Sunday, December 17, 2017

An Update

It seems that unfortunate circumstances always bring me back to this blog for recording milestones and significant events. First, I would report that the four-week online workshop, Introduction to Japanese Poetry, went well. Got a lot out of it and am writing haiku and tanka with more confidence.

I did find it prudent to arrange with Hospice for another bereavement counselor, after all. Sorry that I could not continue with C., but J. also has been quite helpful. Listening to someone talk is not the world's simplest thing, after all.

As events have turned out, my cousin Nora (a Moen on the Wicker side of the family) died on the sixth of December, and our uncle Don followed on the ninth. My husband, his sisters, and other family members drove to the funeral, last Friday, and drove back the same day. The snow didn't reach them until they were halfway home, and it seems there was little wind.

 These latest deaths were a shock, coming on top of everything else. My life pattern was disrupted by the failures of both of my laptops and my computer printer. I am trying to sort out files and programs on my desktop computer, which is an old Lenovo IdeaCentre, and delete unwanted files. My photo library has grown to such an extent that it will no longer fit on a 1-TB drive. I know that I have saved many duplicate files, which I need to get rid of. Both of my 2-TB external HDs are over halfway filled, and I must reallocate space to accommodate a working Photo Archive disk and a back-up copy to be kept in reserve in a bank vault. I have been going through the email files, which have accumulated for more than ten years.

I cannot face deleting correspondence between Mother and myself, and yet I do not want to revisit those emails. She is to me still a living person, and I would not care to block that relationship ongoing by trying to confine our relationship to past utterances.  The cause of her death was listed as sudden onset dementia, but the signs of it preceded failure to cope by several years. I would not want to get caught up in the experiences of the years in which she was too often, and for good reason, angry at life. We spent a lot of time together, even after I got married (autumn, 1992), and we laughed a lot as well as discussing important matters and the problems and joys of the world in general. The joy was the "real" her.

This week marks one year since my T2 diabetes diagnosis. My BG is pretty much under control thanks to diet and test-assess-retest fine tuning of the same, as well as the timing of meals and exercise. Lost over 40 lbs., and I am enjoying small meals of variety, relearning cooking from the NY Times online Cooking section.

What I need now, besides a larger computer that's adequate for my writing and art work, is a sane world to work within and peace enough to sleep through the nights.

My relationships, what remain of them, are a joy. And the puppies love to cuddle.

Poetry at quiltedpoetrynet. Resurrected thewrittenword.net (quietspaces.net will take you to the same pages) and renewed my trade name for another five years. Still acting as the state agent for Center for Conscience and War; pperwork to send to the home office, next week. Christmas gifts are bought, and all can be put in envelopes, this year.

Al's finished with Sunday Night Net. His turn at net coordinator, and our antennas, electricals, &c. are a mess as he continues to work on the workshop wiring. He's removed the antenna from my fixed station, and my handhelds are tucked away.

And I must close this and find some more tea.

Best wishes for the winter holidays and the new year!





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