My life feels reminiscent of the time I ran a half marathon with sciatic pain. Even if it meant hobbling right up to the finish line, there was no way I was training for months and not racing through Epcot for the Star Wars-themed race. Like back then, I know I must keep going, even though I want this neverending moving process to end.
Cottonwood limbs are cracking and falling; the sound of it is alerting and fills me with unease. At least four have fallen within ear and eye shot in the past day. Minutes ago, while Dave, Evelyn, and I were on the back porch, one fell, putting all our eyes on it. Another comment from Dave, “Please wait to hit the house until after the 6th.”
Our house sale is set to close on the 6th, which is two and a half more weeks away. One chapter has ended, and another has begun. Fingers crossed, no fallen branches. Why are they breaking off in the middle of the summer anyway?
For now, we have two more days to pack the pods, which we don’t necessarily need because, after pulling everything out and arranging pod two again, we got the TV, large mirror, our two bikes, and lawn mower retrieved in there. Two lounge chairs that awkwardly took up space got axed in a last-minute decision.
I saw my Aunt Heidi in the hospital earlier. Actually, I forgot that she was recently moved to a rehabilitation center. However great it was seeing and talking to her, I was shocked at how she looked physically. The damage to her liver, kidneys, and pancreas from years of drinking has taken a toll. I almost wish our culture was more aware of the long-term repercussions of alcoholism. For example, take high school and college health classes on field trips to facilities like the one I visited earlier and talk with long-time users.
The upside is she has been improving and hopefully will continue doing so.
I still remember how scared I was learning there could be long-term impacts on my memory from drinking to blackout like I did. But I didn’t know until I was in my late 20s. Alcohol is no joke.
Wow, for someone who was going to write one sentence of “I’m not up to writing tonight,” I did well. That does it for me. I hope you had a lovely day.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 