My dear friends! Afternoon of Sundries has been in existence as a lifestyle blog for 4 good years… and 6 years total. The last two of those years I was unknowingly going through changes. While I will always be so thankful for this blog, and the people and relationships I have gained through it…I realize this entire time I have been working towards becoming comfortable with the written word. Now after a lot of soul searching I have decided to permanently close my blog Afternoon of Sundries.
There have been hints, I have stopped posting on here, my FB page, and my Instagram username has changed as well. I have deleted boards on my Pinterest and renamed that as well. I have a new email and I have published a new page and been in contact with WordPress. All for my new website!
I will be taking any of the old stories I’ve written here and any new ones I will be working on and posting them, along with my published ebooks and other works on elodiegarrowaybooks.com The site’s theme you will recognize and like I said some of the stories too, but this new site will be devoted to fiction, and being an author.
Ack! What’s up people! You scared me! Traci just startled the mess out of me when she tweeted my old post just now. She’s a wonderful woman who shares my content even though I can be rubbish at producing it. The link above is to her site, which gives me happiness at the very least every Tuesday because she is the author of Tarot Tuesday!
The Tarot is fascinating and at the same time frightening for me. My family had quite a few dabblers into the world of magic and when you screw around with stuff you don’t understand well…
Do I believe in magic? Absolutely, 100% wouldn’t even deny it. It’s even in the Bible guys. Have I had unexplainable things happen to me? That’s an affirmative.
So I have a healthy respect for the magic and people who use any part of it. I love reading about it. Traci has some wonderful posts about that and the natural world and her photos are breathtaking. I can barely aim a camera.
But I digress!
So this past week it has been just comfortable enough out I could entertain the thought of having an herbal tea. NC is hot still and will be hot for a long while yet. At least two more months. While the rest of the US may be drinking pumpkin spiced things I’m still enjoying my lemonade.
This past week has been a roller coaster of emotions. It’s causing me stress. Never make promises you are unwilling to keep. Not ‘want to keep’ or ‘unable to keep.’ Not. Willing. That’s about all I can say as ambiguously as possible.
I’m absolutely knackered. I stand everyday when I’m not at school and yet when I return it’s like there are invisible weights strapped to my legs and arms. I come home every night feeling like 7 hours of sleep won’t be enough.
Besides the exhaustion that inevitably happens during a first week at school, we now seem to have our yearly trial upon us:
Ah yes, hurricane season has more than arrived and already, we have a big one heading our way.
I have been arguing with Ru for the past few days about evacuation. There are cons to evacuation:
We might not actually need to leave.
The roads may be closed and we cannot return.
If they close schools and we left but reopen them and we are stuck elsewhere… it could be messy, job wise.
Can we afford to board the cats for a week? Or more?
Will our home be safe when we are gone?
At the same tome there are pros to leaving:
We will have power.
We have two places to stay for free (just have to board the cats).
Our son, who worries about the hurricane and staying, will feel safer away from all this.
I want to see M and D! (Okay that sounds like I want a hurrication and I do not)
People who love us and worry about us won’t be so worried if we are inland.
So while the lists aren’t a perfect match, I just want the assurance that if it seems bad we will go. Yes we were fine the last couple of times. It was horrible to be without power for three or four days. It was certainly livable and nothing like what others have gone through.
I don’t know the answer but I am seriously upset that it takes hours if arguing with my husband for him to realize all I want is a “maybe.” If things look to go bad, will you think about us leaving for awhile? Menfolk. Humph!
Ah yes! Circling back to school here is my classroom:
As it says, color me happy! My room looks pretty good this year! Although a few students mentioned my classroom didn’t look clean (well you convince the janitors to come mop then, cause I don’t have any luck) I think it looks nice!
I have been writing a lot. I know you cannot see it in here but I am 10,000 words into my book! I took down my Clockworks Prologue and Chapters 1&2 because I want to make a go of it.
I am going to do a big old rough write and get the whole thing down. I only change things if as I go along I need to change for consistency. Something may not be detailed enough. Somethings maybe overly detailed. Some of the dialogue maybe a bit stiff too. Shes not quite human so being flat at first makes sense… but what if I don’t evolve her personality properly?
I’m just starting out. Right now all that matters is I’m getting it down.
Once I finish, I’ll probably marinate on it a bit and then go through it again. Then I’ll need some grammatical help. Let’s be honest, in the USA we aren’t taught the finer points of the English language. Just as I started out in school, they started testing. So I’ll need some help with that. I have a friend that’s helping me now but, it probably wouldn’t hurt to have a few folks look at it… and beta readers!
