Friday update… just a little late!

The week flew by! So what else is new? lol

Well, y’all know about Monday and Tuesday already. No sense in rehashing that! And I’d just assume not to myself. ugh.

Of course, the rest of the week was pretty slow. Not a whole lot going on.

We went out to dinner on Thursday. Chili’s. It was pretty good, even though Mary was disappointed. She didn’t want a hamburger, but it seemed to be the only thing that she could order. I had ribs. I hadn’t had them in a long time and soon remembered why I haven’t had them in a long time. Half of what I chewed stayed in my teeth and most of the sauce on my fingers. Oh well. It was still good. Bill had crunchy shrimp tacos. He said they were good, but he never has a bad review.

So, why didn’t I watch Grey’s Anatomy when it came out? I don’t know, but I’m really liking the streaming video from NetFlix, even though they’ve raised their prices stupidly. With crochet hook flying or knitting needles clacking I’ve been having Grey’s marathons. It’s really a bad thing, but I refuse to think about that. It’s like a medical soap opera and even though I get really mad when they work characters out (George) (Izzy) I’m enjoying the show a lot. I’m really hoping that the episodes don’t run out before it catches up with the current season. It’s been on a long time!

I’ve been working on some new crochet patterns and I have something almost ready to send to a ‘tester’ to see if they’re a hit or a miss. Even though she doesn’t live in the frigid north any more, she might get cool enough to try this out. Okay, Melissa???

Mary’s baking bug has not fizzled yet. She made a list on Friday of things she needed from the store to make the recipes she’d chosen to use while I was in Pooler getting my nails done. I got my hair cut, too, which is a good thing since I’ve got that reverse-Cruella DeVile look going. You know. Roots that REALLY need to be done but I don’t want to color the hair any more. A few more hair cuts and it will all be taken care of. In the meantime, though, kinda funky. Oh well.

I have letters written… in my head.

There are a few letters I need to really write, but when I sit down to actually write them they fade away. They aren’t really nice letters. One in particular stirs up anger and hurt and I really don’t even want to do it, but it needs to be done. Two others need to be written to two special people who are struggling and I’m not close enough to talk face to face. One letter is to someone going through horrendous medical issues and I wish with all my heart that I could be there to help, but know I can’t fix anything.

Words used to flow from my mind to my fingertips, through pen to paper, with amazing ease. Now it seems it all gets stuck in my head, tormenting me to get it out, get it on paper, only to run, skittering around my brain until I give up, put it back in those shadowy, dark places, hoping they won’t come out again until I sit at the computer, ready for them to escape.

Evasion, you think?

Probably.

Denial?

Yeah.

I guess if I want the torture to end, I’ve got to do something about that, huh?

Maybe later.