Hey Darling Ones,
How goes it? I’ve been quiet lately. I’m sorry. Some of you get a little worried when I go dark for more than a week. Would you believe in the way olden days people would get freaked out if I went dark for a day or two? This was before social media or what we know as social media. This was when we used to update our blogs like Twitter. It was fun.
Speaking of the way olden days, a week or so ago I quit reading Swipe Up for More three pages in. Why? This was a nonfiction book about influencers and the author called her subject an “OG Mommy blogger” because in 2022 the woman had been blogging for an entire decade.
I can’t remember noping out of a book so fast in my life.
Are you kidding me? We love to credit Mommy Bloggers with making blogging a thing in like 2004, but trust me people were blogging well before that. I started in 2000 and I’m not even an OG.
Bleh.
This cranky anecdote fits perfectly with my mood of late and explains why I’ve been so quiet.
I’m unpleasant to be around lately. At least to myself I am. And I got nothing much to say that isn’t a frustrated yawp followed by a deep growl.
My tremor continues to be super tremory. My balance is such crap that I have to use a wheelchair to get the pool for physical therapy, which I dislike. And the world is general misery. Bridges collapsing in Baltimore. Turnip’s continued ascendancy. Genocide in Gaza. Fucking dire, shit.
Also, the stroke and its physical repercussions have entered my dream life and that’s bummer. Up until a week ago my dreams, for the most part, had me in my pre-stroke body. I walked okay and drove in my dreams. It was glorious. A few times I’d dream I was kinda pissed nobody was as amazed as I thought they should be that I was walking like normal. But now in my dreams, I can’t walk very well at all and have to use the walker. Frankly, it’s rude of my subconscious to do me dirty this way.
Ugh.
What sucks is despite everything I have plenty I to be happy about. I mean, Top Chef has returned and it’s set in Wisconsin.
A friend of mine who will remain anonymous paid my mortgage for April.
YES! MY ENTIRE MORTGAGE.
Do you have any idea what kind of relief that is for someone who has only made $1300 so far in 2024? Huge.
And yet, I’m still sitting around in crankypants for no damn good reason other than maybe seasonal transitions are rough.
My goal come April is to write more because I always feel better after I write, even if it’s just pointless bellyaching. I’ll try to make it more than that, but no guarantees.
Love & kisses,
Jodi