It's only been four years, but I am not who I was. I started this diary because it seemed I should do something to mark the transition from being married to being single. That transition period has long since ended. I've well into whatever this next phase of life is. To be honest, though, this next phase seems to be some sort of long segueue. That old chestnut about life being all about the trip, and not about the destination? Well, that's me at the moment. I'm in the midst of going yesterday to tomorrow. I'm currently working without a map or compass though.
I'm glad I've continued to write. I'd never have the chronicle of my illness fron diagnosis to post-transplant recovery if I hadn't. But I'm not sure where I go from here. Writing about my daily life no longer holds much interest for me. I still have things to say, but more and more they are observations about the world around me, rather than about myself. As I said, I'm not who I was.
Some personal notes:
- I leave in two weeks for a week in Holland. I'm meeting a friend for the first time there. He'll be putting us up, and I'm at a loss for ideas of an appropriate gift to bring him from the States. I'd like it to be something he doesn't have access to easily in Holland, but I don't know his tastes nor the availability of things there, so I've been waiting for inspiration to strike. Inspiration, it would appear, has misunderstood what I meant by striking, though, and has instead gone on strike.
- I've decided to take a knitting class. It's nothing special, just a rank amateur level class for people who aren't entirely sure which end of the needle goes where. I don't even know exactly why I felt it was important that I add knitting to my list of accomplishments.
- Cattitude and Clueless Wonder have both been under the weather recently. Whatever the GI bug they caught is, The Little Grey Shit was apparently immune. Cattitude bounced back in a few days, but Clueless is still eating poorly after two weeks. I have to stand watch over CW when he eats now, making sure the other two feline idiots don't poach from his bowl while he toys with eating. He continues to regard food out of my hand as higher premium stuff than food in the bowl, and I've been able to con him into completing a few meals by feeding them to him a kibble at a time.
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