I'm back. I wasn't really gone. Just totally distracted with a zillion thought bytes as well as undergoing minor surgery AND not being able to drive for two months.
PLEASE do not ask me to give details about my life without driving. I am doing a fair job of not pulling my hair out by the roots, not pummeling civil servants about the head and chest, and not engaging in scathing diatribes against the passengers on public transportation for their intrusion on my personal space.
After all, public transportation is the reason that personal space was invented.
The minor surgery went well. I am desperately trying to relive that experience when, within the course of a split second I am looking around the O.R. and then "poof", I am waking up in recovery.
I would like to believe that my shameless flirting with the anasthesiologist was not the reason they blacked me out. Regardless, I would love to attach myself to an I.V. drip with that stuff during my next bad date.
It's just as well they blacked me out. Gynecological surgery is never an event that makes a gal feel pretty.
Speaking of pretty, I got my hair done, had other hair removed, and generally, have been all dressed up with no place to go.
I am distracted from this sad state of my love life by my pet projects, this blog being one of them. However, the wheels are churning much too fast in this little head of mine, and more often than not, I get nothing done rather than a lot done. I managed to slow down the thoughts and sift through them one by one.
Here are some of my conclusions:
- I will not feel bad that I don't write in my blog as often as I used to. Twice a month will be fine. And anyway, you wouldn't want me un-inspired, would you?
- I don't expect to have a date every week. I will, instead, be grateful if a week goes by and I am not called an uppity, ugly bitch just because I didn't want to go out with someone.
- I have decided that it is NOT OK if my online shop stays in the hobby realm. I need it to move into the earning realm.
I can't make your kids ring, but why are you sitting in the dark - switch the light on.
ReplyDeleteJanice, Janice. You are just not as good as me at making them feel guilty... "How many Jewish mothers does it take to change a light bulb? None. She'll sit in the dark"
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