For all of you young whippersnappers who are unfortunate enough to have missed the glorious music of the Big Band era of the 40's (when music was musical) I will be kind and honest in admitting that my post title was taken from a lovely song whose lyrics go:
What a day tghis has been
What a rare mood I'm in
Why, it's almost like being in love.
I could go on and quote the whole thing.....the sentiment is totally wonderful......in fact, if I were 20 years younger I would plug in my mic and go to utube and sing it and post it here on my blog to enlighten if not entertain you, but I am being realistic and I must hoard my energy. Perhaps I will do that another day when I have not used up most of my perkyness on cleaning poop from kitty boxes. (Sunday is my "on my own" day without a caregiver to do the rugged work. though I actually do not ind cleaning kitty boxes and am an expert at analyzing the contents ......real cat lovers examne poop carefully for signs of ill health in their darlings and I have been known to kiss my cat when she has shown me in this strage way that she is healthy and happy. I dare you to scoff.......you heatless bastards who are sniggering.....you have not just finished a week of trying to administer anti-diarrhea medicine to an unwilling cat.
But I wander, I digress. I guess having teased and tickled you into a state of anticipation I have to explain my exhilaration and it will not be easy........there have been a lot of good things happening and, in truth, I cannot cover all of them in this one blog, but I promise to follow up with mnore blathering until I have enlightenbed you fully on the blessed basket of good stuff that has dumped itself upon me in the past week or so.
First, the bad news.......no, I have not regained my 20/20 vision.
But the retinologist did squeeze my hand last week abd told me that, despite my fears abd complaints to the contrary,my good eye is holding up fairly well and has not changed measurably since January. I found that to be greatly reassuring. If I can just keep the sight I have I will not complain......even though it now takes me 30 minutes to read a few paragraphs it is far better than the proverbial poke in the eye with a sharp stick. I read very little now, saving my sight for my daily
wrestling matches with the Stock Market whose fluctuations have caused many of the strange dents and holes in my plastered walls from endless head bashing. It will probably jinx me to speak of it, but I am also rejoicing over the best month I have had in that damned market in the past 3 years. If I had half a brain I would immediately sell everything on Tuesday whenthe market reopens and bank my winnings, but I cannot do that because then I would have no reson to leap out of bed in the morning to see if I have vanquished the market or vice versa. (of course, it is usually vice versa) I can still barely see the charts enough to trade and, believe it or not, that activity has helped mightily to keep me alive, interested in life and to polish the marbles I fortunately still have left in my head.
Perhaps the most galvanizing and energizing and effervescent thing that has happened to me recently is an unexpected heap of praise and appreciation which has been poured over me by fellow Blogger extraordinaire, Manza, of "Wanna Buy a Duck". I haad not visited my blog for some time nor read anyone else's but todayI found a bunch of lovely comments by new followers who had been directed to me by some incredible things Manzanita had apparently had to say about me in a recent blog. When I made my way there and read her words I was stricken speechless and still am (well, metaphorically speaking). You all know that I write for two reasons....to forcefully express my thoughts and opinions to anyone who will listen and. more importintly, to entertain and, if possible make people happy. It is a shock and a blessing to be told that I have managed to do that. Thank you, Manzanita, from the bottom of my heart, (and please forgive me for misspelling your name in the comnment I left on your blog.)
Along the same lines, I want to thank all of you dear followeres for your loyalty and words of encouragement. You are beyond wonderful!
Love, Lo
What a day tghis has been
What a rare mood I'm in
Why, it's almost like being in love.
I could go on and quote the whole thing.....the sentiment is totally wonderful......in fact, if I were 20 years younger I would plug in my mic and go to utube and sing it and post it here on my blog to enlighten if not entertain you, but I am being realistic and I must hoard my energy. Perhaps I will do that another day when I have not used up most of my perkyness on cleaning poop from kitty boxes. (Sunday is my "on my own" day without a caregiver to do the rugged work. though I actually do not ind cleaning kitty boxes and am an expert at analyzing the contents ......real cat lovers examne poop carefully for signs of ill health in their darlings and I have been known to kiss my cat when she has shown me in this strage way that she is healthy and happy. I dare you to scoff.......you heatless bastards who are sniggering.....you have not just finished a week of trying to administer anti-diarrhea medicine to an unwilling cat.
But I wander, I digress. I guess having teased and tickled you into a state of anticipation I have to explain my exhilaration and it will not be easy........there have been a lot of good things happening and, in truth, I cannot cover all of them in this one blog, but I promise to follow up with mnore blathering until I have enlightenbed you fully on the blessed basket of good stuff that has dumped itself upon me in the past week or so.
First, the bad news.......no, I have not regained my 20/20 vision.
But the retinologist did squeeze my hand last week abd told me that, despite my fears abd complaints to the contrary,my good eye is holding up fairly well and has not changed measurably since January. I found that to be greatly reassuring. If I can just keep the sight I have I will not complain......even though it now takes me 30 minutes to read a few paragraphs it is far better than the proverbial poke in the eye with a sharp stick. I read very little now, saving my sight for my daily
wrestling matches with the Stock Market whose fluctuations have caused many of the strange dents and holes in my plastered walls from endless head bashing. It will probably jinx me to speak of it, but I am also rejoicing over the best month I have had in that damned market in the past 3 years. If I had half a brain I would immediately sell everything on Tuesday whenthe market reopens and bank my winnings, but I cannot do that because then I would have no reson to leap out of bed in the morning to see if I have vanquished the market or vice versa. (of course, it is usually vice versa) I can still barely see the charts enough to trade and, believe it or not, that activity has helped mightily to keep me alive, interested in life and to polish the marbles I fortunately still have left in my head.
Perhaps the most galvanizing and energizing and effervescent thing that has happened to me recently is an unexpected heap of praise and appreciation which has been poured over me by fellow Blogger extraordinaire, Manza, of "Wanna Buy a Duck". I haad not visited my blog for some time nor read anyone else's but todayI found a bunch of lovely comments by new followers who had been directed to me by some incredible things Manzanita had apparently had to say about me in a recent blog. When I made my way there and read her words I was stricken speechless and still am (well, metaphorically speaking). You all know that I write for two reasons....to forcefully express my thoughts and opinions to anyone who will listen and. more importintly, to entertain and, if possible make people happy. It is a shock and a blessing to be told that I have managed to do that. Thank you, Manzanita, from the bottom of my heart, (and please forgive me for misspelling your name in the comnment I left on your blog.)
Along the same lines, I want to thank all of you dear followeres for your loyalty and words of encouragement. You are beyond wonderful!
Love, Lo
