...it has been far too long.

My grandmother died.  There are stories there, but not for right now.  Oh, not that I’m not ready to talk about it.  She died 12 days after my last post.  We did make the trip to the music festival, my mother even tagged along.  We were standing in Battery Park in NYC when we got The Call.  Mom flew back.  She was at my grandmother’s side in plenty of time.  I got there the next day.

Aside from that, it’s been a quiet few months.  Well, as quiet as football season can ever be around these parts.  And when the mountains decide to start falling down, it makes things a little more complicated, adds a little more travel time, but c’est la vie.  The Appalachians are always slip-sliding a few rocks around.  After a while of making the trek between hither in the Carolinas and yon in Tennessee, you get used to having to detour every now and again. 

I guess the biggest developments are personal.  I’ve rededicated myself to getting this weight off, doctors be damned.  Working out harder, South Beaching more dedicatedly, adjusting my internal voices, turning out certain external ones.  And I’m trying to be more social.  Are you ready for this?  I went to a TWEETUP the other night.  And it was fun, the meeting of new people and the camaraderie that has continued over Twitter in the days since.  I’m finding that I like stepping out of my bubble every once in a while.

Now if I can just rededicate myself to housework and learning to cook.  Those will be my next major feats.  Must make life better for Hubby and The G if I’m going to start making it better for myself, right?  At least I’m starting to feel like I’m capable of doing that again.  Was dicey for a while there.

But hey.  Maybe I’m back.  Or maybe I’m getting ready for another hiatus around here.  Yet again….