I logged into my blog today to find an unmoderated comment (sorry, dear Fran) and no posting for a week. I don't know what it has been with me that makes me not want to post to my blog or do much on Facebook. I've had plenty to say, believe me, but I've kind of just kept it to myself. Maybe with this admission I'll post more. We'll see.
Just a few things:
New love is possible in middle age. My friend L, whom I met when her late husband was a patient in the oncology clinic in which I worked, has fallen in love with a man she grew up with and with whom she became reacquainted. They both are sixty years old. L and I had coffee yesterday; she is so happy, but also very clear eyed. She is a military widow; if she were to remarry, she would lose all sorts of benefits. She also wishes her assets to go to her late husband's nieces and nephews when she dies. So, no remarriage for her, and her fellow respects that. That makes him pretty special in my book.
Exercise does work even when one is fifty as I am. I've been following Weight Watchers faithfully for three weeks. The weeks I purposefully power walked or did whatever I lost a lot of weight (for one week). In three weeks, I've lost 9.4 pounds and I can fit into jeans I've not worn since spring of 2006.
It is wonderful to have a doctor instead of a military physician's assistant when one has chronic illness as I do. My new internal medicine doctor noted some labs that have been abnormal for ten years and for which I have had symptoms; she cannot believe that no one has bothered to treat them. My cardiologist, which I didn't have until my night in the emergency room in November, is also aghast at things that have not been attended to. So my medication list is entirely different, and I actually am feeling a bit better! It really is nice to have credentialed people looking at me as a person who needs assistance rather than someone who takes up precious time. To be fair, the military PAs are trained to care for a relatively healthy population. I don't fit into that demographic.
I'm thinking I am about ready to write about the horrendous treatment I got at the hands of my husband's step father a month ago. Look for that in the next week or two.
We watched Miss Potter on DVD last night. It is a bit different than the TV special Only Son and I watched about Beatrix Potter back in the late 1980's, which made both of us fall in love with Peter Cottontail forever. But, Miss Potter is a wonderful, romantic movie which I highly recommend.
We the vestry of my church are about ready to name a new rector. That has been a huge amount of work in a couple of weeks. I teased the Senior Warden that if a person who didn't know me looked at my email, that person would think he was my boyfriend! Anyway, that should happen in the next week or so.
AND, the State of the Union address. What an hard hearted, lying imbecile we have as president. Taciturn utterly and totally disagrees with me; he thinks GWB is one of the greatest presidents we have ever had, to rank with Washington and Lincoln. That is because he bought into the fear thing that has been pushed. I have not, due to the lies that got us into the war in the first place. SIGH. Not much longer do we have to put up with this person.
I really don't mean to drop off of the earth. I'll pay more attention. AND, let us all keep a Holy Lent! What will your practice be? (I get really impatient with those who give up chocolate for Lent.)