Well good morning dear reader(s), and Happy 2023! As expected, I was asleep by 9:00 p.m. last night and I missed all the New Year’s Eve countdown festivities, and also the heartbreaking defeat of the Buckeyes to Georgia, 42-41, in the Peach Bowl. I did have a very strong feeling my beloved Buckeyes were going to lose to the Bulldogs, and perhaps that’s why I went upstairs early to hide under my covers—but honestly, I had arisen very early yesterday morning and I was exhausted come kick-off last night. Poor mom, I hope she made it through that nail-biter in one piece…and brother Chip must be extremely unhappy too. Me, I guess I’m doing pretty well. In the words of my husband last night, “You can’t win ‘em all.” (But maybe Death Star Georgia will prove that wrong in the College Football Championship game next week?)
So it’s goodbye to 2022 and hello to 2023, which I’m hopeful will bring some new discoveries for me. I’m eager to go over to that Pizzuti development down the street to search through their dumpster (with permission of course) for materials for my art…plus of course troll the streets and alleys, antique stores, thrift shops, etc. I’m mulling over some ideas for a piece I might mail to the staff at NYT Cooking, and perhaps something for the awesome personnel at Q-FM 96. I’d make something for St. Mary’s Church, but they returned everything when I dropped it off on their doorstep oh, about 15 years ago.
Yes I’m in a very good mood today, with plans to do a roast for dinner, complimented by Birdseye steamed green beans and baby potatoes. Fingers crossed it turns out OK. It should—I’ve made quite a few pot roasts in my day so hopefully it turns out! Found a tip through a Google search that I should serve horseradish sauce with the roast…mmmmmmmmm. Note to self, find that awesome horsey sauce recipe on NYT I commented on last year!
Well my coffee is cold again but I don’t even care. It’s strange, I’ve returned to putting milk in my coffee like I did in the 80s, old habit that feels comforting right now. Michael has now come down, and I get a chuckle that he still has his hair in braids, even though they are now completely messy from nights sleeping on that uncomfortable mattress upstairs. Perhaps with the cash gift from his mom he will buy a new mattress but knowing his frugal nature I’m kinda doubting that. Rest assured he will definitely buy another pair of sneakers, but if that makes him happy, I’m happy.
My next dinner out is Tuesday, with mom and her friends dear Jane Oman and wonderful Jack Chabot. I’ve ordered two new hats from Amazon and plan to wear one out to the gathering. Also on Tuesday I finally see my fantastic endocrinologist John Larrimer, a big John Wayne fan and frankly probably the most skilled and intelligent of all my doctors. Yes, he always has me do a dreaded weigh-in when I first get to his office, but I won’t hold that against him. I just don’t look at the scale. Why ruin my day?
Wednesday is my monthly check-in with Dr. Levy. I guess I’m feeling fairly good, though slightly miffed by my increased appetite (thanks Risperdal) and fear of the highways (thanks whoever). But I will report I’m able to write again (hooray!) and do art (hooray again!) and maybe volunteer some day. I’m also more social (no more living in my recliner!) and I’m thrilled about that. I need to tell him I’m definitely feeling more perceptive of my environment, things I see and watch are very interesting and stimulating. Not sure if that’s a warning sign or something to explore further? My gut tells me this current med cocktail I’m on is the right one for now. Sure, I want the Risperdal reduced but I know now that Risperdal helps control my anxiety in addition to the psychosis. Doesn’t hurt either that I’m sober too.
So overall things look promising for 2023. As always, gonna take things One Day At A Time and Easy Does It. Should put me in good stead for the year. Oh, and I finally have a calendar to organize my month by month! Gift courtesy the Columbus Blue Jackets yesterday. Good ‘old CBJ. The gift that keeps on giving!
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