I also want a proper cover. Something probably expensive, knowing me. That’s just how I roll. If I’m going to do it. I DO IT. This may be my only book. If it is I want to say I love all parts of it even if 3 people read it and only read it because they love me.
It’s all very exciting. I am dreaming about it I already have 3 encounters with plot points circling my brain, I just need to get there. I already think there will be a few “as the weeks went by I…” to help me with that. My biggest fear is being boring. Like I take to long to describe what’s going on.
My other fear is of course, no one will like it. It’s a kind of police drama romance set in a sci-fi magic fueled future that’s a bit dystopian. So maybe there’s a genre for that? Who knows.
I also need a pen name. Back in the day it was Piper Thames cause I love England and it was a prominent geographical feature in many historic romance novels I read as a teen. (And I loved Charmed because badass magical women are awesome) I came up with that pen name when I was 17. I’m not sure that’s a good name anymore… how does one decide on a pen name? No seriously, how?
I’m just impressed I hit 10,000 words. It’s novella sized and it isn’t even done yet!
Of course I also have to juggle family, work, and soon soccer and cub scouts. Ah to be a mommy.
At least CDubs is a pretty happy kid. That’s the most important thing.
My boy had his first day at school last week as well! It was a staggered entrance apparently. He goes full time this week and I hope once all the kids are there, he does okay. He had fun on the day he went. I can only hope he keeps doing well. I’ve been trying to get him to do abc mouse and we have workbooks, but those aren’t as fun.
Well… I have to go out away our hurricane supplies and make my son his first Nutella sandwich. Here’s hoping he likes it! You know kids and new things…
I hope to catch up with you all soon! Be blessed and enjoy your week!
How are you all doing? It’s about to be the second week of August which signals for many USA citizens that school is either started, or starting soon. I wonder which you are or if you live somewhere else and your schooling schedule is different?
If we were having drinks I think I would have one last lemonade, a yellow one, that’s more sour than sweet… that’s how I like them you know.
But what to tell you? Well… my spirit has been heavy lately. I haven’t been sleeping well at all and I’ve been having headaches. I don’t think they are tumor related so please don’t worry on that score. I am sleeping very badly, devouring books, and breaking out like I am 14 years old all over my chin and cheeks. One starts to reduce (pimple) and another just grows. It’s bull-hockey (I.e. crap, unbelievable, bollocks). I didn’t have breakouts as a teen so I feel like I dodged a bullet. Acne should now let me go on dodging that bullet. Don’t come for a sneak attack in my thirties, that’s just mean.
The thing that has got my spirit heavy is work. Why?
You see, R-County has been hit with two MAJOR hurricanes in the past, 3 now, years. I’ve posted on here about the destruction. Each time we were out of school for around 6 weeks. Buildings went down, flooded to the roof, people were displaced and died.
It hit the school system too, students had no where to live and no money to completely start over again. This happened all over the county. People couldn’t live in hotel rooms for years. Some tried, but eventually you just have to leave and try to start again.
This has had far reaching consequences. While I am hopeful these consequences will stay away from me… nothing is assured in this life.
I had written this huge doom and gloom post about how the school system is in heavy debt and employed 190 teachers over what our population now needs, thanks to the hurricanes. I worry about our stability. I worry that we put this big down payment on a trip to Disney in the winter. I worried, because we don’t have savings and there are a lot of reasons why.
So my heart, and my spirit has been heavy.
But then Saturday afternoon I managed to fall asleep. This is a rare thing lately, to fall asleep during the day no less. I had a splitting migraine and I just turned out the lights and took some medicine and knocked out. I maybe slept for 3 hours? I don’t know.
When I awoke, I felt a lot better. I started, as ineffective as many seem to think it is, to pray.
Now I don’t pray like other people I know. I don’t kneel well, my knees pop out of socket when I do. I don’t always sit either, or bow my head. I know you are supposed to show supplication and certainly there are times I do but usually I start off arms folded or hands clasped and then I get into whatever I’m praying about and I start to speak aloud. I gesture with my hands as I speak and sometimes I rant and sometimes I cry, sometimes I just talk like there’s a heavenly receiver wherever I am and it’s obvious He can hear me.
I know that’s not particularly normal but, that’s how I’ve always done it. I’ve gotten in trouble too, people will walk in on me doing this and I know people think I am crazy as the day is long. But it helps.
