The photo is actually from Sunday afternoon, making eggplant parmesan. I turned around and saw this sight and just thought it was so pretty. So colorful. So full of hope of a luscious meal and happy people at my table. My daughter and her boyfriend came over and indeed, they were happy. The bf was ecstatic at the grilled salmon, and my daughter was pretty happy about the eggplant. It was nice.
I think I realized why I was so “out of sorts” last week. Yesterday started with a migraine and got progressively worse from there. I usually try to persevere with a migraine, so I carried on through my day. First a hike, then a meeting with a sponsee, then making dinner. I texted my daughter before she got here to tell her that I wasn’t feeling well and I was not prepared. I was running about 2 hours behind! My eyes were burning and my nose was running and I felt generally like I just got hit by a truck. But they came over and it was fine and great. The purpose of their visit was to clean my garage! I could not bear the thought! But her bf insisted and they went out there, he installed shelves, and they cleaned it up. “Her” side of the garage anyway. The side where she left most of her stuff 2 years ago when she moved to Montana. It is a massive improvement. Neighbors were popping in and out – to my horror! Some thought I was having a garage sale. Some I think were just nosy as to who these heavily tattooed people were who were moving things in and out of my garage. My garage is not something I want anyone to see, so I found it embarrassing. They did give away a few of the things that we were just going to donate, and that is good.
So, I have a cold I guess. When I woke up this morning, my eyes were so swollen they barely were open. I look like I am 300 years old. And I feel like it too!
Whenever I am sick, I think back to the hangover days. They nearly killed me when I was in my 20s and early 30s… I cannot imagine what a hangover would feel like at 65. Of course, if I had continued to drink, I don’t think being 65 would ever have been a concern. I’d be long gone by now.
I was able to get to Sunday mass at my own church for the first time in 3 weeks! I am so incredibly fortunate to be a part of this parish and be able to attend mass that is reverent and holy. No crazy folk or honky tonk music, no guitars or drums. Just sacred music. Beautiful music. And quiet. People walk into my church and go kneel down and pray. They don’t have “cocktail hour” chatter in the church before and after mass. They do outside, but not in the church.
For months, I have been wanting to write about the fellowship I belong to. I sat down to do it this morning, but ended up doing stream of consciousness junk blogging instead. I think that’s all I have in me this morning.
I am now going to go sit on my sofa – in the daytime – on a weekday! I’ll probably turn on the TV and maybe do some of this “binge” watching I hear so much about.
Sorry for this nonsense… and I’ll be better next time… promise!