My choices for self-betterment

My "study" snugs up closely with the living room, where we have TV.  Right now, the Penguins vs the Sharks is the show Dave is watching about 6 ft away from me, and as you may know, hockey is loud.  I tried listening to music with my earbuds, but that just resulted in a big fight between some wonderful singers and some terribly excited hockey fans.

I think this means I'm going to go in another room and watch Malcolm in the Middle till I fall asleep.  My other option is to read in the bedroom, but the book I'm reading at the urging of the people in Coles Book Store has really small print, and I've had to put it down....hard as that was.  One of the workers was so excited about this book, "The Name of the Wind" that I bought it without opening it.  Their favourite buyer.

Stanley Cup Final is definitely winning.

Anticipation

Sitting here this morning, breakfast over, coffee still hot, and I'm totally in love with the view from my desk.  In a while, it's going to rain.

I haven't been here for a while, and I can't figure out why.  It used to be one of the highpoints of my day when I hit the "publish" button and posted to Facebook.  I loved it when I was getting the breakfast cleared away and a story jumped up, waiting to be told.  I felt great when friends posted funny or supportive remarks, or one-upped me, and just the writing in itself sometimes gave me an insight that delighted me.  But my last post was quite a while ago, even though I strongly wish to write everyday.

I'm not sure, but I think this might be connected to the feeling I've had lately that I can only describe as fear.  Driving or being driven in cars scares me, the loss of familiar words, the sounds in the house during the night, the moment when I realize I can't remember why I briskly walked into the kitchen, when I look at one of my grandchildren and know exactly who she is and everything she likes but my brain won't let go of her name.

None of these things, taken alone, and at my age, is really unusual, but the consistency and the volume of my "incidents" is adding to my anxiety.

I'm baaaaaack

Today, I decided to write a post about the very things I wrote a post about the last time I stopped by here.  Mostly that post had to do with forgetfulness.  I'm moving on.

That does not mean that I'm getting serious.  Case in point: