21 March …

 

Another week … four months …

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Tonight is the radio club meeting. 

We have been asked to present an “instructive” booth about amateur radio and its uses at a science festival in May.  Sounds like a good idea to me.  Maybe include some of the better students from the middle school radio class in the presentation (not all hams are old fogies).

We’ll see what the members think and I’ll report back next week.

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The weather we’ve been having is the kind we used to expect in late December and through January.  Here it is, equinox and we’d been getting snow steadily.  The next snowfall is due to start tomorrow evening.

It had been snowing all day last thursday when I had to go into town for my therapy group. I was hesitant, as I have been about a lot of things since George died. But I pulled up my big girl panties and went.

The reward was worth it (even through the drifts and ruts … the road is in terrible condition with all the traffic nowadays).

The scenery was like a picture book wonderland.

 

 

Reminded me big time of why we chose this place to live.

 

 

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The St Patrick’s Day dinner was a great success for the lodge fundraiser. Paul and I didn’t go.  Mark and Kamille were working (cook and server), and Paul had a bad cough (a large room with lots of diners is no place for a kid with a juicy cough). Mark brought dinners (and leftovers) home for us so we were able to share in the corn beef and colcannon. 

Truth be told … I am a bit weary of cabbage.

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Have I told you I am taking a psychotropic?  I saw the doctor for my pre-surgery physical on the 5th and I was crying when he came in … so we discussed widow’s depression and he put me on a low dose.

I saw him for follow-up last Monday and discovered I am in the 1% of people who experience side effects … tremor (as if my “essential” tremor wasn’t enough) and hot flashes.  Fun.  But I decided to stay on the medication for another month or so. 

I’m sure I won’t be done grieving by then, but I won’t still be depressed.  At least I hope not.

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A while ago I came across a television series on the NetFlix list called “Designated Survivor”.  I thought it was a scifi apocalypse show and ordered it (as you most likely know by now, I’m a longtime scifi aficionado).

Turns out it is a DC show about what happens when the capitol is blown up during a State of the Union speech and the “designated survivor” become President.  It is a pretty good show and the family has been watching.  It seems to have everything …          under-rated man makes good, extra smart wife, DNA problems, conspiracy theories, alt-righters, ethnic inclusions, and … and …

It isn’t Aaron Sorkin (“West Wing”) but it promulgates an entirely different perception of the “Designated Survivor”.  If you are intrigued by insider views and by mysteries, try it and let me know what you think.

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This morning it is raining so the snow is gone for now. 

 

Regardless, the fig tree in the solarium thinks it is Spring.

 

 In closing, here’s the advice for this week …

 

Once a day give someone a full smile (even if only yourself in a mirror).

 

So … ‘til next week …