Where to Begin?

Oh my!  It's been seven weeks since my last blog entry!  How did life get away from me like that?  How did I neglect my bloggerly duties so egregiously?   And what have I been doing for seven weeks, you may well ask, with a little tinge of hurt and bitterness. Well, I got my nails done; I bought three new shirts and two new bras; read five books; went grocery shopping and made breakfast, lunch and dinner many, many times; picked up a couple of things at the drug store, dropped off my dry cleaning, picked up my dry cleaning...  Huh? What's that? Not the kind of thing you had in mind?  You do those things all the time, too, and you're not interested?  Well! (Picture Jack Benny.) Alright then, I'll tell you about my adventures.

Adventure number one is we sold our house.  No sooner had we hired our (wonderful) agent than he walked through every room of our house and told us what to clear out before we let strangers with money into our home.  Evidently we hadn't been living a photogenic life. He never said so out loud but I got the distinct impression we were more likely to be featured on Hoarders than in the pages of Better Homes and Gardens. So I rented a big storage unit and started boxing up our books and tchotchkes.  Luckily, and this is true, the big week of manual labor coincided with my treatment for a sinus infection.

Now, why would that be a lucky coincidence, you may rightly ask. The answer is that when two rounds of antibiotics and nasal spray didn't stop the pain, my allergist put me on steroids to reduce the swelling and thus the pressure and pain. And I am here to tell you that when you have a whole week of manual labor ahead of you, steroids are your friend.  Not only did they stop the pain, like turning off a faucet, they gave me boundless bouncy energy and optimism to spare.

I got more done in that week than I get done in whole months of my non-steroid life.  And this was not a heavy-duty dose of steroids; this was just a tiny sinus-targeted dose.  I can't imagine how much energy a Barry Bonds-size dose gives you.  My husband Alan kept saying, and I quote, "Man, it's like you're on steroids!"  Exactly.  The house was ready in a week.

Also in the last seven blogless weeks, our daughter Molly's college graduation and a family trip to Spain.    Many adventures on the trip to Spain so another blog soon.