a day in the life safer at home

 

How cool is this? One of my parents did a surprise porch delivery of pastry and coffee. Swoon! I make a pretty decent cup of coffee at home, but Scout? Scout lattes are my favorite. I would have taken a picture of the scone she delivered, but um, that one didn't last quite as long. In all transparency, I have to admit, this photo is of an empty cup. I drank it all up immediately so, yeah. Not everything you see on the internet is totally true. Ahem.

Box cake cupcakes. There is a batch of homemade sour cream frosting in the fridge and we have been adding a swoosh of frosting as we go. I'm low on flour and the mister won't be hitting up the market for another few days.  I hope you are all able to find what you need and make do with what you have. I have expired cake mix. So there ya go.

Poly really wants to be outside but we don't let her out until 10am. She is a howler and is especially bereft when the mister goes outside. She is also unsure about my slippers here and has attacked me more than once today. Speaking of today, I had a panic fit over well, everything. My track record for health is not really good and I'm worried about this pandemic. I spent an hour watching videos on treatments for people with cystic fibrosis. Breathing and coughing techniques to clear the lungs. Everyone keeps asking me if I think I had covid when I was sick this winter and part of me wonders the same thing. I was awfully sick. Sicker than I have ever been and it was not the flu. The doctors all ordered tests, so much blood was taken. I was freaking out. I was told it was most probably pneumonia, but they always said it with a question mark at the end. I did have fluid in my lung,s and there is scarring as well. I took three different antibiotics and a super round of prednisone and while I am breathing better and not afraid I'm going to die in the middle of the night anymore, I am tired all the time. Pneumonia can do that to you though. So who knows? Stay safe. Wash your hands. Take deep breaths. 

44

I woke up the day after my 44th birthday with a pimple on my nose. There were smudgy bruises under my eyes and the sides of my nose looked like I got punched...hard. My hair stuck up in all direction and when I dragged a comb though it applaused with static. I looked in the mirror and cringed for a second before splashing water on my face and applying fresh mascara. This was the 44 year old me.

I woke up the day after my 44th birthday and had pie for breakfast. This what you can do when you are 44. Eat pie for breakfast. Not just any pie. Birthday pie. Apple pie. Apple pie made by the mister with three kinds of apple and two kinds of pepper. Delicious.

I woke up the day after my 44th birthday and pulled on a pair of stripy over the knee socks that refused to remain over my 44 year old knees. I put on a pair of stretchy old lady pedal pushers under  a pencil skirt that was less pencil,  more sack. It was a bit too big but I woke up with a pimple on my nose and smudgy bruises under my eyes and could not muster up the care to ditch the stripy socks. It was all about the stripy socks. I topped of the ensemble with a polka dotted top that in retrospect looked better on the hanger...in the store.

I woke up the day after my 44th birthday and went to work dressed as a drunken Pippi Longstocking. My socks fell down often, my shoes squeaked with every step, and I noticed I forgot to double check my lipstick on the left part of my lower lip which is really hard to put lipstick on due to that pesky thing called nerve damage. It was smeared to all get out and no one said a word.

I woke up the day after my 44th birthday to enjoy a day full of color, laughter, ladybugs, hawks, mud, hugs and handmade cards made by little sticky hands.

Not a bad start to this new year. Not a bad start at all.

blogging for blogging's sake

sometimes i think that the grand moments in a day are so perfectly perfect that i will always remember them and then, a moment passes or a day or a month and i find that they slip through and fade away. i think i need to remind myself more often of the simple, everyday things that make my life sing. i'll be posting more moments like that here so that i won't forget.

for now i want to remember lazy sweet conversations with friends as we sit on slightly damp grass with our hair being tickled by the breeze. the sweet "slurp, slurp" sound of a tiny Bea drinking her pretend tea. the ultra bright renderings of breakdancing cupcakes, tree gnomes and roller skating fezzes of an eight year old genius, and the slightly manic, always amusing motions of everyday chores as executed by this lady who is a star in my book, a magnificent beglittered star complete with sparkly birds, green forest fauna and an apronful of laughter and smiles. i adore you.