Wednesday, January 03, 2007

My therapy

I went home sick today. Or I should say they ran me out like a common pigmy. I went home and strait to bed with thoughts of all I could accomplish today in my head. It's hard for me to stop a moment and heal, but this is what I am doing. After getting all the rest I think I needed, I went to the store and p[icked up food. I decided to feed this sore throat all that it can swallow and get my stregnth back. I'm not doing so wel with that, only because I'm not very good at eating while I am at home. It's no fun cooking for myself. Thank goodness for frozen food.

The bird, who has always been the sort to stay on her cage and be terrified of being off of it has been jumping off lately and wandering about the house. This doesn't bother me, it tells me she is happier in her new digs. She followed me around while I put away my groceries and talked to me in my voice, which flattered me to no end. Rich will understand how wonderful that is.

Meanwhile, Chickie asked if the curtain is closing on my blog, and the answer is "Oh Hell NO!" This is my therapy. And possibly my favorite addiction. I look forward to blogging each day. It provides an outlet I wouldn't know otherwise and gives me an opportunity to expres myself in a public manner. I can be as goofy or as silly as I want to be. I never thought two years ago when I forst heard about blogging that it would become such a staple in my life.

And you. So many of you I know only through your blogs. In some ways I might know you better than your families because you express yourselves differently there than anywhere. It's like reading a novel where the people are real and the story doesn't end. I love every minute of it.

In other news, I met C's new someone last night. I was very apprehensive, as I am sure I mentioned, and meeting her put to rest all my issues. It was still strange to know that she was going home with him to the room where I used to sleep. But I found her to be very nice and of an attractiveness that wasn't at all intimidating. Equal footing, if you will. Rumor has it I did very well and didn't act at all strange. I felt very awkward. But you have to do what is right when possible, and I wouldn't have dealt with it any other way. Sometimes, you have to swallow your misgivings and fears.


Chickie said...

Hee, I'm a big worrywart and assumed the worst after the last line of your last post!

It would have to be totally freaky to meet and ex's new someone.

Hope you get to feeling better.

Rich | Championable said...

I was reading this post, and I was like: "I would relate to the bird talking thing?"

Then I realized it's another Rich.

Nice ego, me.

mist1 said...

I can't get past the common Pigmy part. Aren't they all uncommon? Or maybe that's just the way it is where I live.

Ginamonster said...

Chickie, I know, so I wanted to address it. It was, but it's not the first time I've been through that, just the first time with him. AND, if you're on the up and up as to why we broke up in the first place, you know why it was important that the meeting take place.

Rich, yes, but it's ok. You're entitled to your ego. an I thought you might think it was you, so I almost specified, then I realized you would figure it out.

Mist1, Clearly you have never been to Singapore.

Actually, I just wanted a chance to say I was run out like a common pigmy, and well, given my height, I may actually be descended from one.