Good Day

Good day doesn’t have to be a Friday

Doesn’t need to be your birthday

The next one then you won’t survive

Sing along hold my life

A good day is any day that you’re alive

Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive

Asked me mmmmm, you had to ask me

In the dreams you tell me

Tell them only you were tired

Sing along hold my life

A good day is any day that you’re alive

Yeah, a good day is any day that you’re alive

A bad day comes every once in a awhile your body says

Fourteen hundred shooting stars and (every time?)

A bad day comes every once in your body life

Goodbye

Hold my life one last time

A good day is any day that you’re alive

Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive

Yes a good day is any day that you’re alive

These are the days

Paul Westerberg, Good Day Lyrics

 

Any day I am alive is a good day, even the days when my head is splitting and my body is all but broken. Even the days when I can barely see our dreams any longer. Even the days when the bed is my only solace. Even these are good days. These past few weeks, with all their pain, these too have been good.

I wonder also whether our plans will work out, when Ken now has a torn tendon in his right shoulder. He cannot do all that needs to be done any more than I can. Will he need surgery? Will this cause him endless pain? Will he be able to drive the Raven? Will we be able to leave in May?

Keep the faith.

Keep the hope.

Believe in miracles.

Stay alive.

The Confession and The Test

We are the typical American gluttons, and then some. We have an upright freezer, well stocked with organic meat and berries, and two refrigerators—one for “the overflow and beverages.” How wasteful is that? We have a well stocked larder in the basement as well, having the ingrained habit of buying in bulk at Costco. We have enough kitchen and linen items to furnish two households (though to be fair, we did combine two households way back when). We each have a closet burgeoning with clothes we hardly ever wear.There isn’t much we really, honestly want for, besides space.

We are also in dire staits this month because, as it happens, when sh** hits the fan, it goes everywhere. Everything that is due annually or semiannually is now due. Everything that is a medical necessity, like CPAP masks and shoulders, break when you yourself are broke. And all this after we put just about everything we had saved up into getting the Raven fixed.

But that is life.

So, now this brings us to the test, the true test for the hoarder and the glutton: Can we live off of our overstock for the next two months, only buying those few perishable necessities like milk and eggs as needed?

Because this crisis comes at the perfect time, as with everything God does, whether we recognize its perfection or not at the time, we need to deplete the surplus which is in our freezer and our larder because it won’t all fit in the Raven’s tiny refrigerator. How perfect is that? It is a great reason to clean out the cupboards and learn a new way of shopping, to boot.

Another test is how fast we can sell the rest of our “treasures” so that we can get on the road. Texas awaits!

She’s Back!

Yesterday was one of the most amazingly beautiful days, especially so far this year. It was bright and sunny with nary a cloud in the sky. Absolutely gorgeous.

And me without my camera. Bummer.

Yesterday, we drove out to Sandy to pick up the Raven. They finally finished the roof and the catalytic converter. It was way more expensive than I had hoped, and it was even $200 more than what he had quoted me a few weeks ago. But those things happen, I guess. After scraping together all our pennies and waiting to pick her up until after payday, our budget is now stretched so thin, I can see through it in places. It will be tight, tight, tight this month.

I thought, (silly me for thinking too much) that I might ask my adult son for a little help this month. After all, he has been living here rent free so that he could save up some cash to get his own place. As I rested yesterday afternoon, after picking up the Raven, thanking God for all the good in our lives, I received a call from my son. He dislocated his shoulder again, at work this time. Well, there goes any further notions in that direction for now.

But she is back and I am so happy that we can get started in earnest on our projects once again.

And I am back too. It is a sweet feeling when things start to click. One of the medications I had been on for the past six months or so was messing me over big  time. It had caused increased anxiety and panic attacks and even increased my depression. Thankfully, my doctor is one smart cookie. He took me off that nasty little number and Jenni is back in business! Of course, I still have the pain and fatigue, but we are working on that.