What a wonderful week this has been. The weather was often perfect, I had more energy and less pain than I've had in a long time and there was interesting things to do. Language had very little to do with anything and I haven't been in word mode for awhile.
The days I chose to walk along the river happened to be when the crowds were doing other things and it was great to have that space. I tried out three new places to eat instead of the same old ones where I usually go, where they know I'm easy-going and a good tipper and now don't really give me good service anymore.
My dining room table is actually cleared off and I have my paints and some canvas panels stacked there now with ideas for six paintings. This is after I haven't painted for about thirty-five years.
I am doing a bit of organizing in my apartment so I can find things better and feel more comfortable. When acquaintances ask me questions it takes a little longer to answer and I feel somewhat surprised that I am required to speak.
It's odd but I am enjoying reading and am doing O.K. with understanding what I read. Right now I am reading a book by Dianne Day that I found at the library. It takes place in San Francisco during the earthquake of 1906 and is a mystery with a female main character. I'd never heard of the author and she's written seven books with this character which is wonderful news for me. They may have them all at the library, if not I see they are on Amazon.
So, for right now I'm not having the usual low-grade anxiety. Maybe others are feeling this way too. When I go to the usual places online it looks like people are vanishing.
The days I chose to walk along the river happened to be when the crowds were doing other things and it was great to have that space. I tried out three new places to eat instead of the same old ones where I usually go, where they know I'm easy-going and a good tipper and now don't really give me good service anymore.
My dining room table is actually cleared off and I have my paints and some canvas panels stacked there now with ideas for six paintings. This is after I haven't painted for about thirty-five years.
I am doing a bit of organizing in my apartment so I can find things better and feel more comfortable. When acquaintances ask me questions it takes a little longer to answer and I feel somewhat surprised that I am required to speak.
It's odd but I am enjoying reading and am doing O.K. with understanding what I read. Right now I am reading a book by Dianne Day that I found at the library. It takes place in San Francisco during the earthquake of 1906 and is a mystery with a female main character. I'd never heard of the author and she's written seven books with this character which is wonderful news for me. They may have them all at the library, if not I see they are on Amazon.
So, for right now I'm not having the usual low-grade anxiety. Maybe others are feeling this way too. When I go to the usual places online it looks like people are vanishing.