Tubthumping in a Tutbonnet
This month has been a total roller coaster ride of highs and lows, with nary a safety bar or lap belt to hold me in the car.
October began on a wobbly note. Still recuperating from a lithotripsy procedure, my immune system was susceptible to invasion. An near intractable head cold settled in for the duration. Even now there are lingeringing traces of the confestion in my throat, chest and ears.
Still I didn't let that stop me long. I took the chorus of Chumbawamba's Tubthumping" as my anthem for the month.
"I get knocked down, but I get up again/You're never going to keep me down."
The high points of the month generally came on the weekends. No surprise there. The weekdays are so cluttered up by the day gig that it is hard to hold onto the small joys that may come. I live for my weekends!
The first weekend was a doozy--the Over The Regal Limit trip to Chicago. Over 700 photos to tell the tale, so I won't go into detail here.
The second weekend was filled with the spirit of sisterhood. A lecture by Jungian analyst Jean Shinoda Bolen set the tone for the weekend. Her themes echoed in the words and deeds of the women in the IWWG personal essay workshop on Saturday. On Sunday, my sister and I had lunch with my best friend from high school.
The third weekend was another peak time of the month. I attended the Shadowbox Fall Fireball and ended up winning both raffle drawings I entered!
This month has been a total roller coaster ride of highs and lows, with nary a safety bar or lap belt to hold me in the car.
October began on a wobbly note. Still recuperating from a lithotripsy procedure, my immune system was susceptible to invasion. An near intractable head cold settled in for the duration. Even now there are lingeringing traces of the confestion in my throat, chest and ears.
Still I didn't let that stop me long. I took the chorus of Chumbawamba's Tubthumping" as my anthem for the month.
"I get knocked down, but I get up again/You're never going to keep me down."
The high points of the month generally came on the weekends. No surprise there. The weekdays are so cluttered up by the day gig that it is hard to hold onto the small joys that may come. I live for my weekends!
The first weekend was a doozy--the Over The Regal Limit trip to Chicago. Over 700 photos to tell the tale, so I won't go into detail here.
The second weekend was filled with the spirit of sisterhood. A lecture by Jungian analyst Jean Shinoda Bolen set the tone for the weekend. Her themes echoed in the words and deeds of the women in the IWWG personal essay workshop on Saturday. On Sunday, my sister and I had lunch with my best friend from high school.
The third weekend was another peak time of the month. I attended the Shadowbox Fall Fireball and ended up winning both raffle drawings I entered!
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