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All About You (Krissie)

27 Mar

That’s me contemplating our political situation.

I overslept, but it felt good. Now I’m going to write a cracking good scene and then hopefully go swimming. Life is good.
I did get back to the pool last week, and it was glorious. I’d been feeling so constrained in my own body, and when I got in the water I could move again. I’m not sure why I’m having such pain issues everywhere – well, it’s probably fibromyalgia but I like to ignore that. I have a moderate case, fortunately without the brain fog, etc., but I’ve deal with pain since my ’40s. Nowadays the things that hurt have a reason for hurting (knees, shoulder)but sometimes things aren’t so bad. Not now.

But I digress. Yesterday was Richie’s birthday and I was finally able to say “Til lykke med fødselsdagen.” Sounds like “til looga mel foosulsdayen.” Made me very happy. We went out for gourmet pizza because an ice storm was coming and that was the closest place (I live in the country – the next closest was forty miles away). I told him that for his birthday I would generously deign to have sex with him and perform certain intimate favors. He laughed. Why do women in their sixties (and presumably seventies as well) still have powerful libidos while men get kinda tired? More proof that God’s a man. (grumble grumble).

I also got my embroidery attachment out to see if it still worked and it did. I had an epic fail at stenciling on the doll bed Richie made and I painted – guess I should a) read how to do it and b) practice on a piece of wood. Had to scrub it off and then repaint that section, but I’ll practice and see what I come up with. this is for the American Girl Kristen doll, which I’ll be giving my part Scandinavian granddaughter when she’s old enough. Unless she’s not into dolls at that point, in which case she’s mine, all mine (insane cackle). Gotta take some pictures – I need to remember to do a “I made it” Tuesday or whenever. And see if others can upload photos straight instead of having to go through me.

So – the week. Writing, swimming, PT, sewing, and then on the weekend we drive down to Boston to see the final performance of GAAR, the theater group that’s been so important to me. It’s a harrowing play about a woman about to be stoned to death in a middle-eastern country. We’ll stay with my wonderful cousin Emmie, then the next day go on to the Cape for the memorial service for his step-father. We’ve got someone to come in and play with the cats, so we’re good, though I know Richie will pine.

And shit. My left hand is tingling. Damn damn damn. I want to write today but I’m having problems with my fucking hands, pardon my Anglo-saxon. I’m about to put Emma and Brandon in bed for the first time. Pray for me.

What’s on your agenda?

Writer’s affirmations (Krissie)

22 Mar

Hey, guys.  I’m trying to get more active on-line, but I hate selling books (love yakking).  Hmmm.  Does that sound like I love throwing up?  Talking, I mean.

Anyway, did another post on my website.  I took Monday’s post and put it up over there (I mean the refab post) but I’m giving them another.  I can copy them here if you want, or just post a link when I do.  What would you guys prefer?  They’re going to be combination writing and life posts, probably weighted a bit more toward writing than I have here.

http://anne-stuart.com/drama-queen/

All About You (Krissie)

20 Mar

So, the photo on the right is today, 2017. The photos on the left are, on top, me from 2012, when I’d lost a lot of weight, and 2013, when I gained it all back. If I get to the other computer I’ll see if I can find photos from the same day in ’14, ’15 and ’16. I never realized when I started putting up photos that I’d end up with such an interesting resource.

So, anyway, how did you guys survive the blizzard, those of you who had it? We got thirty inches or more, coming down at 4 inches per hour at times, with a strong wind. Every school in the state was closed, and we know how to deal with snow in Vermont. Now we’re opening windows (it’s only 50 or so but it’s nice to get fresh air.)

Speaking of being fabulous, I’ve decided I have to go back swimming again. I feel like I’m living in a coffin-shaped box – that’s about how much I move and can move. It’s only in the water that I can really stretch out. It takes time and money, but neither price is crushing (I can swim for $100 for 6 months and the pool is available from 6 am to 8 pm (with two hours off in the afternoon for students). The drive takes about half an hour, but if I lived in NYC or near traffic it would take that long or longer – it’s 24 miles away). All the time changing and showering is time I don’t waste at home doing the same thing (I go under the shower before I get in the pool). I can’t walk, my replaced shoulder is incredibly stiff and painful, and I my body’s become a prison. Plus, I won’t get all the exercise I usually get in the summer when I’m acting. Gotta do something.

The weight is staying off (though not dropping lower – it would be lovely to drop below 220 and stay there.) My big goal is to get below 200 and stay there for a while. I guess I need to put a little more effort into it, but right now it’s absolutely painless – I don’t lust for sugar and fried food and huge amounts. But I could probably cut healthy carbs back a little.

It’s nice when it’s no longer vanity motivating me. My relationship with vanity has always been contentious (I think that’s true for most people). My sister was beautiful, and she always made it clear that she was the pretty one. That backfired because she started feeling that being pretty was her only value, and she basically ate herself to death (it said her death was caused by COPD complicated by obesity). And in fact I’ve been going through old photos and looking at myself dispassionately and realizing I’ve always felt way too negative about myself. I remember about 50 years ago Buffalo Springfield had a song about “pretty girl, why not love me?” and I wept because I wasn’t a pretty girl. And you know, I was. Almost all 18 year old girls are.

