Mea Culpa's

I’m starting to wonder if all my chemo has warped my mind.  I admit I am a glass half full kind of gal. I also like things done a certain way. Actually, it’s more than like; I need to have things done a certain way. Some folks I know wouldn’t hesitate to say “a place for everything and everything in its place” is my mantra. I also like all the proper social rules followed when it comes to doing things for others.

But, lately, I seem to be continually crossing the line when it comes to my expectations of others actions.  Last night there was a huge row at our house and it was entirely my fault. I’m afraid I gave my poor hubby “nine kinds of hell” because I disagreed with how he chose to sign a birthday card, of all things.

Sweetie, I know I’m terrible at admitting fault and saying “I’m Sorry” so please accept this very public apology.  You had every reason to be upset. 

(Well, it wasn’t entirely your fault, Love. If I am so full of wisdom at my advanced age, why didn’t I just sign the darn thing and be done with it. Then, there is that law of nature that women must have the last word.  Usually, I am fine with it but last night I went where no rational man ever goes and tried to have that last word myself.  I should have known I was flying directly in the face of nature and a tradition going back, at least, to the Stone Age. As long as we don’t go to bed mad and you still don’t complain about my cold feet, we are fine.)

   

New Adventure

I started my first blog in 2005 when I was single.  That led to a new blog once I married.  After my husband presented me with a very nice digital camera I started a photo blog so I could share my work.  I was sailing along, marveling that there were people out there who actually wanted to follow me,  Then cancer happened.  For a long time I  couldn't find the energy to continue posting and once the desire returned I found the things I had been posting had become too saccharin for the new me.  Plus, my continuing health problems stopped me from seeking photo opts and story ideas like I once did.

The fact is,  facing a possible death sentence changes how you see and think about yourself and the world around you.   While I have always been outspoken. I was careful to not put anything into print that would embarrass or offend the people I come into daily contact with. My new view of this world formed from 60 plus years of struggling, coping, picking up the pieces and starting over is not as sunny as I tried to make it before I got sick.

I have no idea where this will go,  I just know I need something that will stir my creative juices while allowing me to occasionally vent my frustrations with the changes that old age is forcing into my life.   

I hope that whatever the results of this new effort turn out to be, it will be something you can relate to and hopefully enjoy enough to want to pop around occasionally for a visit.