Spilling Out My Feelings This Evening I

Sabbath has begun so here I am relaxing and listening to some music before heading to bed a little bit earlier tonight.  From now on, during the fall and winter months while we have longer nights than we do days, I will be going to bed early so I can enough rest for Saturday (Sabbath) and be awake during Sabbath school and worship service.   When we have DST (Daylight Savings Time) in the fall time, it seems to throw my body off a little bit for a few days.  I prefer spring and summer months, and cool fall days that come BEFORE the cold wintry days and before DST.  Despite my little grumping about, I am glad that Sabbath has arrived.

As I sit here, listening to relaxing music on Pandora (Roku/TV), I do have to admit that my weekend has finally arrived and relaxation is on the schedule for the entire weekend outside of going to church in the morning for a few wonderful and blessed hours.  I do enjoy going to church.  Anyway, I am just enjoying some quiet time here at home with Bing Crosby the Cat behind me on the back of the recliner since I am working on my computer here instead of at my desk this evening.  I am taking full advantage of my weekend starting this weekend until spring returns next year in 2018.  I have not sat un my recliner while on my computer for a very long time.  I have gotten out of that habit over a year ago but get on my computer once in a while.  I am still a work in progress here.

As time moves on ahead, my life as a totally independent woman once again, I have to say that it is a great feeling.  I do miss some of the people I got to know in the past 30 or so odd years from UCP (United Cerebral Palsy Apartment Living Program) and IDS (Independent Disabilities Services) I do miss with a great fondness, it feels good to be independent once again in my life.  I find that being Kristi Mary Karnopp is not always easy but it is indeed a progress of life experiences, understanding(s), patience, and growth.  Even at the age of 47, I am still learning and growing…not just growing older.

Living at Burbank Plaza Apartment Complex has indeed been on the upside lately.  I have not bothered with a lot of activities here lately because my life is different from most of them in here now.  I’d rather be in my own apartment enjoying my live than out in the apartment building visiting with others listening to the gossip and rumors that fly rampart in a place like this.  It is best to have your own home and I understand many people cannot afford their own home because I do not have my own home, either.  I am here, in an apartment building with thin walls, and the insulation is kind of thin, too, lol.  I am happy with my personal cares worker and workers from IRIS coming into my apartment, taking care of business outside the home and coming back to my own, safe place, I can call home at this time in my life.  Growing in a family who had parents who owned a home of their own because of their hard work, sweat and tears, and living on my own since December 1989, I have lived in apartments all of my adulthood like most young people as well as those older than me, and the idea of having a larger home with more space does kind of scare me a little bit.  I know for a fact that I would be a hoarder like Grandpa Clarence if I had my own home.  My grandpa was not a hoarder really.  Their home was livable and manageable but he did collect certain items and had them in the basement all the time I have known him until his death.  He was an ordinary man who took time to teach the young ones who flocked around him on a regular basis and boy, do I ever have fond memories of Grandpa Clarence coming and going as I write.  Anyway, I have been used to apartment living for thirty years, and it just needs to be adjusted from time to time.  I am happy to have a good, quiet neighbor above now, too.  The memories of my former neighbor and friend RS still linger after being in a funk for six months dealing with her stuff she was doing and thinking she was getting away with but didn’t after six months.  I keep to myself now.

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