End Game

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.




Mantastic Musical


Tonight is our last night in Maine. It has been a wonderful weekend, and we ended it on an extremely high note. We saw one of the best community theater performances we have ever seen tonight. The entire cast of “Full Monty” (performing at the City Theater in Biddeford, Maine) did an outstanding job, especially our friend, James , who rocked the part of Malcolm and literally brought tears to my eyes with his beautiful performance of “You Walk With Me.” (James is the one on the far left in the cast photo above.)

It was an epic ending to a fantastic weekend. A special thanks to my husband, Jeffrey, who wined and dined me, chauffeured me all over Maine, and allowed me to deplete our financial resources with a butt-load of purchases.

I’m exhausted, sated in every way, and excited to see my puppies again.

The Maine Man

This morning we packed our bags, said a teary good-buy to our dogs, and hit the road to Biddeford, Maine. The impetus for the trip is to see our friend in a community theater production of “The Full Monty,” but it was really just an excuse for a mini road trip before I (hopefully) head back to work at the end of next week. Here I am, all shaded up, enjoying the ride.




After we arrived and checked into our hotel, we headed back out and explored Biddeford a bit, then headed to downtown Portland.  Jeffrey indulged my hobby fever and took me to five different comic book stores between Biddeford and Portland. At the last store, we bought this kick-ass, 13″ Hal Jordan Green Lantern Figure.




We spent the day walking and exploring the great shops in downtown Portland, then headed back to Biddeford for dinner. After a couple margaritas at a quaint little Mexican restaurant,  we popped over to a nearby Target for some perusing. I, of course, had to take my obligatory pictures on/in the iconic Target Balls and Circles.






Then we went inside, and I found and bought these because, well, I had to





After that, we headed back to the hotel, but  stopped  at a gas station for a lottery ticket, where we discovered Maine sells liquor at their gas stations – SWEET! We didn’t actually buy any, because we’d already purchased baby bottles of wine at Target, but it still was awesome to discover this.





Once back in the hotel, we got the booze in the fridge and got comfortable…a LOT more comfortable. (I need a break from that damn man-girdle every now and then.)  You can see a blurry hint of the top of my new surgery scar if you look close and squint.



Here’s a close up of my cool boo boo band-aid on my abdomen, covering a sore spot where the tape from my incision bandages did a number on my skin.



It’s been a great first day. We plan to explore nearby Kennebunkport tomorrow, then have dinner and see the show tomorrow night.

Wish you were here.

Ob-la-di Ob-la-da Life goes On

As I grow closer and closer to being fully recovered, I have begun resuming my normal activities, not the least enjoyable of which is going out to dinner with my hubby on a lovely weathered evening. Tonight, we made our way to a nearby favorite, Bomber’s Burrito Bar, for some light noshing and imbibing. Here I am perusing the menu on the outdoor patio:


We were pleased as (spiked) punch when our drinks arrived. Jeffery got his usual: a blue margarita, and I got mine: a Jimbo (half beer, half margarita…it’s way better than it sounds, trust me.)




After finishing dinner, we headed home and spent time frolicing with the furry kids on the bed. We tried to get a family photo, but after 40 tries, this was the best of the bunch:




Tomorrow, we’re hitting the road and heading to Biddeford, Maine (near Portland) to see a friend of ours in a community theater performance of “The Full Monty.” It’ll be my first big road trip, but a much needed (and well deserved) mini-get away for us, after the trials and tribulations of the last few months.

I’m still not 100%, but I’m pretty psyched to be as far along as I am.

The New Normal

I had the closest thing to a normal weekend so far, thanks to these two guys:



Jim and I had dinner and spent the night in Lennox, MA last night. Today, we explored nearby Lee and Lenox Center, two cute little towns, where we had lunch and shopped a bit.

When I got home, Jeffrey and I caught up on our last evenings, then headed out to pick up my comics and meet our friend, Mark, for cocktails and dinner (and some more light shopping) at a local restaurant and mall.

Despite being a little sore and very tired, it was wonderful to be out of the house and spending time with the men in my life.

I’m a lucky fellow indeed.

Farewellings and Frenzies

Today was the service for my friend, Brian. It has been a long while since I have been at anything like this, and I was quite uncomfortable with the religious drapery about it but, out of respect for the memory of my friend and his family who invited us to this very private affair, I muddled through it. I only lost it once when his brother got up to speak, reminding us all that “if you are here, it is because Brian loved you. You made the cut. You were on his team.” I think he would have appreciated the sentiment, and loved watching me squirm through the prayers and bible readings. He had a peculiar sense of humor about such things, and he always liked to try to make me a little uncomfortable for his own amusement. Through the tears, I smiled at the thought of him having one last chuckle at my expense. Afterwards, we gathered at a nearby bar & grill, one if his usual haunts, and toasted him with beer, sharing stories of him with friends and family. A fitting farewell to a man so few of us were lucky enough to know well and share a bond with. I will definitely miss his presence in my life.

As you can see from the previous post, we’ve been in a bit of a re-decorating frenzy at Breen Acres. My hubby, Jeffrey, and I agreed, upon moving in a year ago, that we would make no major purchases and would make do with whatever we already had moved in with for one year. We ended our first year here this past March, so the restraints are off and all of the ideas and plans we’ve discussed (and all the wonderful suggestions my bf Jim has made) can start to be put into play. It will never cease to amaze me how a few simple changes can completely alter the look and feel of our home. I am in love with our new curtains and blinds and reconfiguration of our living room. But the interior design bug has bitten me hard, and it is all I can do to restrain myself from spending every dime we’ve managed to scrape together on every last item I’ve decided our home absolutely must have to improve it to my satisfaction and pleasure. Fortunately, Jeffrey’s cooler head has prevailed and forced me to pace myself.  Sigh…whatever happened to reckless abandon?

I am several days behind on all of your blogs, but I have chosen to wait until I can sit down and properly read and respond rather than just skim through. It’s been great to hear from so many of you and to have new followers as a result of the bloggerpalooza a couple weeks ago. I definitely feel reinvigorated as a blogger. On that note, I’m toying with the idea of bringing back Undie Monday. What say you all?