I was sorta, half-way, mostly in my head, working on an end-of-the-year review but the insanity of the last couple of weeks (both in the world and just in my little corner of it) has pushed me into my stoic, quiet, updateless place.
2018 was the first year since I have been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor that I was stable enough that I actually did not spend any time in giant, noisy medical machines. No MRSA, no trips down the stairs, no major choking incidents. I’m not convinced I’m seizure free, and I forget things like it’s my job, but I am stable enough that I was able to convince my neuro to let me ask pain management about shots in my neck again.
2019 starts with me mostly stable brain-wise, in the middle of a couple of trips to the dentist, somewhat overwhelmed by life right now, and contemplating going to the Women’s March in DC on the 19th. So I am doing what I do and retreating into my head and my writing. I present my latest efforts from my journals…
The Night After Christmas
‘Twas the night after Christmas
and all through the house
not a critter was stirring
Not even Daisy with a new mouse.
The stockings were rehung
by the fireplace with care
Empty now of the treats and goodies
St Nick had shared.
The kids were all snuggled in
tight in their beds
with visions of such a wonderful day
bouncing through their heads.
And Dad in his pajama pants
and I wearing a messing bun like a cap
were heading upstairs
dreaming of a nice, long Winter’s nap.
When all of a sudden I heard
a bang! and such clatter
I tumbled out of bed
to go see what was the matter.
I hurried down the stairs
as I followed the noise
When what to my surprised eyes did I find
but a battle of toys!
Wow Daisy! Oh Phoebe!
And Honey-Girl too?!
There’s boxes and bows everywhere.
What did you do?!
As I stood and surveyed
the mess in my living room
I took a deep breath and wondered
“should I go get the broom?”
Just then a wondrous sight
caught the corner of my eye
I looked across the room, through the back window
and gazed at the Northeast night sky.
The snow had just started
to float down from the clouds
Clean, fresh, white sparkling snowflakes were floating down
coating our little town without a sound.
Soundlessly I turned
and gazed upon the messy room
Among those boxes and bows
I saw the joy that disappears all too soon.
Our family had been gifted
with such a wonderful day
and so our kitties had taken
their chance to play!
All those boxes and bows
and scattered tissue paper
would be remnants of cherished memories
to call upon later.
Seeing my furry little predators
attack all the boxes and bows
just added to my joyous memories
as they peeked out from the piles
with their tiny nose!
With a flick of a tail
as they dashed out of sight
I chuckled to myself and whispered
“Merry Christmas, girls! I love you. Good night!”
~ Xun, 2019
I hope you had joy in this last holiday season and I send hope and light and love for health and happiness in the New Year!
❤ ~ X
Okay, so when I wrote about the furry critters a week and a half ago I honestly meant to post a second blog about the crabbies a few days later….but, well, life happened.
Hubs left the country, and I (on schedule) started coughing green shit up again and spent 4 days pretty sure I actually had an invisible ice pick in the back of my neck. The ghosts that stabbed me with an ice pick around C6 (and if you get that, I’m sorry….but yay for you! for knowing what the hell I’m talking about half the time!) seemed to have pulled it out, and despite the fact that I seem to cycle around 3-5 weeks between coughing green crap up (but there’s nothing wrong and I don’t need a bronchoscopy) and it cycling back back to me being able to breathe without my inhaler, I’m surviving 2016. Sort of.
Because we have the 3 cats, we seem to acquired hermit crabs too. Because that makes sense.
First we have Speedy. We’ve had him the longest. (I think it’s a him….do hermit crabs have genders??) Speedy and another crabby (who has since died) that my oldest won for my youngest at the county fair 2 1/2 years ago started this whole thing.
Next up is Stimpy. Kid asked for a name, I graduated in ’91…do the math =)
We also have Harry. Because it turns out that hermit crabs do better in colonies of at least 3, and the kid is a Harry Potter geek =)
Finally, we have George, who is huge! We all agree he must be a different sub-species of hermit crab or something, but he got BIG over about a year.
So, there you have it. Three cats, and four hermit crabs.
We’ve always had animals, and lots of different kinds. I had peach canaries a few years ago, we’ve had hamsters, parakeets, … a ferret named Mokie who was in love with my Border Collie Dera. Seriously, it was like a Pepe le Pew cartoon. Mokie has a new home with 4 other ferrets after we moved several years ago, and we lost Dera 2 years ago. Her ashes are on my mantle. My kids have grown up around all kinds of critters to love and raise. The circle of life and all that.
Now we have rescue cats and some hermit crabs.