Thursday, August 23, 2007
This is my scenery every morning when I come to work. These silhouette yard decorations were really popular in these parts a few years ago, but not so much anymore.
An older couple lives in the building in between the church and the church office (you can see the block glass window of our church basement in the background) and this guy is in their back yard next to their garden.
Can you see the metal hoop that is bolted on to the silhouette's crotch area? I suppose this has been constructed to hold the guy up, but every morning I look at this guy relieving himself while balancing on one leg quite gracefully and have to smile.
I can't believe I went a whole week without posting. Other than vacations, this is the longest I've gone without writing since I started this thing last October. I'm definitely p*ssing around here, malingering in some quasi-depression, and it's getting old fast.
Maybe it was the oppressive heat followed by the oppressive rain. Maybe this medicine is just not right for me. Maybe it's not exercising and eating too much junk food, which makes me feel sluggish and perpetuates the vicious cycle. Maybe I've finally been beaten down in the home stretch as I wait for my family to go back to school.
Today is my first semi-day of freedom -- Hubby went back for his first in-service day at school today. So I've got one down, and Mabel's first day is next Tuesday, so by this time next week I will be on my way to reclaiming part of my life again.
I'm hoping this will help to revitalize me and get me back on track. I feel so disconnected and apathetic right now; I feel lazy and fat and every other negative thing I can conjure up. I need to get back into my IE and conscious living, because I know I feel so much better when I am in tune to my body and the world around me.
Sorry about the lapse in writing. Now that I've made the effort and posted, I think it's a sign I'm regaining some normalcy again.
By the way, today is the first anniversary of my neck surgery. If anything should give me a good feeling, it's knowing how well I recovered from it and how much better the quality of my life is since having it. I have so much to be thankful for and need to start appreciating and living the life I've been given.