as you know the last two-three weeks have been qualifiers for an episode on twilight zone. I suspect there is more to come, but my brother announced the scheduling of an emergency probate hearing on the 22nd, and things have been looking hopeful for at least successfully contesting the aformentioned fraud and getting what monies are left heading in their more well-intended directions.
the past week dragged by at work, but nothing loomed over me like the weekend. I've had the sensation of somehow existing for the last 2 weeks in a perpetual out-of-body experience. I'm aware of what's going on, but have very little to account for it as one evening stretches into another morning. I knew I needed to do something to sort-of ground myself but I had no idea what that might be -- relaxing at home with a book? eh. Ok, same book but on the beach?...nah. Long bike ride around the island?....my ideas were just not cutting it. Then my friend Arnold asked if I could help out at the horse barn this weekend while he went to a funeral. Bingo. Then he texted that the funeral was moved to next weekend. Hmmh, so I asked him if he'd just like to have the morning off. Bingo #2. I met him Friday evening at the stables and walked through what needed to be done, and yesterday from 830am until 1pm I mucked 13 horse stalls and communed with the equines. I came home, chugged enough water to float the ark, make sandwiches and drove over to Rob's work to share late lunch with him, came back home, read a random article about 9/11 (and allowed myself a respectful cry session), then drank more water. I considered how good a beer might taste but didn't really want one and knew I'd probably go right to sleep if I did - I was deliriously tired. But at 5:09 I decided to go back to help Arnold close up the stables. Rob met us out there and we went to Coastal Kitchen for oysters and shrimp and a few beers. Back home I dropped my purse at the foot of the bed and pulled on a pair of pj bottoms that were on the floor. I do not remember my head touching the pillow.
For whatever insane reason, I hauled my sore self out of bed this morning and went out to help with Sunday duties. Apparently something inside me determined it was necessary. Yesterday was overcast and breezy but today was sunny and hot. I took a jug of water and I'm pretty sure I sweat it out as soon as I drank it. We finished up in the stalls around 1pm and saddled Eagle, Arnold's lanky young Appaloosa, for a jaunt around the farm. Then, almost begrudgingly, we called it a day. The tendinitis in my right wrist has been flaming since last night, I have a relatively painless blister on my right thumb knuckle despite leather gloves and anytime I move I can feel every muscle in my back, shoulders, arms and hands. I haven't smelled as awful, sweat as much or had so much grime on me in years. I could not have paid for better therapy.
Also worthy of noting. Prior to and in the meantime of fraud-snafu, there have been good things going on in life that do not deserve to be overshadowed by The Dark Side [of Polish con-artist murderers].
werps...stuff like that still sneaks out from time to time....
a little history: last year I took a deep breath and bought a car. An 06 G35. Wanda. It was a lovely car to look at and to drive (tribute photo below)
Sadly, 28 days later it was done-in by Tropical Storm Debbie and the street where one of her related flash-floods developed while I was on it. There is a distinct reason why they're called 'flash floods'...one second it's raining. Two minutes later the light hasn't changed yet and suddenly you're in 2 feet of moving water that has risen up around you before you could realize what was happening. Hopefully the first and last natural disaster style trauma I ever have to experience. I made two payments and Geico covered the funeral expenses (eventually). I console myself with the knowledge that something was probably wrong with it and while the insurance claim did slightly irritate my future premiums, it's probably not as bad as whatever repairs might have been needed. RIP Wanda.
I returned to driving old reliable Black Betty. What a car. 365k and counting. And I was never wowed by another car in a way that made me feel okay about saddling myself with car payments for the next several years. Then one day (July 30th) I saw a little Honda out in front of a local dealership where I know the GM. I took it home that night as a tester. And I bought it the next day (July 31st -- always buy new cars at the end of the month).
Welcome to the family Vanna!
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AND last but certainly not least, a few weeks ago Rob, who [tomorrow] starts his next to last semester of "so you waited 10 years to go to grad school" post-bachelors & pre- grad-school course work, was offered a part time position at a nearby outpatient therapy clinic where he's been logging observation hours over the summer. That was great news. His hours there work perfectly with his class schedule and a few of the PTs there graduated from Armstrong which is one of two schools Rob will be applying to (next month!). I'm sure I have been too distracted to adequately acknowledge how happy I am for him because I know he is happy. But my happiness only compliments my confidence that he will succeed and should never be confused with surprise, because people love my husband wherever he goes, and if they don't they're unworthy idiots. He's one of the most dedicated, smart, hard-working and genuinely good people I've ever known. I can't wait for him to become a Physical Therapist.
Neither can my back and right shoulder ;)
annnd tomorrow is Monday. sigh. but it's not here yet.