So I lay in the bed, cause while my migraine is not a migraine any longer, I’m still a little tender in my skull, and I start speaking and gesturing at the ceiling. I know, so strange. And I’m talking out all of my fears. I have SO many.
I have to tell you, a peace came over me once I realized I just had to give up this pointless worrying. I can’t change it. I can’t make things work out. I can’t bargain or argue a better outcome but I can give all those worries to God or Heavenly Father to deal with.
I just have to give it up. I can sit here and make myself crazy when I cannot logically control the outcome.
So, while there is still an underlying nervousness, I am just going to trust that things work out.
I report for work for the next two weeks and then when I have officially worked 20 days with students I will either receive a notice my position has been cut or I won’t. This is a state law, I don’t think the county is so cruel as to lead people on when there are jobs elsewhere to be applied for. They simply do not know who is to be cut once the retirees, people who are quitting, or those moving jobs are settled.
There is only so much we can do.
In the spirit of what I needed, I napped again today. I cuddled with my son, did the dishes, and talked with friends on the phone. Yes, there never seems to be a way for me to sleep well the night before I go back to school. I feel the same sleeplessness will occur the night before the students return. I just hope to remain positive, and wary of only the things I can control and what is important to the now, for now.
Of course I will do my job and do a wonderful job in doing so. I will decorate the heck out of my classroom even though that’s a lot of work that may be for nothing. I am going to continue to do my best because I can control that.
I hope that if you are having similar fears about things outside of your control that you are having a better handle on it than I have had!
Now, it’s officially the first day back. It’s 1:40AM on Monday and I am going to attempt to fall asleep before 3AM. Today I should be able to move things around my classroom and do all sorts of things.
So I must say thank you for that last lemonade. Thank you for the talk and the share. I do hope we can do this next week, and every week after. I’m going to do my best to not hide every little thing and bottle it up this year. Let’s see how that goes!
Woah, my last post was in January. I promise that wasn’t on purpose. I’ve just been extremely “blah.”
Why? Lots of reasons. Sometimes teaching can be very hard. Sometimes I don’t see the point of continuing on with it, but at the same time I am good at it. I used to love teaching but I believe there was a lot of naïveté involved. I also had a lot of people around me that encouraged this. So when the veil came off, as it were… well. I just finished my 8th year. I finished an I’ve made decisions.
That’s it really. I can’t afford to not do these three things this next year. The rest of the things I worried about this past year can bite me. I ain’t doing/thinking about/giving power to next year.
The next thing I kind of strong armed us into is…
WE’RE GOING TO DISNEY!
If you were told, and I’m not sure if you were, we promised CDubs we would be going to Disney during the year that he turned 5. Well we butted it right up to the end there but sometime during the holiday season we will be driving down to FL and taking two days at the park! I’ve never been. CDubs is still at that magical age, and I know he will have such a good time.
I’ve heard why going at that time is bad, and why it’s good. I’ve been told a lot of things and gotten such good advice. I’ve also gotten rude, disrespectful comments, assumptions about our finances and all that.
I think I told everyone that I have 3 jobs? I had two school jobs this past year and then of course TUPPERWARE! So while I’m not rich, the money for the trip is being drawn from the “extra income.” But even if it were not, the nerve of some folks, you know?
I mean my mom has even said, “he should be 10 when you go,” yet they never took any of us to any Disney park… so I am not sure where her information/experience is coming from.
Now. This is our first trip. This trip is 100% about CDubs. We will be going on all the little rides. We will be meeting all the characters. We will be getting autographs and pictures. We will not be doing anything us adults want to do. It’s all about him.
We love everyone but this first trip is for him, only him and we three. I know when my family discovers that we are doing this trip, there will be some that scoff at what we’ve planned, or well meaning folks that want us to change what we are up to, and may even want to tag along but for this one an only time will it definitely just be us. Besides that being all we can afford, when we add more folks there are more expectations, more need to allow for others wants and wishes and that’s normal. That’s wonderful. The second time we go I am GOING TO HARRY POTTER WORLD. We will do meet ups and shows and rides on Space Mountain and all that jazz. But not this time. This time is for him.
Now being to articulate that, and hoping our families don’t think we are assholes, that might not go over well. I will do my best to get them to understand our point of view.
