I never thought I'd see it come to pass.
It never even entered my mind that it could be a possibility.
But it's true.
Sad, but true.
The circus will no longer be coming to town.
No more Ringling Brother's and Barnum and Bailey posters.
No more "Greatest Show on Earth".
May of this year will be the last shows before they close up the Big Tent and fade into history.
What will the people do who have always been with the circus? What will the clowns do?
Go into politics?
What will the high wire performers do?
Become police officers?
What will the lion tamers do?
Become middle school teachers?
The list goes on and on.
No more cotton candy, or pictures made on elephants, or Ring Masters.
No more nothing.
Makes me extremely sad.
They say all good things must come to an end.
I guess this proves it.
Six days ago I blogged about how we were having ten below zero wind chill factors, four (count 'em, four) inches of snow and were really, really cold.
Today it is in the low seventies.
No, I haven't moved. I'm in the very same house I was in six days ago.
But Mother Nature is apparently in menopause.
Everyone has always wondered when the world would end.
Well, I guess this means we're a little bit better than half way through.
If Mother Nature lives to be an old woman, that is.
I guess we'll just to wait and see.
Happy New Year and all that.
Happy Birthday, Elvis.
Etc.
Yesterday was an interesting day for me. As you know, if you are anywhere near here, we got around four inches of snow and extremely cold weather.
No, Yankee, I don't mean fifty degrees, ha, ha. You are so funny.
We got wind chill of ten below. The high yesterday wasn't. And since we live on Ice Mountain, we stayed home.
The alternative was wrecking our car.
So, we built a fire and kept it going all day, which I loved. It's my daddy's genes.
I cooked, which everyone else loved. Well, I did, too. I like good food and this meal was good.
There were just a few things that went wrong.
I was reaching into the middle desk drawer for a ruler to measure the snow. Unbeknownst to me, someone (Husband) had put a sheet of glass in there. Guess who's finger got sliced?
Then, I was closing the window upstairs (we had opened it so Daughter could get a clear picture of the sun on the icicles) and I closed the window on one of my fingers.
At least it wasn't the one I sliced open.
How did you like the photo of the sun on the icicles?
That's right, Daughter took it, but hasn't shared it. She's so busy doing nothing....
The fire: (in the fireplace, don't be alarmed) We were putting more logs on the fire at one point and set the fire screen down out of the way.
On our new rug.
Our new rug now has a nice, long burnt place. Why did we do this you ask? Because we are stupid, duh.
Anyway, when I turned on the gas starter to get the fire going, I may have turned to lefty lucy a teensy bit too far. Flames lept into the room, including my arm and face, but it was only for a second.
I admit I said a "bad" word out of fright, not pain.
So, last night I'm getting ready for bed. My hair is a mess, 'cause I neglected it. I started to comb it and thought, "What is that stuff falling out of my hair in front? It looks like plastic."
Alas, it was singed hair.
Lots of it.
When I finished picking my jaw up off the floor, I inspected the damage.
Lordy, lordy.
Let's just say the front of my hair is now sporting a new look.
Sorta like when your first grader cuts her own bangs.
And my right eye eyelashes were singed, too. But not to worry. My eyelashes are so blonde and short, and my eyes so deep set that you probably won't notice.
I know you hope to see me soon, but I can't say I feel the same way.
Christmas decorations - a funny thing about them - one day they look soft, beautiful, decorative, and fill the house with color and cheer.
The next day they look like tired clutter that you can't wait to put up away.
I'm still in the color and cheer phase. With so much cloudy weather, I've enjoyed the Christmas tree lights so much.
I am ready to put away all the kitchen stuff (except the mugs) and Daughter is going to help me do this tomorrow as she has to practically crawl under the kitchen sink (oops I said "kitchen sink") to put the stuff up.
But the rest? Well, my Christmas mugs are a lot of snowmen and winter scenes with snow (hint, hint) with few real Santa stuff. I think I'll keep 'em out a few more weeks - or more.
Meanwhile, if you drive by my house, you'll see the lights still twinkling.
Come on by, I'll leave the light(s) on for you.
I've been so overwhelmed, I don't know where to start.
Of course, the obvious, is Christmas. Shopping (what little we do), decorating (which is much less than what we used to do), a Christmas tea that Daughter decided she wanted to be the sole decorator for (using my stuff, but it will someday be her stuff, so it doesn't matter), a Christmas solo for me, getting sick and unable to hit notes on said song, thank you God that our piano can be lowered by two steps with a touch of the finger!, doing my part for Christmas dinner (Daughter and I made the dressing, coleslaw, deviled eggs and ice. Well, we didn't make the ice, the refrigerator did), doctor appoints for Mother, doctor appointments for Daughter, my yearly blood work and discovering everything was "wonky".
Wonky, you say? My liver enzymes were high. My triglycerides were WAY high. My ding dang blood sugar was just high enough I may be a diabetic.
Whoa, right there. Doc said he didn't think I was a diabetic, but that something else was causing everything to be off. He was most concerned about my liver.
So, off I go to have an ultra sound. Which couldn't be scheduled till after one p.m. And I had to fast for at least eight hours. If you ask me, if I was a diabetic that woulda kilt me dead, right there.
Anyway, my liver is fine and dandy, which leads me to suspect that something went awry with my blood. Either my body was pulling a practical joke, the lab mixed my blood with someone else's or I was having a " high " day. Danged if I know.
Now I'm on medicine for my high triglycerides, which I'm not sure I need; and eating semi like a diabetic. Doc said, "Just don't drink soft drinks, eat sweets or pasta." I said I could live with that as long as he didn't mess with my potatoes. He said I could have a potato.
For my birthday. Crazy guy, my doctor.
Of course, I'm more worried about Daughter. Just say a little prayer that she'll get better.
She has a solo Sunday, but she doesn't know what she's singing yet. If this were me, I'd be a blubbering idiot, but she's cool about it.
Also, I have been accepted into the "First Families of Gilmer County" by the Genealogy Society. They are in the process of preparing a manuscript for a book about this. I've been scurrying around to find pictures, birth, death, marriage certificates and stories about people I remember to go in this book.
Oh, yeah. There was a book signing, too. Thank you for all who came, and thank you to those who continue to purchase the book.
My hope is things will calm down this week. Today was spent digging out from under mess. I have sat down a time or two and contemplated as I looked at our Christmas tree. In this cloudy weather, the lights show beautifully.
And you wondered why I hadn't blogged.
Between strange diagnoses due to wonky blood work, continuing to take many, many trips with Mother to the doctor and Daughter having a medical issue, and decorating for Christmas, and shopping for Christmas, and having a book signing!, and singing and preparing to sing, you may have noticed I haven't blogged in a few weeks.
You may also have noticed the above is a run on sentence.
Who has time for making more than one sentence?
More later.
Man, I've been a busy little bee lately.
I've had an interview by the local newspaper (it was very nice, thank you)
I've been on your TEE VEE, which was fun. Although I never got to see me on your tee vee. Whine.
I've been advertising the upcoming book signing like crazy. But don't worry, it's this Thursday, so I'll shut up soon enough.
I've also been encouraging folks to look over my other books, considering purchasing for a gift for Christmas. Books, mine or anyone else's, make a great gift, anytime.
Between now and the book signing on Thursday afternoon, stands 3 doctor appointments. So, I guess you won't be hearing from me for a few days.
But come on by and look and see. You might buy a book - or two.
WHAT: book signing for "Bensy and Me"
WHEN: 12/8/2016 from 5:00 p.m. to 7:00 p.m.
WHERE: Dalton State College, Ellijay Campus
WHY: Because, that's why.
