March 7, 2025

53 years ago I went to the Back Fence in Greenwich Village and got drunk.  Changed my life forever.  Two days later, Molly turned 21.  OMG, do  I need to make peace with time?  I have been in awe of it all week long.  On March 8, 1996, Cynthia was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.  But by then I knew this week in March was destined to be full of bad luck.  I don't feel those vibes today, I don't feel the utter fear that I normally feel the 2nd week in March.  But here we go anyway.  My fingers are crossed.  


I had a half hour to kill today so I went down to the Greenfield Pool,  I'm so lucky to live in this town.  It's really got some great spaces.    There was more water in the parking lot than the river, but the ice is beginning to break up and there was some flow.  



Good time in the pool this morning and the hot tub was super crowded, but super hot, too.  We held our ground and within 20 minutes our little group were alone in our tub.  LOL.  Such brats.   



Met Clara and Morgan for enchiladas tonight.  Kind of had a confusing day because I went from being satisfied to annoyed with my life for no apparent reason other than my blood sugar not being stable.   This is after a couple of weeks of very strong stability.  I get so mad at myself.   So frustrating to not just do the things that I know make me feel better and not worse.  But I felt my nervous system getting jolted around lunch and as it got worse I gave into chocolate and it got worse. 

I have a real weekend in front of me.  I'm so pleased.  The next two weekends are filled with have tos, but this one is all mine and the weather will be good.   I need a couple of new books. 



 

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