Pretty Sure they will think it was You

I have lamented before about the fact that unlike in Law & Order one never stumbles over dead bodies at all.
You cannot just walk around the corner and bang! Dead body. 😬😬😬
I mean granted in reality it would be most distressing.
Not actually something that I would really want to happen but in theory it seems pretty neat.
No one ever can accuse me of not wondering/thinking about some strange things.
I happened to mention it to T on Christmas Eve.
The not tripping over dead bodies and he looked at me with concern.
T: Mom they are going to think that you are the one murdering them all.
Me: But no I am just out walking and trip over or find a dead body.
T: Mom they are going to be suspicious of you.
Me (laughing): Why would they be suspicious? I am trying to help.
T (pretending to be on the phone): Hi it’s me again I found another dead body. How many this week? Five?
First off mom if you are able to say to the police that ‘it’s just me’ and they know who you are it is cause for concern.
And secondly no one finds that many dead bodies without being involved.
He really knows how to throw cold water on a fun situation.
Christmas was different this year.
Usually I have T Christmas Eve and Christmas Day morning.
Then he would go to his dad’s and stay there until the 26th/27th depending on when his family’s gathering was.
This year though there were no gatherings.
There was no going and seeing family.
There was no seeing anyone outside your family home.
Except with some exceptions.
The Ex and I sharing custody is one of them.
Therefore on Friday we went over and had smoked turkey dinner with stuffing and potatoes.
Garvey.
Gifts exchanged.
Piggy backed on my gift the ex had to as he did not go shopping and stores were closed to non-essential business.
Met his new friend.
It was a nice late afternoon and early evening.
T was ready to leave by 5.
I said one more coffee and we would leave.
T prodded me at 6.
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Yesterday he went off to spend a couple of days with his dad.
He has the weekend off until Monday evening.
And has been off since the 23rd.
He is awake and wants to spend time with his son.
I have no issues with this at all.
It is not often that I am off two days in a row without my shadow.
I spent the day watching tv.
Playing games on the phone.
Drinking coffee.
And finally after 4 or 5 false starts found a book that grabbed my attention an pulled me in.
When I am already laughing outloud two three pages in it is going to be a good one.
We have lost the President.
Paul Mathews.
It is a Funny British Black Comedy.
A whole series..
I have books one and three.
After that I am going to begin Gerald Hansen.
I read the first book in The Derry Women Series ‘An Embarrassment of Riches‘ previously but as I have slowly been collecting the series
I plan to re-read and go from there.
My goal this year is to spend more time reading and writing.
Less time playing games on the phone.
My other goal is to begin to add exercise to my daily routine.
I do not make resolutions anymore.
Always a disappointment when I try and fail.
So I make goals.
Goals are easier to achieve.
Last year’s goal was to make my bed every day.
And I do now.
Did not for the first 47 years of my life.🛌🛌🛌🛌
My other goal is one that I will not even have to work that hard at:
Being an Embarrassment to T.
I have already begun this one.
Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I warned him that my day would come…..
He did not believe me.
©Dec. 27/20
Picture is my own

Framily****

997 days.
160 days.
These are numbers I am very proud of.
997 days.
3 years and 2 days since I broke up with my pill addiction.
And I have not looked back.
I have not taken anything stronger than Motrin for pain.
For the last two week I have been in pain.
Icing shoulder.
Heating shoulder.
T has rubbed my anti-inflammatory into my shoulder.
I have used on my elbow and upper arm.
I am now down to a dull throb and twinge.
I have a very high pain threshold.
This pain though I cried a few times from it.
And the thought skipped through my mind that it was ok.
I could get the muscle relaxants and use them for pain management only.
But as soon as I thought it I chased it away.
I have come too far to take the chance.
160 days.
5 months and 10 days since I broke up with alcohol.
And much like my break up with the pills I have not looked back.
My sense of smell has begun to come back.
I can smell very strong smells but the subtle smell of coffee/baking bread at work I was not catching them.
I am now.
Dreams.
I know I am dreaming.
Real dreams.
Creative dreams.
I am still not remembering every night but I am dreaming.
A lot of it has triggered deja vu moments at work.
Guess I dream a lot about work.
Or am taping into some psychic ability I am completely unaware of.
If so though I am a boring psychic dreaming of day to day activities.
I have a character awakening.
For the first time in years.
When I say years I am talking about since I was a teenager.
She is skulking around in there.
Maybe not skulking……
lol she just popped out from the shadows and insists that she is skulking.
I awaken each morning early.
Without a hangover feeling like death warmed over.
There is a little extra in the bank.
Not that I can see it but my bank tracking app keeps reassuring me that I am still spending $100 less than usual.
And I can only go up from there.
I am struggling this year with my mood.
Not that I am sliding into depression but the whole year is enough to wear down even the eternal optimist.
I know that this will pass or rather our lives will evolve in such a way as to incorporate the new norms and we will move forward.
However I miss being hugged.
I miss being touched.
I miss male companionship.
There I have said it.
Now no one needs to save me or anything y’all know my feelings here.
Remember my friend called me a cat in relationship style.
One cannot fault me there.
This has been a year of growth and learning.
A year of trials and tribulations.
A year where I have been open about my struggle maintaining good mental health.
A year where I began to explore different aspects of self in life and in my writing.
A year where I have faced some facts about myself that I do not like and work to change them.
A year where…..
I am grateful to 2020 for giving me the strength to finally quit drinking.
I am grateful to 2020 for giving me more time with T and the fun we have.
I am grateful to 2020 for preparing me for the start of the teen years.
Could raising a teenager really be that much harder than surviving 2020?????
I am grateful to 2020 for being a year of introspection and inner growth.
Most of all I am grateful for everyone of you.
I have made friends/family connections within these blogs.
I cannot always read and comment as I want to but I am a silent stalker.
I can always be real without fear of scathing words thrown back at me.
I can always be me.
From My Christmas to Yours thank you all for being a part of my………..
Drum roll please…..
****Framily~Friends & Family Combined.
©Dec. 25/20
Picture is my own
I was informed I was too old to do this.
So I did it.
And took a picture to prove it.