That was probably the worst April weather-wise that I’ve ever experienced. The forsythia only started blooming in the last week or so and the magnolias have budded, but not blossomed. I ran into a friend last week and we were talking about this. She said there’s probably a metaphor for our lives in there somewhere, if we cared to figure it out. It would be a depressing metaphor, so I’m not going to give it much thought.
I’m looking forward to May. May is a two-treatments month (if all goes to plan). I have the MothUP anniversary at the end of the month which gives me something fun and distracting to work on. The sun will shine more often. The trees will actually grow leaves. People will go out more, which means I’ll have reasons to go out more. Staying home gives me too much time for brooding and sulking; I need activities outside the house. This isn’t a new revelation, but being house-confined on and off for five months has made it clear just how much I need to be occupied out in the world. I appreciate alone time and home time, but too much of it makes me daffy.
Next week is a chemo week. Since Kailey is headed up to Nunavut, I’m looking for people who might have a couple of hours to spend with me in chemo daycare on Thursday. If you’re available and like fetching things, doing crossword puzzles, and making inappropriate jokes, send me a message and we can make arrangements. I’ll probably do the earlier part of the morning myself because I like to sleep off the Benadryl and I think it’s creepy to sleep in front of awake people, and because I think it’s creepy, I have a hard time sleeping…it’s an awful situation. What isn’t creepy is someone showing up around 11:00 with coffee and a sandwich (caveat: not creepy if I’m expecting you).
And on that note, I’m off to enjoy the sun, eat dinner, pretend to like hockey, and sit by a bonfire in the backyard of a house that’s about to be torn down. Happy last day of April, everyone.