Not much was happening....

I remember when I was young, and multitasking was second nature for me.  I could juggle babies, housekeeping, law school, a crazy husband and a whole house makeover with no difficulty.  There was a year when I had a child, managed two others, rehabbed a home to sell and move, moved, redecorated every inch, bought a cottage and decorated it.  Now that I am settled, I am unfocused and manage my time very badly.  I get up late, while away the morning reading papers, and fiddle with the small demands of maintaining order in a house with two inhabitants. My life has changed with Steve at home. Each day, a troupe of Dahlcast pros invade the house.  They go subterranean, and I continue my diffused existence.  There is luxury in the lack of responsibility, but the minimal nature of my daily accomplishments is getting to me.  I am too easily derailed.  I am currently having the downstairs repainted, room by room, and the change has me all discombobulated.  At this place in my life, I am moving to shades of beige.  I am resisting the extended metaphor that the color, vibrancy and life has passed in my life.  But there it is.  More about this home improvement surge later.... All of the foregoing is an apology of sorts for my lack of activity here.  I have no excuse except that at times my life is so dull that I have no inspiration.  My sisters' weekend was wonderful, but I am sure no one really needs to hear the details. We shopped, ate, drank wine and coffee, and beaded.  We have commemorative sweatshirts and a boatload of memories.  Some really nice people sent me ideas from their getaways, and I fully intend to steal them. P1020053.JPG

Halloween was its usual kind of day, with a severely reduced number of trick or treaters-200- arriving at the door.  I am not sure if H1N1 worries reduced the glee, or parties scheduled for Saturday; we usually hand out 300 candy bars. I was ok with the smaller crowd, and Steve was joyous until he realized he was addicted to Baby Ruths. The surplus has been whisked away. 
Millie was a spider, and she seemed to like having a hood with googly eyes.  She is an unusual canine. 
Matt and Walter made it a fun day, with Wally reprising his annual role of Darth Vader.  He was a hit.
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Mabel was a skeleton, and I forgot and let her outside in costume.  She obliged by thoroughly wetting the tailbone section-if a dog skeleton has a tailbone- and then dripping all over the house.  The highlight was an invitation for dinner from my friend across the street.  After the kids had gone home, we were treated to Cincinnati style chili and some adult time.  That was a gift.
My brother's recovery from open heart surgery was derailed by a threatening case of cellulitis in the leg where they harvested the artery for the graft.  He has checked in to the hospital for IV treatment and evaluation, and he is heartbroken.  Scared.  Trying to be stoic.  Me, too. I want to descend upon him, but I realize he is too weak to absorb my nervous banter.  Janter, that is.  He is in good hands, and of course, in all our prayers.  
On the really fun side, my friends took me to see Jersey Boys for my birthday, and what a wonderful day it was!  We went to a pre-show Wine Bar, and had post show drinks at the Palmer House, and loved every note and word of the play.  If you have not seen it- try to get there before they close in January.  I am going to buy a subscription to Broadway in Chicago for the family Christmas gift, and make it a tradition.  All of us can see a play for less than a sporting event.  We will have memories!  
I will be a better commenter here.  Please, don't give up on me!  This is the one place that represents progress for me.  


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  • Hi Janet-similar story-raised 3 active kids, worked full-time when they were older and constant multitasking was the norm. Happy to be comfortably (and newly) retired at 57 (husband will retire in Jan.). As you said, lack of responsibility is a luxury. I think after all of those years of being so busy, it is hard to transition but it is a good problem to have. If there was just a happy medium?

  • In reply to Readergirl52:

    You are spot on= the happy medium is what I crave. I will figure this out- and it IS a good problem. I wish I was more disciplined- I should be reading a book a week, instead I am over-searching unlit artificial Christmas trees on the web and bookmarking all possibilities. But my tree will be awesome.

  • In reply to Readergirl52:

    Hi Janet- I would love to see pictures of your home under construction-are you taking before and after photo's? Also, be thankful you have the funding for such an endeavor. My husband has been unemployed for the past year so all spending has come to a complete HALT. I miss shopping so much and I feel as if i am becoming my thrifty Mother-in-Law.

  • In reply to sglosswodka:

    This is really just painting and rotating my furniture- I brought all my parents' old people stuff to Chicago- and I need lighter paint on the walls, since their stuff is heavy. I did not take BEFORE pictures- but I probably have them. I'm scared that the paint will look great, but the "afters" will look like bad furnishings on fresh paint.

    I am a recreational shopper myself- though I mostly look and rarely have the life that requires nice clothing. My weakness is TJ Maxx. I love getting a bargain, but consequently my wardrobe is mish mosh. Still- I love seeing the stores all dressed up for the holidays. I wish your husband luck- I know how time weighs heavily. Steve is in a lucky spot...though he is NOT doing the painting. Podcasting is his life.

  • In reply to sglosswodka:

    This is simply the calm before the storm....Wait until the grandchildren arrive :)

    You'll have plenty of activities from which to choose and won't feel obligated to run yourself ragged 'cause you're not the mom!

  • In reply to sglosswodka:

    Hi Janet-Being just a bit further down the road than you are right now, from a year of tremondous losses and changes, may I make an observation that you have been "reacting"to so many challenges and unwanted changes in your life this year that it is no wonder you feel a bit adrift. And the knee problem doesn't help... Figuring out the new "normal" takes time and energy. After the losses and changes you have shared with us this year, I wish you a peaceful holiday season and a refreshing new year!

  • In reply to MsJill:

    Thank you, Ms. Jill for the kind words. They touch me, and encourage me.

  • In reply to MsJill:

    Hi Janet. I enjoyed your article. I got to it through Steve's website. I usually do read them, but I just now created an account so that I can leave comments. I remembered the dahlcast from earlier this week when you and Steve were talking about being fat. YOU ARE NOT FAT! If that picture that is posted up there is current, you look great! But I know all about being hard on oneself. I'm terrible to me. Loved the article. Catch you later. Jennifer

  • In reply to MsJill:

    thank you Janet

  • See, your life is not boring at all! Think back, you don't really miss the drama of the 80's--do you? I sure don't! I'll pray for your bro--one bad thing about getting older is that everybody seems to get sick in one way or another, but with all my aches and pains I am so grateful to still be here! Plus, Christmas is coming! :-)

  • In reply to pattyk:

    You are right- I do not miss the drama at all. I would like to volunteer, or do more than Village governance-hospital and youth issues come to mind- but I need to get my knee fixed first. I am a virtual cripple- not much use when standing or walking is required. But it will happen....And I am ramping up to Christmas. My decorations will look great amid all my beige. :-)

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