My Life Reduced To Bullet Points

It seems like it's been a long time since I was here, recording the happenings of my life.  It really hasn't been that long, but so much has happened.  Today you get a bullet point presentation, which points I may elaborate upon in later posts.  Or not.  I'm very slow to commit to anything these days.  Now, let's see what's been going on...

*  Husby had a birthday.  I feel kind of badly I didn't post a special greeting to him on the blog as I usually do.  I have no excuse.  We did, however, celebrate his birthday with a trip to Como Park where we haven't been in ages.  It was a very cold day for the month of May, but our bodies warmed up quickly in the temperate conservatory where the tropical plants, trees, and flowers were in beautiful bloom.  We also saw some animals, most of which were staying warm inside their buildings instead of roaming around outside.  The seals and polar bear were having a marvelous time out in the cold, but believe it or not, even the penguins were cozied up inside.  We had a little lunch too, at Dixie's on Grand.  Boy has that place changed since I was there last.  I almost felt under dressed, but the manager assured me it was still a casual place despite the uniformed staff and white tablecloths.  The food was marvelous.

*  A medical procedure was performed.  No details are forthcoming.  Suffice it to say there was a day of icky preparation and another day of recuperation.  Also some very goofy talk. 

*  A funeral was attended.  It had nothing to do with the medical procedure.  My great uncle Gerald died.  He was eight-nine.  The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of him is how he used to sing Popeye The Sailor Man in a weird Popeye voice.  Something like that always makes kids laugh.  He also had some very ugly dogs.  Icky, bulgy-eyed pugs.  I never liked his dogs.  He owned a creamery where we would go to get free ice cream sundaes when we visited.  Funerals like that, ones where I'm more of a spectator than one of the bereaved, cause me to examine the family tree.  I observe my relatives, seeing their strengths and weaknesses.  I realize I come by my faults honestly and have survived some strange things in the gene pool.  I also realize how families, no matter how weird or dysfunctional, are a pretty good thing to have, and they bind us to a history that is usually very fascinating.

*  Mother's Day.  I hosted this event at my house as I'm the only one in my immediate family who is not a mother.  I prepared a nice brunch with some contributions from my mom and Charlotte who both insisted on bringing something.  It was a nice and relaxed afternoon.  However, I fell apart after everyone left.  The combination of an out-of-town funeral and having company at my house in the same weekend drained me of all my strength.  My head throbbed from all of the stimulation.  Thus, I ended the action-packed weekend with a Tyenol PM and passed out on the couch until 5:00 a.m. the next day when Husby woke me up to go to the day job.  Husby claims to have tried to get me to go to bed, but I was unresponsive. 

*  A member of my extended family is undergoing some very delicate surgery this week.  The results of this have thrown the family dynamics a little out of whack.  The outcome of the surgery is yet to be disclosed.  It is a time of great stress for some of us and a time of some adjustment for others. 

I'm kind of back in my routine again.  Kind of.  These days there is nothing better than curling up in bed, which is no more than an indulgent dream.  I wish I could linger beyond my usual 5:00 a.m. wake-up time, but that's another story for another post.  For now I'm easing back into my groove as much as I can.