Holy toledo. It’s been a month since I’ve blogged.
I can only explain this by a funeral, an anniversary and a birth.
My beloved Toyota Matrix 2005, aged all of 176,000 miles, had a terminal illness. Really it was just the rear differential, but the repair on it would have been more than the trade in value, and since I’d already had extensive repairs done this summer, it had to go. Yep, I got to spend Black Friday car shopping.
Goodbye, Toyota, Hello, Honda.
This baby gets great mileage.
One year ago I fell on my cello in the pit playing the Nutcracker. Thousands of dollars of repairs later, all is better. Even really better than before. Improved, appraised at a higher value. And I didn’t fall on it in the pit of this year’s Nutcracker. Instead I got to bask in Mom Glory: Ballet Boy was THE Nutcracker and got to leap around with a huge sword in hand.
A relationship has bloomed. This came at me from left field completely. I can’t say I met a guy, because I’ve known this guy for about 10 years. I had to open my mind and my heart as I wasn’t sure we were compatible. I could win awards for Healthiness. Let’s just say he has not worshipped the temple that is his body. But he is the kindest, most thoughtful companion I’ve had in a very long time. He is equally insanely busy as I am, so we are building this slowly, but I do feel like it is a new beginning after years of barking up wrong trees. Only time will tell…I’m trying to keep my eyes wide open while I bask in every lovely minute of it.
I have to admit that blogging and a wee bit working out has fell to the wayside. I don’t feel a need to look at Facebook every hour. This is all good. Except the exercising less part. I am working out at least 4x a week, just not as obsessively. A stuffed up ear and sinus infection has kept me out of the pool. I’m beginning to think something is just chronically not ok with my eustachian tube as this has been ongoing. I want it to go away, soon. Next goal: Sign up for as many indoor sprint triathlons this winter as possible!
Ballet Boy and I will be spending Christmas in Marseille, France, where I lived 11 years. I have mixed memories, some very fond, of my time there. It was also the end of two marriages to two different French men, and some painful flashbacks will probably surface while I’m there. I keep reminding myself that what didn’t kill me made me stronger. I learned to speak French fluently, and I LOVE French food and design. I will enjoy staying with a friend while Ballet Boy sees his dad and going for a run or two in the lovely 55 degree weather. It’s snowing and we’re anticipating an ice storm in Iowa, so this should feel balmy. I promise a wonderful photo blog of food porn and weather porn will follow shortly.
In the meantime, Happy Holidays to all my readers!!