I have a mid morning appointment to fix an old filling today, so I’m not going to be much good. I hate having to wait for appointments. I feel paralyzed by the looming target time to get somewhere, park, and do the “thing“. I can’t get stuck in on any projects prior to the appointment because I might whiff on the appointment itself by being preoccupied, missing my alarms and warnings. I hate it so much, thanks. I hate knowing I can’t get in to, or stay in the groove if I start something because the appointment is there, waiting, to ruin my finely aligned firing synapses. Such a strange space. Way better to schedule appointments for first thing in the morning, then I end up with no lost time waiting for the thing to happen. Gladly I’m no longer scared of going to a dentist. I found one that is very accommodating.
It is now February! February first to be exact. One month down, and eleven left in the basket. Did I hit my weight loss, slash exercise goals? No. No I did not. But I was active, just not as much as I should have been. 90 minutes of dancing at a house party was the height of my activies. Lots of fun. I also never bothered with pre destined blog posts, as it seems I had enough to say otherwise. So no 52 weeks of predetermined essays or ruminations on a theme. I’m ok with that. Also, am reading for fun, though no longer attempting a 12 for 12 challenge. I don’t want the added pressure for a fun pass time. However, I still want to read as the mood takes me.
Lots going on with extended family and illnesses. Hard to plan when various family members are caught up in deteriorating cancer journeys. Whether it’s dementia or multi organ terminal cancer, our future looks to hold at least two funerals, and possibly a third. Not a pleasant thought to plan family vacations around.
My wife’s year off is quickly counting down, and all these extended family emergencies has sucked much of the fun out of it for my wife. Covid has put limits on our children’s school for field trips and such. Which I know my wife had hoped to participate in all this school year. In a few years time she will be able to do so again, and I hope everything is more cheerful by then.
On the other hand the van engine temperature gauge is all over the show. So either the thermostat is gone, or the head gasket has gone, or the hoses are leaking badly as the overflow reservoir was nearly empty. Luckily I had coolant on hand to refill it. The true sign is that the vents were blowing only cold air even after driving for twenty plus minutes in above freezing temps. Fingers crossed for the thermostat, and maybe one easy to reach hose, or fitting/clamp. Otherwise – yikes. I mean it could also be the fan, or a belt issue, or so I have read. I’m not a mechanic and these new fangle modern engines confound me. I’m not exactly tech savvy, nor mechanically inclined. Those diagnostic machines aren’t cheap!
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