aren't you glad you asked . . .

hi!

we're still here.  just paddling upstream. 

it has been, as usual, full of highs and lows.  on tuesday of last week, kidlet ventured out into the world.  she took her crocheting and headed to the bridge and soaked up some sun and chatted with those interested in what her nimble little fingers were doing.  this was the first time she had left the house for more than appointments with the good doc and the therapist in ages.  get excited here folks, this is major.

thursday, after i picked kaitlyn up from school . . . she and kidlet headed to walmart.  when they popped back home, we had a little of this:

friday, kidlet picked kaitlyn up from school again and after scoffing down pot roast, taters, carrots and hot buttered rolls, the two of them took off to daytona beach to check out the boardwalk during spring break and play some miniature golf.

and yes, this is my child who has not crossed the threshold in months we are talking about.  and she paid the price.  she crashed and burned.  saturday.  sunday.  monday. tuesday.  wednesday she made it through a visit from family and then nested.  and nested.  but friday?  friday, she ventured out on her own again.  another trip to walmart for essentials and then out for a run.  yes!  you read that correctly.  kidlet went running.  and so we live with the ups and downs and hope they simmer into some semblance of normalcy. 

pip's had her ups and downs too.  yesterday morning she sat frozen in delight perched on the arm of the sofa with her paws up on the window sill, ears twitching.  two baby squirrels were practicing their climbing skills on the oak.  pip's nose wiggled in delight.  the more they danced through the limbs and up and down the trunk, the more light shown in pippin's eyes.  she was in kitten heaven.

a little later, i was in the laundry room doing the inevitable.  pip, having long ago gotten used to sitting on the glass top of my washer, loves to snuffle around in the clothes warm from the dryer.  this time when she made the leap from the floor her timing was bad and the lid was up . . . the look on her little face when she plopped straight down into the tub was priceless.  it took her all of two seconds to fly back out, run from the room and hide for the next two hours.  she is still tentative about the laundry room but hopefully not for long considering that is where the litter pan is.

and then there is me.  apparently the rope is fraying. the good doctor has announced i can officially live on ativan in addition to my lexapro and she will wean me off when life looks a bit brighter. 

spring is just around the corner and things will be better then.  i can feel it in my bones.