Today was the first day in 9 days (possibly as more like over 2 weeks because I was sneaking naps on the couch before being completely bedridden) that I didn't nap. It's not that I didn't want to nap, it's that I woke up this morning feeling something that reminded me of normal and with that little tiny shining sliver of hope that the worst of this dreadful illness is safely behind me I decided that not spending the entire day propped up in bed thanking the good lord for tissues with lotion was the right thing to do. I mean, I have to get back to normal eventually, don't I? I'm sure that sweet pea would like me to get back to normal. My baby needs her outings!
And then Josh told me he discovered that the local theater was showing classic movies on the first Sunday of each month and we all went to see Rear Window. By "all" I mean Josh, me and the husband. Evan did come home from university this weekend, and was supposed to fly back this morning but his flight was cancelled and they only offered him another flight for tomorrow- so he was in town, but so was his girlfriend. I know we can't compete with her. Evan spent the day at her house "getting ahead on his homework." My kind of helicopter parenting is pretty much saying "great idea!" and not nagging him. I figure there won't be someone to nag him down the line, he's got to figure this out for himself. I really hope he did do the homework, though.
But, anyway, seeing Rear Window was a great thing to do because I need some inspiration to relight my fire and get me working on the novel I started last winter and never finished because I lost my drive when my BIL was diagnosed with cancer and died 5 weeks later. Totally understandable, on one level, but I thought maybe I'd push myself to start writing again this summer, and then the entire summer (every freaking minute of it) was too depressing between the whole stage 4 heart failure diagnosis on top of everything else for the husband and not being able to enjoy utopia because I have to let it go.
Speaking of utopia, it's off the market for now because the idiot we listed it with last didn't sell it. The idiot didn't even bring any legit clients to the house. idiot. Now his contract is up. I have to find the right realtor- someone who has clients with a ton of cash. Now that my voice is partway back to normal and I sound less like Kathleen Turner with laryngitis I should probably force myself to make those calls.
And circling back to Rear Window, my novel is also about a peeping tom, so that's why I thought it was the perfect film to see to get me back on track. Also, I watched the whole movie just thinking how beautiful Grace Kelly was. It was colorized, or color enhanced or something much to my great dismay. It was really mind boggling to be looking at such fake colors. Major distraction.
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