The good news is I keep putting one foot in front of the other. I had great fun last week, going with a friend into San Francisco to the Mosaic Steps, which I’ve been wanting to do for years. Not only did we climb them (160 gorgeous steps up) but we then continued up even more steps (172) to the top of the hill, from which we could see all over San Francisco in every direction. And then, of course, we came back down those 332 steps! Whew! After that we went to the beach. Normally San Francisco is overcast, but for the whole of the eleven years I’ve lived in California, I’ve very rarely seen it cloudy. And as usual, we had an amazingly sunny day, and in the eighties. So in addition to having a fantastic time with my wonder-friend, I also got a bit of a sunburn. That isn’t
a complaint; I didn’t mind at all.
Saturday night another friend took me out to a great new tapas place in downtown Pleasanton. Wow! The food was great, the wine and cocktails were excellent, we had good service, wonderful conversation, and we bonded like frat brothers with the people beside us at the bar. A good time was had by all.
Sunday was another fun day. My friend Sue – whom you should definitely recognize by now, even without pictures – took me to a wine party in Oakland. As always, we had a blast, enjoying wine and food and, as always, each other.
Even with all of this, the panic keeps creeping up on me. I’m actually quite proud of myself; in spite of the panic, I have kept on keeping on: packing stuff, making games, doing what needs to be done. When it gets to be too much, I watch a show or call a friend, and then after a while I get back at it. My gut has been bothering me since my birthday, not nearly as badly as it used to, but enough to be discouraging. And yesterday and today I had a few encounters with sudden and severe headaches. But still, the packing is getting done. The laundry and the dishes and the cleaning are getting done. The piles of boxes are growing, non-boxables are being labelled with my name, the shelves reserved for giveaway stuff are filling up. I’ve ordered enough supplements to keep me for three months, and what I won’t need until I get to Michigan has been shipped directly to Michigan. I’ve started the process of getting my massage therapist license for Michigan, and I’m in conversation with a potential boss for a job I’ve been wanting for two years. Considering that I was virtually paralyzed in June, I’d say I’m doing quite well, thank you very much!
And don’t think I haven’t noticed that every time I drink alcohol, the next few days I have a lot more panic, and am much more depressed. Good information, Sarah!
And good work. Very good work!