already be full up on enough goodies to cause us to all roll out the door like that girl that turned into a blueberry in the Willy Wonka thing... but y'know... there's still those soft sugar cookies with lemon in them... and the peanut butter balls dipped in chocolate....and that amazing fruitcake with all the wine in it....

What are you making this year? Any extra good things orbiting past you?
primsong: (pears)
One thing about having a smallish number of relatives is every time we get together for a major holiday (I'm looking at *you* coming up, Thanksgving) it always feels like there really ought to be more people around, like a poorly attended party even though everyone invited showed up.   You know it's a bit pathetic when you try to have a board game going and if a couple people wander off to the kitchen or something you no longer have enough people to play.  :-p 

My eldest says she hopes she will get to marry a man who has a HUGE family so she can finally enjoy the chaos that comes with lots of cousins and aunties and so on at a holiday gathering.

Oh well. Back to buying the small ham and and teeny turkey for now.  Hope your own holiday plans are going well!
primsong: (one hat)
I'm growing a small amount of fuzz!  It's not enough to go hatless yet, but I am encouraged that my follicles are back in business.

Next week is chapter two of my Unwanted Adventure, as I'll be starting radiation 5 days a week clear into January - people ask me questions about how I'll be feeling and how much is will restrict me, etc. and all I can do is shrug and say "I have no idea! I've never done this before! I'm a radiation noob."

I kind of feel sorry for the nurses who obviously have to deal with people of a, erm, 'less educated' variety as they started out reassuring me that it would not make me glow or make it dangerous to be around family and friends. Seriously.  o.0  When I responded with laughing at the ludicrousness of the idea and telling them I was well aware of that they relaxed and were suddenly much more informative on real details.  But....seriously....?  There are people who would think it would make them glow???
primsong: (fivey sigh)
We had a tiny blip of the winds from a hurricane out at sea going by and the resulting few hours of sudden strong wind gusts were moderately dramatic. We were playing Scrabble and watching chunks of tree blowing by while a veritable barrage of pinecones rattled on the roof and bounced around on the deck. The end result in my yard is the appearance as if a troop of ambulatory Christmas trees wandered in and exploded.  

Sigh. Time to get the wheelbarrow out and play pick-up-sticks.
primsong: (brig snerk)
Poking through a used bookstore I found a book written by old school comedian Bob Hope, a biography of his career on stage and in film over the years.  I kept getting my nose caught in it until I finally just bought it so I could finish reading it at home, an amusing read (the guy was a pro comedian, after all...) with some great behind-the-scenes things from the 'Road' shows he did with Bing Crosby as a bonus - so now I've ended up ordering four old Bob Hope films off Amazon as I found several that I had never heard of that sounded intriguing, and then topped it off with a collection of Marx Brothers on the side. Should be an entertaining winter.
primsong: (kitty jump)
What is it about the scent of a cat coming in out of the cool rain - I just want to pick her up and snuffle my nose down into her fur, she smells of pine needles and fresh air and small green leafy things nodding under silver drops.

My daughter agreed that it was irresistible, even if (like her) she is actually allergic to the cat and suffers for her giving way to the beauty of Damp Kittyness.
primsong: (snoopy wag)
Hoorah! I had my last chemo thing yesterday, I'm so very happy to see that particular experience hopefully go into the rearview mirror of my life forever.  Follow up in a month, then radiation next.  Maybe I can even finally grow some fuzz!

Weird symptoms still come and go at this point - tip for those who develop heartburn as a regular feature in life for this kind of thing - pepcid, lots of water and chewing fruit flavored gum help (not mint, which can make it worse).  Salt swish with a teaspoon of baking soda makes a difference for mouth issues, and melatonin is your friend for making it through a night without side effects.  Live and learn. 

Gosh I miss coffee. SO looking forward to having coffee again next month!
primsong: (rain tree)
The October rains have officially arrived here, right on time - I'm bringing in my outdoor cushions to dry and store, hung up the wooden windchimes back in the laundry room where they winter among hanging basketry and am going out with scissors to whack my cherry tomato plants.  Anything that isn't actively ripening an actual tomato at this point goes over the edge of the balcony, no more time for messing around with mere greenery here! 

We're planning for our annual Trunk-or-Treat again, doing a bathtub theme with white balloons in the back of the car for bubbles and a shower curtain, rubber duckies, etc. I'll be in a fluffy bathrobe with a towel on my head to warm my bald pate, doling candies out from a little baby's bathing bin.  At least that's the plan!  It'll be raining, I expect.
primsong: (bessie)
Finally had a chance to take a road trip with a friend this past week, we've been talking about it for a couple of years and voila! A spot in schedules opened up before the weather turned too cold so off we went.  Started off with some amazing lakes and mountains, the Wallowas, at the far eastern corner of Oregon that are generally too far away so I haven't seen them for twenty-odd years - (mountain-top tram was closed, though, drat!) then ambled down and onward into Idaho (obliterated a tumbleweed at high speed, saw some rocks), down into Utah (gosh, the Salt Lake has a terrible stench - no wonder there's no resorts anywhere around it), across Nevada (lots and lots and lots of nothing til the far border). 

Near Carson City the genuine Western ghost town thing was pretty cool when we went up into the steep hills - Virginia City has turned into a tourist trap due to it being easily reached from Reno but the other towns like Gold Hill were very atmospheric and old-timey in a 'real deal' way.  Spent a bit of time goggling at the dusty, abandoned buildings and mining whatnot and explored the still-functional creaky wood and brick hotel from the 1800 gold rush days.

