update-y

For the zero people who still attempt to keep up with this blog, here's a quick update on what's been going on.

For starters, there's something awry in my body. I'm not going to go into the gory details here, but I've been in an anemic fog for the last couple of months. All of my female friends have endured my listless whiney ass complaints, and they understand. I'm tired. Blah blah blah. I've got a call in to my doctor, and I need to go in for another blood test. I just can't get over how fatigued I've been, and believe me, I'd love to get my energy back. I'm still working out, but I'm ready for bed at 7:30 p.m.

What else? I'm back on Team Komen. If anyone would like to make a donation, please let me know.

Caroline and I are hooked on "Dancing With The Stars" (a really swell thing to watch while you're lying in an anemic coma.) I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but not too much. There's nothing on television worth a flip any more. O.K. Maybe "Grey's Anatomy". (Lord help me, I got completely sucked into this one.) And that new "Studio 60" was good. And "The Simpsons" still rocks. But not much else.

D. is still travelling.

I'm trying to cook more. Last night I made a most excellent batch of chicken and dumplings. I roasted the chicken with shallots, garlic, and fresh rosemary and sage, made stock from stratch with the "trash" parts of the chicken, whipped up some dumplings, and pulled it all together. After eating a large portion I collapsed in a heap on the floor. (Just kidding. It was the bed.)

I'm drinking less. Well, less often. When I am drinking, it's stellar. Friday nights have been "Yay Wine" nights. You know what? When you are in an anemic fog, and you drink a bottle or two of wine, the next day is hell. It doesn't help when your girlfriend is saying "here, drink more red wine - it's good for you!"

I've been going to church again.

I guess I really don't have a lot to say. At least not that I'll post here. There are people I would LOVE to say F*ck Off! to, but they're not worth it. I am better than that, and I've found that taking the high road is easier in the long run. (But, seriously - if I could just say Bite Me, I'd do it. O.K., just in my head.)

The next time I blog will be about something other than my sorry physical state.

Go red blood cells, go!

Wait - one more thing...

Did anyone else read Sunday's "Parade" magazine's cover story by Mitch Albom? (If you didn't just click on the link.) It posed the question, if you had one more day with someone who has died, what would do, and what would you say?

I (of course) thought of my Dad, and my initial thought was I'd give him a big hug, fix him something to eat, and sit down at the kitchen table. I'd listen to his stories, and tell him how much I deeply appreciate everything he'd ever done for me and for my family, large and small. I'd look at his large hands, and memorize his face, and voice. I'd ask him where he hid the '73 Winchester. (We still haven't been able to find it!) I'd say "I love you", and let him go (again).

The point of the article was that the thing we miss the most when our loved ones die are the ordinary things. Sharing a cup of coffee - phone calls - meals.

Yes, I cried.

O.K. That's all for now, folks.