But I’m excited. We have the meals, the photo plan (again this one and only time I want perfect beautiful professional photographs. I’m partially blind in both eyes. My pictures come out 1 in 3 shots. On the 2nd trip I can jack up all the photos), the Disney park bands…. I’m getting us family shirts for the two days at the park. Maybe not red and green but something cute. We are getting ears and we are just doing all we can and it’s just exciting.
We already made our first big payment and there… there flew the extra money I earned… and the bonuses from teaching Band… bye mulah….❤️🖤 ah well it is worth it!
Now the title of our post, though I suppose Ariel does indeed fit into Disney and the trip quite well. No you see, I have taken the time to gut my child’s bedroom. I didn’t ask him this time what to keep. I am the one that plays with him the most. I know what he ignores. Four, 13 gallon trash bags of toys, stuffed animals, and happy freaking meal toys are gone to the thrift store. I moved the layout a bit, moved Ryan’s old kid table upstairs and his Pirates sports locker (thanks to Ryan’s parents who save a lot we have what we need for CDubs), took out the chalkboard and the only thing in the toy box are the tiny Calico Critters and their minuscule pointy objects and homes. I took half his blocks, my son had 5 containers of various building blocks and paired it down to 3. I took all of the baby books I had no idea were in there, three 27 gallon bins full of books to go to the attic…
I have dreams of giving CDubs’ children a library: “Congratulations on the birth. Here are literally hundreds of books. Read to your child. Now.”
And then I took his old tiny art box and upgraded it to this huge one. I bought him new colors, the white paper he has been asking me for, new construction paper, pencils, a drop cloth for the floor, I mean… this kid has an art studio now. He said he wanted to be an artist so, here you are baby boy! His stuff is neat. I love his hand drawn stuff but here is a digital piece:
It’s a house… or a rocket… or you know something freudian.
I mean all parents think they have a little Picasso. I get that, but there is no reason he can’t learn as much about art and pursue that as a career if he wishes when he is older. Right now it’s easy. Later there will be lessons if he’s serious.
Anyway, I digress. Then I attacked all of the bathrooms with a foaming peroxide spray that made me gag and scrubbed the blasted baseboards (no baseboards in the next house. Ceiling molding, sure. Baseboards and cat hair together just super sucks.).
I’ve washed the shower curtains new again, (if your washer has an agitator load up some towels a bit of bleach for germ killing and wash on warm, the inside plastic curtain and the other one will be quite clean. I figured that out when I was a kid! Works pretty well and we don’t buy new curtains… ever. Unless like I guess they got stained with mildew?) and lifted vent covers and you know, just done a bang up job of erasing the last 10 months of general neglect from those areas of the house. I mean it’s been okay but this is like blinding white, smells like chemically goodness, clean.
Confession time. Because of the hoarding nature of my parents home, the more crammed and cluttered my house is, the more anxiety I have. Bleach, cleaning sprays, and soap like smells they calm me.
I hate to clean cause I’ve got things to do but man I will happily stand outside after I am done and bask in the smell… which probably isn’t healthy… but I’m getting older so it’s the little things in life, right?
I cleaned out a closet which… isn’t clean but it’s lost about 1 bag of stuff we just didn’t need.
Next is the linen closet/tool closet (apartment living so no garage? Store it with the linens. It’s not like we have a lot of rooms anyhow!), the master bedroom (fancy, lol), going through my closet, hallway, stairs and then…
Is anyone helping me? Well, Ry is going laundry and the romance novels as rewards are helping. So there is that.
By August I plan to be 100% done and doing my best to maintain. CDubs is going strong on day 3 or 4 of keeping his room clean. He earned his rock badge for cleaning up after himself this week:
and he is excited to do another badge the next.
Which brings me to my next big thing:
I just bought two clear backpacks on Amazon today, big old writing pencils, (the fat ones. My son is a lefty and he needs all the purchase he can get! -Did I use that right, I’m trying to expand my vocabulary.) a pencil box, and I already got him a shark/pirate themed lunch set for school.
All I need is that class list and I am ready! I hope he is. He told me he doesn’t want to learn to read. I told him that I will always read to him even if he learns, so don’t worry. We will see how it goes.
I think that’s about all my updates! Thanks for reading this long but fun for me to write post! I hope to get back into blogging again! Here’s hoping for some stability in that as well!
I feel like gum on the underside of a desk. I feel all sticky and gross and no one should ever want to touch me. I feel like someone tried to scrape me off the underside of the desk as well, but I’m still clinging on.
