This year I decided to give up Facebook for lent. Forty days of no Facebook. I may have lurked on occasion and maybe ‘liked’ a post or two and now am told I have failed Lent. This is by people who aren’t even Catholic. I guess I should have reworded that maybe I would spend more time off of Facebook to focus more on real living, because that is exactly what I have done. In the time I have spent off FB I have gardened (more on my anaphylactic shock in a minute) I’ve read a book (or 2), and I have spent hours at the baseball field. I’ve even watched Netflix series that I may not have had time for if I time sucked my life in FB like I usually do. (Rectify, is the Netflix series called the best most un- watched show and has a finale that rallies Six Feet Under; seriously). I have most certainly plugged back into my life. I don’t consider that a fail.
Unfortunately Facebook is my connection to people that I don’t see every day. And there is the Vacaville Crime thread. I have to know what is going on in my community. I can’t completely unplug from that. I would like to be on snap chat. That looks like a lot of fun but I have no idea how to do it. Regardless, I can concentrate more on my family. You see, last year I turned 50. And I got a little selfish. I concentrated on my own happiness; perhaps at the expense of my family. But this year I vowed to concentrate more on my family. And you know what? I found out I don’t like them much. They do not pick up after themselves, and they honestly smell bad. And they are selfish little bastards and seriously babies, when they are sick. And there are many days they exhaust me.
The gardening thingy that happened was interesting. I ended up digging up a “Royal Robe Potato Plant” that I have had for at least 10 years. (It doesn’t actually grow potatoes). I ended up with hives the next day and the following day it spread to my face. And my lips. It looked like a Botox moment gone horribly bad. I ended up in the ER with a vein full of Benadryl and solumedrol plus a week of oral steroids. Steroids do make a person feel FABOMUNGO! I felt like wonder woman; needing very little sleep and still feeling, well, powerful. I kinda get the whole Lance Armstrong thing even though I hate the man for being a Svengali. That was my gardening moment. My allergist said to dig it up (not me) and never plant something like that in my yard again. But if I do, I have 2 epi pens.
In addition to movies I watched some very good documentaries. Beary Tales is where two orphaned bear cubs adopt a man to raise them, and admittedly was a bit silly, But Be Here Now was so good I highly recommend it especially if you like to cry. He dies in the end by the way. I didn’t know that when I first started watching it. So you are welcome.
And then, in a bit of melancholy, I re read my old entries from this Blog. How the time has flown. It made me happy and sad both. It is so poorly written it made me almost have an anxiety attack. Then I realized the amount my children have grown and it nearly made me lose my breath. And finally the realization that the years go by so quick, and in those years I got old. So old that I DID do Botox just last week. Just a little. My head is on the small side to it saved me quite a bit of money. It makes me giggle that my forehead is so numb and I can not make a scowl if I tried. My friend, also a Botox user, and I had dinner last night and tried to see who could scowl first. Neither of us could, My face is now on a level playing field. Poker face = Botox = win. And for now, I have no wrinkles; except my laugh lines. I do love the laugh lines. I won’t touch those. Those get to stay. I don’t want them to go away, not even for a day. If I hadn’t laughed as much as I have over the last several years I would be dead. Those laugh lines are my life lines. They are the strings that holds my heart together. And they remind me that I am really really happy for the most part.
But right now I feel unsettled and I honestly miss people. Tons of people. I don’t usually feel this way. People have come and gone so much in my life, either through death or travel or changing jobs, and I’m usually like “God speed!” I have had the time to think about those people over these 40 days and I can say that I do miss a very many of them. We move on, and sadly we let go, because sometimes we are forced. We let go even if it was on someone else’s terms. And that sucks. It really does.
Now I’m going to do something else that I never had time for before. I’m going to take a nap.
This year, 2017, I do intend to continue my blog. Stay tuned.