Lucky Woman

My Christmas Present

That’s me. Lucky!

Mind you, not in the Emerson. Lake and Palmer sense (but then, that was a lucky MAN not woman)

White lace and feathers
They made up his bed (sounds très inconfortable, no?)
A gold covered mattress (? how ostentatious and Trumpian! I know ostentatious and Trump – redundant)
On which he was laid
Oooh, what a lucky man he was

Nope, I’m extraordinarily lucky to be living with Jen and Oni. They’ve seen me through so much – five devastating surgeries, radiation that knocked me on my ass for more than a year, The Amazing Bob’s illnesses and ultimate, catastrophic demise and the general horseshit of daily life.

I also have Ten in my life now. Bast only knows what I must’ve done in a past existance to score not one but TWO amazingly kind, mega patient, funny, realistic, resilient and righteous (not to mention handsome as hell) fellas in this run through!

Ya know, Ten’s never seen me in peak, healthy form. I truly don’t understand what he sees in me. I’m deaf, an MGH addicted voodoo tumor factory, I’m beyond tippy (though once I start rehab, that should abate somewhat), opinionated as fuck, desperately dull AND I can be awfully unforgiving (unless you’re a cat or cat-like).

So, wut up?

I guess I’m just lucky as all fucking hell, am I not?

Ten and I are talking about going to the Redwood National Forest in the spring. By then I should be able to do some hiking (without risking life and limb) AND I’ve allowed that I’d be interested in camping too. I know – ME camp? 'the fuck?! To wake surrounded by these giants would be amazing – absolutely magical.

My Christmas present, my West coast man, is sleeping off some jet lag at the mo. Me? I’m gonna jump in a hot shower, do some of my leg strengthening exercises and set up the queue for this afternoon’s Chinese food fueled movie madness (we have Alien: Resurrection, Maverick, The Ref, A Monster Calls and Bast knows what else)!

Happy fifth day of Yule. Merry Christmas and I hope your Kwanzaa  is awesome plus!

Cheers!