mystic_savage

Andrew is in town and so, for several hours at a time, all is right in the world. 
Penny and Sar got published in their school paper.  Penny's story was called "12 Princesses and Me" and it includes the phrase "and then we all danced in a golden gazillion".  Sar told a surreal story about a tongue that ate the school.  They each authored a fortune cookie and their quotes were featured (along with their other classmates' ) in the paper.
Penny:  Someday, you will get what you always wanted.  Like a Hannah Montana toy. 
Sar: You will have different dreams, good and bad.
He'll be six (six!) in another 10 days.  How he has grown in the last couple of months since starting school...it's been astounding to watch.
I'm feeling physically better now than I was yesterday.
Karen and James got the wall up in their basement and now they have a real bedroom for me.  It's 8 and a half by 15 feet...long and narrow, but certainly big enough for me & my stuff.  Karen's taken up the powder-blue carpet and I think we're going to paint the concrete underneath.  There are several steps involved in painting concrete right, so it'll take prep and time, but I'm planning to help finish the floor in July, start moving stuff in during August, and start paying rent and living there in September.
Kevin has the kids in Vancouver this weekend, so I have the house to myself.
I had a great phone conversation with my grandmother a couple of days. She's 93, still living independently in Ransom, Kansas, and always a joy to talk to.  A conversation with her ranges from politics (she's a Barak Obama supporter in a land of Bush Republicans), to literature (she's read more National Book Award winners than I have), to local news (the minister's young wife has multiple tumors and has been flown to the Mayo Clinic for treatment). She's always gracious and polite, but if I'm blunt or even crude, it makes her laugh.  When I think of the world she grew up in...riding three miles to school on the family horse...and then think of everything that she's seen and lived through, adjusted to, accepted and affirmed...sweeping political and technological changes, a son who has a poly marriage, a bisexual grand-daughter and great-grand-daughter...I am in awe.  When I grow up, I want to be more like her.
I've talked to Mom and Dad on the phone recently too.  So they're up-to-date on the latest and supportive.  I'm lucky to have parents that really understand depression and who hold hope for me when I can't hold it for myself.
I had a date with Charles this week.  It was too short--a couple of hours between work and his drive back to Bellingham--but it was much anticipated and much needed.  I'll see him and Laurie and the kids again on July 5th, when I head up there on the train to spend the night.
And I have a job I kind of like, which is no small matter.  It's not the most stimulating job in the world, but I do a lot of walking all over the hospital and find that I'm more toned than I am on other jobs.
Fibromyalgia and depression have been kicking my ass, but I suppose there is something there to be grateful to as well. Or maybe that's stretching it.  Yeah, that's stretching it.  But I'm glad to have been able to write this much tonight.  Maybe the summer solstice heralds something better...