Wednesday, April 29, 2020
I am suffering from a severe case of Summer fever today. This morning, the seven-day weather forecast was for 70, 85, 85, 80, 72, 81, and 65 degrees. I laid in my bed thinking, “It is only going to be 65 degrees on Tuesday?” in a whiny tone. Two weeks ago, I was cheering to see 65-degree days on the weather forecast. How quickly we forget to be thankful for what we have. It is not unusual to have high temperatures of 40 degrees in Colorado Springs in May, and it is still April (barely).
It is not uncommon for it to be 50 degrees or less in Colorado Spring until the third week of June, which is why I do not plan for warm weather until the summer solstice. I start counting the days until summer by Labor Day almost every year. I did make it far into October before I started counting a few years back when we had an extra warm fall, but for the most part I spend nine months a year waiting for hot weather.
This is the other post from April I am completing in December after the downward health spiral which will start within two weeks from this April date. At least I had already written the first two paragraphs in April, but there are not any 65-degree days in the weather forecast (in Colorado Springs anyway, darn Pueblo) as I am currently writing so I do not think I can properly recapture and express the joy and frustration I was feeling at this time, so we are going to jump ahead to December 2020.
I have been very busy recently making (and executing) my end-of-life plans, just in case. On the day I am writing this in December, I am stable and believe the immediate danger to my life has passed, but a true fear of death ruled my brain for a week, and I decided to listen. I have added family members as owners of my bank accounts, clutter from my house is disappearing every day, and I finally completed a Medical Durable Power of Attorney for Healthcare Decisions form. From the day I had the accident which left me paralyzed in 1995, I have resisted giving someone else control of my body. Waking up supported by a ventilator was just the slap in the face I needed to realize I may not be invincible after all.
It just occurred to me that since I am writing in December, I know the future. I know the results of the November 3rd election! I am not going to spoil the outcome for you because it is December for you too, so you know what is going on politically and I do not want to spoil all those posts I wrote about Colorado politics coming this fall, but it is rather fun to fantasize about time travel for a few minutes.
My piece of advice to you is to keep trying to make progress. I am not going to count the days of blank or not completed posts between now and December because I would probably feel overwhelmed and give up before I even started trying to recapture those thoughts. I do know I have at least the next eight or so days completed before I find out how good (or bad) my memory is. At least it will still be December when I start completing May writings.
Until next time,
Susanne
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I am suffering from a severe case of Summer fever today. This morning, the seven-day weather forecast was for 70, 85, 85, 80, 72, 81, and 65 degrees. I laid in my bed thinking, “It is only going to be 65 degrees on Tuesday?” in a whiny tone. Two weeks ago, I was cheering to see 65-degree days on the weather forecast. How quickly we forget to be thankful for what we have. It is not unusual to have high temperatures of 40 degrees in Colorado Springs in May, and it is still April (barely).
It is not uncommon for it to be 50 degrees or less in Colorado Spring until the third week of June, which is why I do not plan for warm weather until the summer solstice. I start counting the days until summer by Labor Day almost every year. I did make it far into October before I started counting a few years back when we had an extra warm fall, but for the most part I spend nine months a year waiting for hot weather.
This is the other post from April I am completing in December after the downward health spiral which will start within two weeks from this April date. At least I had already written the first two paragraphs in April, but there are not any 65-degree days in the weather forecast (in Colorado Springs anyway, darn Pueblo) as I am currently writing so I do not think I can properly recapture and express the joy and frustration I was feeling at this time, so we are going to jump ahead to December 2020.
I have been very busy recently making (and executing) my end-of-life plans, just in case. On the day I am writing this in December, I am stable and believe the immediate danger to my life has passed, but a true fear of death ruled my brain for a week, and I decided to listen. I have added family members as owners of my bank accounts, clutter from my house is disappearing every day, and I finally completed a Medical Durable Power of Attorney for Healthcare Decisions form. From the day I had the accident which left me paralyzed in 1995, I have resisted giving someone else control of my body. Waking up supported by a ventilator was just the slap in the face I needed to realize I may not be invincible after all.
It just occurred to me that since I am writing in December, I know the future. I know the results of the November 3rd election! I am not going to spoil the outcome for you because it is December for you too, so you know what is going on politically and I do not want to spoil all those posts I wrote about Colorado politics coming this fall, but it is rather fun to fantasize about time travel for a few minutes.
My piece of advice to you is to keep trying to make progress. I am not going to count the days of blank or not completed posts between now and December because I would probably feel overwhelmed and give up before I even started trying to recapture those thoughts. I do know I have at least the next eight or so days completed before I find out how good (or bad) my memory is. At least it will still be December when I start completing May writings.
Until next time,
Susanne
Please check out my GoFundMe page.