Besides painting. Vacuum. Sew. Apply Frontline to cats. Only four cats. Thinking about that still makes me sad. Write a check for band shoes. These shoes are cheap – maybe I’ll make the kids wear them all the time. I can’t think about much else, because I’m tired and headachey and it’s still raining, and now my ear is hurting sharply again. My tooth, ear, and neck have never stopped being a bother since. . .what, December? Maybe November. It’s been a long time, anyway. It’s just that now there’s pain, not just discomfort or ache. I’m going to campaign for the doctor to send me in for an MRI or a CAT scan, whatever will see inside my head the best.
It’s my birthday today. I didn’t remember until hubby wished me a happy birthday when he called to let me know he’d gotten to the office in one piece. Funny how they mean less and less as time goes on. Maybe I’ll get excited and throw a big party in three years when I hit 50. It’s been so long since I’ve thrown a big party, and I used to be the hostess with the mostest. I’ll practice by starting to plan hubby’s 50th – if I can pull that off, then maybe there’s hope for me again. Heh. My milestones, though, are based more on the kids’ milestones, or other happenings in life. For the girls, there are changes, significant events, new things in their lives each year. Presents and parties and such make sense. Presents don’t make sense for someone who doesn’t need to wait for something she/he needs or wants (except waiting to be able to afford it, of course). Parties for the sake of socializing, parties to mark an event that everyone can celebrate instead of making one person the guest of honor, those seem more appealing to me. I might need to bring back the annual housewarming party. If we ever get a friggin’ mason to actually come through, we can have a new walkway party, the way we had a new driveway party at the old house, but minus the chalk and tricycles, I suppose.
I’m not really as depressed or down as I sound here, just weatherbeaten. Since the systems that bring rain or snow wreak such havoc on my sinuses and give me headaches and affect my sleep (which gives me body aches, too) I just feel icky overall. When I feel like this, I look at clutter, unfinished projects, and even things I actually want to do as oppressive – and feel like running away from them rather than doing anything about them. Once I get started, I’ll be much better. I should probably blog after I get something done, rather than before I get motivated to do it, ya think?