After that it was into the Sierras and down into California (barely got through before they closed the highway due to a forest fire - yikes - flames leaping out of the trees as we whizzed by) and then the world of hot concrete and palm trees.  I used to live down there so that wasn't too interesting and we rather quickly worked our way into the mountains, lakes and wiggly roads that eventually brought us out at the coast.  Hwy. 1 is a thing of beauty and my companion humored my tendency to roll down the windows and breathe deeply every time we went through a Eucalyptus grove, the sweet scent is a favorite of mine. 

Up we went, following the coast (cows, lighthouses, wild pampas grass, little villages, trinkets, giant redwoods, coffee!) all the way into our own Oregon again (more lighthouses, fresh fish, myrtlewood, books, rocks, kites, coffee!) and then upward to the very tip where the mighty Columbia river pours out into the Pacific (amazing sunsets, fudge, foamy sea, coffee!) then home. 

Lots and lots of driving, I felt like I'd been driving forever, but what a great thing to get a ticky in our personal ticky-boxes.   Now I get to do laundry, etc. etc. and go soak a bajillion bug-bodies off the front of the car.  Hope your week was a good one too. 
primsong: (pumpkin)
Just got back from a run to Trader Joe's (gosh I love Trader Joe's....) and found they were going seriously into the realm of "let's see how many things we can make that taste like pumpkin!"

Ended up with pumpkin cookies and pumpkin flavored corn chips - picked up pumpkin biscotti and managed to put it back down.  Thankfully the pumpkin mochi ice-cream balls were gone or that would have been my doom (the cashier assured me they were 'inspired' and he had ripped through an entire package of them in his short commute home). 

Yoooom yom yom num num num.
primsong: (percy lud love me)
Woke up this morning and for some reason decided it was a good day to wash all the curtains in the house before the weather turns cold again, as I'd never gotten to it in the spring-cleaning phase this year.  Or last.  Kind of regretting it now as I still have two more large ones to get hung up again, but the amount of crud was a bit surprising - not that it should be, I realized it had been probably four years since a couple of them were sloshed, yuck.  Plenty of spiders hanging around behind the curtains it seems - perhaps coming in as they know the cold weather is on its way too. 

But gee, it's nice to have them all clean again, I feel a strange juxtaposition in my self-image between being a slob who hardly ever washes curtains and being a neat person who does, a sort of guilty self-righteousness ("Look, I made sparkles! Never mind that they were way overdue!")
primsong: (beware of the thing)
Got through another chemo round, but my uncooperative veins were their usual troublesome selves - after two failed attempts at an IV, the nurses went looking for a big teddy-bear of a man they referred to as their "vein whisperer" - lol... He managed to get one going but after about half an hour they decided it wasn't dripping well enough and I had to get a fourth one done.  My arm looks like I'm someone who has an unhealthy affiliation with poking themselves, especially as I still have a 'burn' from the last one healing there.  :-p  Oh well!  Weather is turning to long sleeves anyway, right?

On the good side, one more done!  Yay!  This is a pleasant comtemplation.  Also, I used all the time I had to sit there to finally learn how soduko works and ended up filling in several of the little things.  I'm always several steps behind the fads it seems.
primsong: Danny Kaye and Basil Rathbone (jester get it)
Funny how we can get used to things.  A friend visiting says "I can't hear you over all the parakeets chirping," and my response is a briefly befuddled "oh, they're chirping?"  (as "burble burble burble CHIRP ack ack ack burble squeep" goes on within a yard of my head).  My whole family is so used to the ongoing sound of five happy budgies that we don't even notice it until we have to say, record something (drat! the parakeets are in the background! I forgot they were there!) or try to have my husband's barbershop quartet stop by to rehearse something ("how do you make those birds be quiet?" "Oh! Er....here, I'll just carry them into another room...")

A bit like living near a freeway or a train-track, just more cheery and full of fluffy feathers.
primsong: (hamster smooch)
I'm back from Ashland, and still jazzed about it - we had a grand time with four fab plays and an adorable cottage to sleep in where a fresh-baked b&b breakfast was delivered to our door every morning in a wooden basket.  A doe kept coming over and chomping the apples that were falling from the tree outside the door, which was fun to watch, and there was even a sweet little arbor we could dine in.  Yay!  The plays were all amazing and mind-blowingly good, but that's normal for Ashland which is quite professional in quality - Comedy of Errors was especially 'wow' - it had all the same dialogue but the locale was moved to twins coming from from New Orleans up to Harlem in search of their other twins.  One was a Marx brothers piece and the guys playing Groucho, Harpo and Zeppo were so good I felt like I'd been somehow swept off in a time vortex and was watching the real deal.

Anyway! That was a good thing, even though it now means catching up on everything that must be caught up on after a week away.  My kids are off to college this week, my son continuing in his welding courses and my daughter starting into Japanese - she's already taught herself how to write it and somewhat read it, now to speaking!  Means lots of J-Pop music, J-dramas and other fun stuff going by, variety is good.

Hope this week has been a good one for all of you as well!
primsong: (bible boogie)
Very excited that I get to spend next week down in Ashland, where the Oregon Shakespearian Festival has most excellent plays, fun little shops and an Elizabethan theater. We got tickets for the plays back in February, they sell out so quickly, and get to stay in a B&B with an "Abigail" theme (each room is decorated for a different famous woman named Abigail through history).  Means doing lots of watering plants, hanging out laundry, etc. today and tomorrow and hoping all the pets survive having the menfolk of the house taking care of them for a week, but totally worth it.

Yay!

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