Okay, so technically it is not Sunday, it's Monday at almost 2:00 a.m. Last week I decided I would have a few regular days that I would blog without excuse. Sunday Blessings and Wednesday Weigh-in came to mind immediately, even though I try hard not to even go near my keyboard on Sundays (or television for that matter) and, well, Wednesday Weigh-In not only sounded good, it also gave me a couple of days to drop those few pounds I know I've put back on.
Sunday's post was supposed to be about how beautiful our backyard has become thanks to the wonderful rains we had in the spring. I figured I'd snap a few photos of the lovely flowers, sparkling pool, my favorite layout spot... I didn't even step foot outside the house until 9:00 p.m. and that was only to make a quick run to the Walmart Grocery store for eggs, which I'm technically not supposed to be eating. No, the kibash on the eggs isn't because of the gazillin egg recall that is going across the country, but actually related to my fear that I have an egg allergy that causes eczema to overrun certain parts of my body. I tried to get rid of eggs, but I love them, I really do. I think cutting sugar out of my diet makes a bigger difference so I'm back on my no sugar routine starting tomorrow.
As I mentioned before, I lost track, fell off the wagon, went berserk, became unglued thanks to some recent drama in my life. Tomorrow, Monday, today..whatever... I'm back on track. I plan on taking Nishi (the smallest, most wonderful dog in all of Las Vegas) for an early walk to kick things off. I also plan on only ingesting fruit in the morning, then fruit and vegetable juices in the afternoon, ending with a good amount of salad and vegetables for dinner. I must cleanse...something I had planned on doing last week. I also will be spending some time in my backyard getting some vitamin D and paddling about in my pool.
My sister sent an email on Sunday regarding the funeral of her nephew who died so tragically. Her words stung like a sharp blade slipping through my ribcage, puncturing my heart. She is obviously wrung out by this experience and I wish there was something I could do. She mentioned how she hadn't been this distraught since our father died. After spending almost two years in a complete state of numbness after my dad's death (God bless my husband, then boyfriend, for sticking with me through that), I can't even imagine the depths of despair a parent experiences with the loss of a child. Ironically, my husband posted on his FaceBook account that Sunday was the 5 month anniversary of his mother's death; somehow her passing feels like a million years ago and yesterday, all at the same time, so I'm kind of confounded by that memory. I recall from the time after my dad died, counting the days, months, and eventually years. It's almost like how we all counted the days, months and years after our children were born, but opposite and with not an ounce of joy involved. I hope for my sister, her husband, and most importantly this young man's mother that with each passing the day the pain will lessen. It just has to lessen. Life just cannot go on with so much sadness.
So Monday is a new day, a new start, a new chance for each of us to look at and appreciate what we still can in this life. It may seem cliche', but I plan to use episodes in my life like this to make me love a little more openly, laugh a little louder, show respect and kindness to those who seemingly deserve it the least.
For now, here is Peter Gabriel singing a song that is rather fitting.
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