The shirt I am sporting in this picture is a T-shirt from the 2014 San Diego Comic-Con.
I did not attend the Comic-Con this year. I have never been to the Comic-Con, nor San Diego, for that matter. So, one might wonder, how is it that I am sporting this nifty “can only get it at the Con” t-shirt?
Because, once again, I am the recipient of amazing generosity from one of my fellow bloggers and, if I may add, someone I consider a friend-I have-yet-to-meet-in-person: Shawn, over at Fearsome Beard, who attended the Con and, knowing my…ahem…love/obsession/addiction to all things comic books, got me this shirt, along with a bag full of convention swag, and shipped it to Breen Acres. (Pop over to his blog and read more about the Con, and see his pics from the event..they are nothing short of awesome!)
Shawn has been a follower, and commenter, on my blog for years, and recently started his own blog. Shawn and I have shared e-mails and texts and we even share mutual friends. Shawn has advised me, and offered support and assistance, through the purchase of my home and the adoption of my dogs (and future dogs?). He has continued to offer words of support in some of my…darker…times, and words of encouragement and congratulations through my various struggles and successes in life over the years. It is a pleasure to have him as an “official” part of the blogging family, and to include him, without hesitation, in my circle of friends. His kindness is one of many I have benefited from, from bloggers over the years, ( that I’m are I have failed to adequately express appreciation of, although I’ve tried) reinforcing, once again, that bloggers can be some of the most thoughtful, giving, supportive and loving people to know.
I offered to reimburse him for the cost and effort, but he merely asked I pay it forward in some way. So, I look forward to a future post I will write, sharing with you all whatever I decide to do, in efforts to bring joy to another, inspired by this act of kindness and generosity.
Thank you, Shawn. I am touched and humbled.
After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman,
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn…
- Veronica A. Shoffstall
Tonight Jeffrey and I played with our Wii. We played three games of Wii bowling and one game of 100 pin Wii bowling. It was so much fun. I’m a little sore, but this will help me exercise and get ready to bowl again in the fall.
I’m also carrying my actual marine ball around the house to get used to carrying the weight. In a week or two I hope to actually go bowling again.
I’ve missed playing with my balls in public.
He he he.
We had a pretty terrifying experience tonight.
We headed out to dinner in a nearby city. En route to the place we were planning to have dinner, a storm brewed. Within minutes we went from a clear sky to what I can only describe as a near monsoon. The rain was so severe we could barely see 5 feet in front of us. The winds were so harsh, that traffic lights, trees, and even some cars were being blown side to side. The roads instantly flooded and some cars were driving through several feet of water. Several streetlights went dark and it was like traffic anarchy. I don’t know if we were in more danger from the severe rain, wind and lack of vision, or the haphazard and dangerous way people were driving.
I was so scared I was near tears. Jeffrey was able to maneuver us into a parking lot where we parked and waited out the storm. Although I was quite shaken and ready to go home, we were very close to the restaurant and decided to have dinner anyway.
A couple of our friends accepted our last-minute invite, so it turned out to be a nice evening after all.
We’re both home safe and sound now, but I’m still a bit shaken from the evening’s events.
Today is my last day at home before returning to work tomorrow. It is a bitter sweet time. I am glad to be putting the past few months behind me and looking forward to being more consistently healthy and, if I’m lucky, never having another surgery. I am also glad to be almost completely back to normal, as far as activity goes, with just some avoidance of heavy lifting for a while longer. I am not thrilled to be returning to my daily cubicle, but it is a necessary evil to have the life we have and do the things we do. I am also very sad to have to leave my dogs every day, again. The time I have gotten to spend with them has been a silver lining in the dark clouds of my recovery, and I imagine I will have some separation anxiety to deal with for a while.
Rather than sit and sulk the day away, I decided to be super productive, the way people like me are when it’s the final hour and deadlines are looming. I probably did more projects today than I have done in 8 weeks. Besides laundry, dishes, dusting and sweeping, I also reorganized our cupboards and buffets to make room for this nifty new set of dishes we bought in Lake Placid this past weekend:
This led to sorting and organizing our linens (table clothes, napkins and runners) candles, and coasters. Then I re-sorted my towel closets, our bedroom closet, and the bed linen closet upstairs. Then I moved all the medical supplies we’ve been using from our master bathroom to the guest bathroom (aka, “the pharmacy”.) Then I re-alphebetized all our DVDs and cleaned out and sorted a few drawers. Then I took the door of the comic book room crawl space and used our jigsaw to trim a half an inch of the bottom (yeah, I just typed that) so the door wouldn’t scrape across the carpeting, as it has done since we moved in. Then I had to vacuum all the saw dust off the back porch. Then I put the door back on its hinges, and put a shelf up in the comic book room before heading back down stairs to finish up some odds and ends.
While I was doing all of this, I was composing blog posts about building homes and families. Then I decided to do two separate posts: one about homes, one about families. Now I am not writing about either.
My doctor’s appointment is in 2 hours. I will get my “walking papers” which I will need to return to work tomorrow. Jim will get home from India at the end of the week. I won’t be seeing him for another week, but I’m glad he’ll at least be back in the country and only a couple hours away. Jeffrey has texted me and promised to have tacos ready for dinner when I get home. Harvey and Rita Mae are laying quietly on my lap, unaware that this time together is coming to an end.
All in all, I’m thinking the good far outweighs the bad in my life.