I’ve been sick for about a week and a half. The last time we spoke I told you I was experiencing breast pain. Well it’s better but they still hurt. I used to feel nothing and now I am aware they are there. The pain is anywhere from a 4 to a 2. Compression helps, I don’t need the heat anymore and the Bactrium has run its course. The infection is gone but something is up. The doctor has decided it’s hormones and I’ve decided he’s a quack. The man never read my chart guys. He asked me stupid questions that were in the chart. I answered one wrong on accident and he didn’t even notice until I realized he had no idea to correct me. Then suddenly he knew what it was, and it may very well be hormones. I just don’t like how… uninformed he is. How he has no idea what he told me last time, does read the notes so I have to repeat myself and how patronizing he is when I do. I don’t like how he tells me to go pick out my next appointment and they put me in a room and decide without consulting me what day and time. So I’m not going back unless I need an emergency mammogram again. I am not a medical professional but you should I don’t know, read my blessed chart.
In other news I am in the slump on the continuum. It says first year teachers but that’s utter bollocks. It’s every year. They just don’t want to scare the newbies:
Mines is a little different, usually I just hit Disillusionment around February and hold on until April then rise up towards May and June. In June I reflect and July and anticipation hits in August.
I think I had a earlier drop thanks to being sick and the breast cancer/something bigger issue in December. I mean we were talking Lupus at one point. Blessed depressing that all was.
By the by “blessed” replaces all curse words and makes me sound even more Southern than I am. However blessing everything is much better than having my son inform me the raspberries are “Assberries,” because you know mommy has the mouth of a blessed sailor. You also have to say it southern, it’s not “blessed” it’s “bless-ed.” Give it a try, people will still look at you like you’re nuts it just won’t be while covering the ears of their children.
It just sounds better.
On another note I’ve lost 12 lbs on my diet officially, and I am blessed starving.
To say I am irritable and in need of chips, cheese products, ice cream and the like is an understatement. I never eat sweets and junk a lot before the diet but I miss my daily bag of chips. If we don’t buy another tin of mixed nuts soon, someone may die.
I don’t mind the salads (my phone is so shook by the diet changes that it auto corrected salad to sales. Poor dear). I don’t mind more veg in my diet. I care that the salty goodness is gone.
Sigh. Blessed diet.
But Ry’s blood pressure is down to 150/100 and that’s like a big deal (guys he was constantly in stroking out levels. No one understands how he is alive). He celebrated with a salad and a snickers bar. Then I told him no more snickers bars for the next 3 months. Such is life.
I am excited that at the end of the month I will be paid for the first time since before Christmas. The next 5 or 6 months are going to suck money wise. We have to do something stupid with our money for daycare. We will be getting less for our dependent care and having to scrape together more then we will be “reimbursed” in the fall when he is in school. It’s dumb. I don’t get why we can’t keep getting what we had but for 6 more months and then stop. It’s dummmmmb. Ah well. It is what it is.
Well I am off to bed. Got school tomorrow and a concert coming up and I’m sure there is a benchmark in there someplace. Enjoy your week!
Well hello! Can I tell you things have been off the chain? Let’s have a coca (I made it for everyone this year as a present!) and chat!
If we were having drinks I’d have to invite you over to my place. Being out in public is taxing right now because I feel my best in a sports bra. I also happen to look crazy uniboobed in a sport bra and my clothes don’t fit as well. My right breast is still hurting it’s been 3 weeks. I am not so sure if this course if antibiotics is really working. The binding/compressing my chest is the only way I sleep comfortably at night. I live for the times I put a heating pad on my chest. All of these seem to point to infection (compressions and heat) but the pills no longer make me feel better when I take a new dose and the Aleve is a joke. The pain is more near the surface and all I want to do is come home, make dinner and lay down with a heating pad. It’s…. discouraging. Next Thursday I have a follow up at the breast imaging center and I’ll be telling them all about this. Could it be a nerve condition? It doesn’t sound like Lupus, or breast cancer, or anything diagnosable that I’ve heard of… I would just like to not ruin my liver, or kidneys, and also not hurt.
I’ve also been feeling very low energy, which also points towards something infection like or sickness related. My house was truly looking good and then the medicines stopped working and now, like I said I just lay around after dinner falling asleep. I’m trying to use my energy this weekend for catching up a little and of course, progress reports are due Monday so I’m getting those updated!
