Monday, August 25, 2008
MO State Poetry ConventionLet me apologize for posting so sketchily of late. Life is just overwhelming sometimes.
Ever get so many obligations you can't see straight or do anything but stare blindly ahead trying to remember what you should prioritize to do next?
(Wow. Talk about your wordy sentences!)
I've been busy, spinning wheels, getting too little accomplished.
That aside, I've started 30 short stories this last month and set them all aside for one reason or another. That is NOT good. I finished one essay and a couple short stories, but I don't know what I'll do with them, if anything.
The next Missouri State Poetry Convention will be held in Springfield next month, sponsored by the chapter (Mo. Poets and Friends) that I was a president and vice president of for awhile. Due to my health issues and gas prices, I haven't been going to their meetings this year, but if I can pull myself together by tonight, I might go up and see what they've got planned.
My oldest daughter offered to buy me a ticket to Vegas. Isn't that sweet? I'd love to go and spend the time with her...but I feel bad accepting the ticket as a gift. What do you think? Should I say, "But it. I'm on the next plane!" Or what?
I can't stick around here to ramble. It's afternoon and I haven't even dressed. Depression is a crazy thing, the way it affects stuff like regular habitats. Normally, I get up early, get dressed right away, and try to be productive immediately. But if I get up and don't do that at first, I find myself in a stupor sitting on the sofa (tv off even), wondering how the morning passed.
It's my left leg again. It's been shooting pains through my hip and knee. I absolutely can't think when it does that.
Anyhow, just wanted you to know...if you emailed me...I have so much going on in there, I couldn't even face the inbox for the last two weeks. I opened it today and suffered through two hundred already. Not spam, mind you. That's another filter/folder altogether. I'm talking about legitimate emails from people/friends and business acquaintances that I need to reply personally to.
So, if yours is in the pile-up forgive me. I WILL get to yours asap.
I hope you're having a wonderful life, or day, or even a few peaceful moments.
Talk to you soon.
*hugs*
Carys
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3 Comments:
Glad to hear you are still among the living. Since I have return from Wy. I have been on the run and no time for myself except a few lunches with my friends. I need a break. I am going back to to Wy the 12th of Sept. so I can get some rest. So take the ticket and go to NV. Have some fun. Then you can come back and work on your stories. Sometimes we just have too many going and can't finish any of them.. Don't worry it will come to you. I have the upmost faith in you. YOu are a very special person and have so many talents. Just think what you have done and what you can do. LOTS!!!!! Some people would love to be able to do just half of what you can do. So get off the couch and catch that airplane.Then come back and get to work. That is just my opinion. Love ya...
Brenda
I say go for it. I hope you get away. I suffered fromd epression caused by oneofm edications. It is not a fun thing to have. Good luck
Just got back from Wy. We didn't get our trailer fixed.. The Teton factory closed. It was a good time our friends who live in Casper emailed us to let us know. So Now we will have to pay someone to fix the problems ourselves..They had been in business for over 40 years. But the past few years they were making terrible trailers.
I had a front tooth cap come out while we were there. But found a dentist to fix it. We had other problems but some we were glad they happened when they did. So I think the trailer probelm happened for a reason. Our 6 year old grand son started crying when he saw his Pawpaw. He was so happy. So maybe we were to come home when we did.. He beat the snow that was coming to the mountains...
I hope that things are going well for you. Kay and I think about you a lot.
More later. Love you...
Brenda
