It's been over a week since I blogged

 I'm playing catch-up, but you know, the minutia of a day eats up the time, and when I start feeling sickly I lose all track of the passage of time, and don't much feel like sharing.  It's the Thumper's Father's issue:  "If you can't say somethin' nice, don't say nuthin' at all".

In any case, there were a few days before THAT shut-down.  With my Friday LAST week, I was whisked off to the symphony with my older sister.  You see, I'm her back up plan, for when her primary group are busy with other things.  Besides, this was to be a program of baroque pieces, and she knows I'm a fan.

I took one photo for "proof of presence" during the intermission between Vivaldi's Four Seasons and the rest of the concert.

I can appreciate the aerobic workout that the violin soloist who is standing and playing all Four of Vivaldi's Four Seasons!  I can appreciate the conversational style of the various instruments, the panache of the conductor who is directing the ensemble from the keyboard, which he also plays.  

The concert ended with Handel's Music for the Royal Fireworks, another very familiar piece.  On the drive home, sis and I gushed at one another about how interconnected music, math, systems, architecture, etc. all are.  Oh, and psychology and the brain, too, in how the patterns expressed in music result in "happy" chemicals in the brain.  A good time was had by all!

Saturday and Sunday I pieced at the never-ending chore of the weeds/volunteer trees.  Carl got me started, but I was not done.  Three of these bins came from the backyard, two from by the front of the deck.  Friday the 10th, the garbage men took them away, so there is the opportunity to fill the bins again, weather permitting!

The 5th of November, 2009 was what my son once referred to as "the more horrible day of my life".  He ended up with survivor's guilt and PTSD in the wake of that horrible day.  It was no picnic for the families at home, either.  

There is never a shortage of people who have lost their lives in service to their country.  This was just the closest one, personally, in time, space, and relationships.

My son's most challenging time of year is around this anniversary, and it is challenging for me, too... because mothers, you know.

One thing I seem to have trouble with when consulting with medical professionals is the calendar:  "when did this start?" is always a challenging question for me.  Looking back at my Fitbit sleep statistics, showing the disruptions, and remembering the appointments I have waved off, I'd have to say this set in last Monday, the 6th.

I did burn a Covid 19 home test on Tuesday... negative.  Symptoms remind me a bit of the RSV thing I had in July that was confirmed by testing at the Dr.  I have already re-scheduled next Monday's dental appointment, but couldn't get in until mid-December!  Better safe than sorry.  If I waited until Monday morning and still was not ready, it wouldn't be fair to the dental office.  At least this way, they might be able to get someone else into my Monday slot.

And that's about it for my "away from keyboard" time.  I mindlessly soaked in episodes of The Forsyte Saga from PBS.  I had never watched that show, remembered its existence from the late 1960's, but this version from 2003, I think it was, has Damian Lewis and Amanda Root in it. When you like certain actors, it piques the interest.  

Bumps along the way, but still Life is Good.  Keep Sparking, my friends!