My Tupperware business is going well… I appreciate that I can help people solve their problems in their kitchens! I am not like the people you see at the end of the Tupperware magazines with legions of Consultants following me, selling $5,000 or more a month…. no l, I doing a very modest job and I am enjoying it too. I think if I were one of those consultants (I mentioned) it might take the fun out of it. All of those responsibilities on top of being an educator would be very hard for me. I am lucky, and blessed I do all the business that I do, even if I had no sales in December! If I could ask for one thing, it would be to have a Tupperware party or two in Jan or Feb. that would be fun! I might do one myself just because, maybe another mystery host party! We will see!
CDubs is doing pretty well, the dinosaur craze is continuing. I convinced him to clean up in the living room tonight like an oviraptor would, it was funny and we actually got thing clean.
My son has watched the movie My Neighbour Totoro every night this past week. I think I am tasing a Miyazaki fan! He plans to leave the kernels from the popcorn we ate outside to see if Totoro will leave him some acorns. I have to find me some acorns in the pitch dark night tonight or all is lost!
That’s about it, we had a very short drink break this week!
I hope everyone has a good week, we will have to talk soon, I have to go put my little Totoro to bed!!
Well its another year! Gosh, a lot has happened but at the same time… it feels like everything is the same! How strange is that?!
I mean, my husband has a new job that he enjoys (hurray!!!) now, which he got halfway through 2018. While his mood at home had improved some, it’s still not where it needs to be. (I’m my opinion he can still be gruff and rude and very defensive when it is not warranted- and I understand to him it feels warranted but that’s a discussion for another day)
(You know it’s true, just hush you!)
I am working on improving our home life. I have been cleaning like a madwoman since November’s end and that was hard to do in between the gigs!
I have managed to not isolate myself and enjoy friends. I have not just gazed hopelessness at the piles of laundry. I’ve also been watching reruns of Hoarders to motivate myself, lol.
I grew up in a hoarding situation. It was… absolute shit. Sorry but it was. My house is NOTHING like what I grew up in. I know that. I also know we are bursting out of a “house,” that was meant for two people not 3. We live pretty well but after a major holiday you know there are many new things in my home and I have to fiddle to make them fit and covertly donate things when they don’t (my son does not like loosing toys!).
I feel like once a month I remove at least 1 bag to donate, and have 3 major trash days where I go diving into a closet, or a cabinet, or a dresser to uncover something we hid away to fix and never did, clothes from college or worse, high school or baby toys that have hung on because… it would have been nice to have 2.
Speaking of, my friend L (meet L) is having a baby!!
So we packed up two large totes of baby clothes (she picked them out), our crib, changing table, and bouncers and the like and took them to her beautiful home! She is due in Feb 2019 (of course) and I am so excited I got to help her prepare!! Another way I am beating the clutter but lending large items. When did this become about clutter, lol!?
Of course you remember Ry and I, and subsequently CDubs, are now on a new diet…
And that is going as well as can be expected during the holiday season. It’s done now (the season not the diet), and we have salad fixings in the fridge, pocket pitas for sandwiches with turkey and vegan cheese (lactose intolerant apparently) and vegan mayo (I am allergic to eggs). The last of the chips are being happily ate by our son and carrot sticks with no more than 2TBSP of ranch is the new snack food.
I’ve never been able to figure out breakfast due to the egg allergy, but now I really have to figure it out for my peeps so that’s on my to do list. Low carb spaghetti last night was…. not as tasty as the real thing. It just wasn’t. But low carb spaghetti doesn’t suck, even with almond derived cheese (yes you read that right).
My Italian ancestors are in the grave just a rolling at this point.
I’ve managed to get my Primary Music Leader binder made and finished just after midnight last night:
(this is just the cover)
And I even awoke to a fan girl like surprise from the owner/maker of the app I use to make a lot of my blogging graphics, Primary Games, and of course my Chorister/Music Leader stuff (look for the like heart ❤️):
Now, I organize the craft supplies, throw out the useless and attack my closet and personal dresser drawers. I promised the men a lazy day, but I didn’t promise one for me!
Tomorrow I work a teacher workday. Thursday I see a breast specialist, to see why only my right breast, with no lump or lesions hurts. I admit, it’s down to a 2 or 3 when it hurts (which is not as much as it used to. And the swelling is gone). I am out of antibiotics and I can only hope it was a strange infection on one could see but could feel the heat of… it’s safer though, to go, get poked and be 100% sure that it’s nothing completely off the wall.
So I have had a pretty eventful end of the year (I’d day all the exciting stuff happened at the end of 2018). I can only hope this positive trend continues into 2019!
Thank you for coming by and reading g a very rambling post today!