Feeling good feels a lot better than looking good, and that’s my goal. Tomorrow I will lumber onto the scale – nope, that’s too negative. I will trip lightly onto the scale, face the music, and move on.

I can’t fix everything (there’s a stunner!) and I can’t fix much, but there are things I can do.

So tell me, what’s up for you guys? Anyone serious about their weight and their mobility right now? Or is work a major consideration? Family? I’ve got all three things pulling at me, and the body tends to be the first thing to go by the wayside but I’ve got to spend time on me if I want to do all those other things. Seems I’ve got energy right now.

So … wassup?

All About You and BLIZZARD! (Krissie)

13 Mar

 

There’s a blizzard coming. It’s gonna womp Jenny, it’s going to slam us (possibly 18 inches of snow, but we’re used to it. We’ve had other big storms around St. Patrick’s Day, but we’ve just had two bitter weekends (high temperatures about one degree, strong wind – our bedroom was 59 degrees when I woke up yesterday) and spring seems a long ways away. But they build us tough up here. Only problem is we’re going to have a goddess gathering (Lani and her two daughters are coming down to NJ and I’m driving down on Thursday) so now we gotta deal with snow. Hey, it could be worse. We could have some appalling narcissist leading our country … oh, never mind.

(Sorry, I’ll try to avoid politics). Anyway, spent the weekend working on doll clothes and furniture, having a lovely time. This week, before I head down for FUN, I have to figure out why I’m not writing. It’s very strange – Jenny is writing like crazy and I’m not – it’s usually the other way around. I think I’ve had four books out since Jenny’s last one came out. I’m not in competition – I’d do anything to help her writing, and I love that she’s got a story again. But it’s weird for me.

So I’m not going to promise to write this week. I’m going to figure out why I don’t (topic for therapy today). And, I get to go see Kong tonight (Hiddles, y’know). Gotta kick my ass into gear.

What’s on your agenda?

All About You (Krissie)

7 Mar

It’s gonna be a tough week for Sister Krissie. Our lovely theater has been coopted and destroyed. No, I’m not being overly dramatic. Here’s the deal:
Ten or so years ago an actress and director bought a summer house in Greensboro. One of the first things she did was hold a meeting, inviting everyone, on ways to bring more of the arts to out town. Over the years she started with staged readings in a barn all the way up to our very professional productions in a tent on the town green, complete with a Tony-nominee actress for the musicals. (Jill came up on her Harley to see Hamlet – she can attest to how good the plays are). She kept looking for a patron to help us build a permanent theater.
Along comes a billionaire who wants to do something for the town. He buys us a new tent (we rented before) and pledges 15 million to build a new theater.
Joy abounds. Sabra and company hire an architect, begin the incredibly contentious and arduous process of getting zoning approval. The people who were against it were vicious, as they had been for Circus Smirkus and are for any proposed change, but eventually the zoning went through, all the appeals against it were shot down, and we broke ground.
And then our billionaire started getting twitchy. He suddenly renamed the theater and took it over, slowly but surely pushing Sabra out. He would only talk with her through lawyers (and you can imagine what that did to an arts organization who depended on donations to survive). The building, originally based on the Globe Theater, has about 27 offices in it. Sabra asked if they could have one – the Axis of Evil said yes, then no.
In our usual summer we start rehearsals mid to late June, open in the middle of July and go through the middle of August. The Evil Ones said they would give us a contract – 4 weeks, no rehearsal time in this huge facility, one day load in and one day out.
We tried to negotiate, but the more we did, the tighter their restrictions got. Now they’ve signed a contract with a theater group from 90 miles away, one who plans to take over Sabra’s mission – to get Shakespeare into the schools, to involve local people, etc.
And on top of that, he took the tent.
No My Fair Lady and Amadeus this summer. No staged readings (our step-down plan). We’ve been destroyed. I keep thinking of “Fire and Rain” – “sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.” (Flying Machine was the name of James Taylor’s group before he went into treatment).
So I’ll have a free summer. A summer back to my usual isolation, just like my winters. My short-lived theatrical career is done – I have no intention of going anywhere near the new theater and the Axis of Evil, and I was just starting to get good.
I need to cool my anger. I need to grieve and let go. I just gotta put that creative energy back into writing, though I think the theater added richness to my writing. The more creative endeavors you involve yourself in, the more creativity you have.
So right now I’m grieving.
Tomorrow – revenge!

All About You (Krissie)

6 Mar

Godmorgen. Jeg her træt.
Which means I’m tired. Cats woke us up before seven, so I got up and watched the news while Richie was able to get back to sleep. I don’t get to watch the news when Richie’s awake – he can’t stand it. I can only take it in short spurts. There was the usual shitstorm, though apparently this time it’s even worse. I try not to panic about the state of the world. I try not to lose hope.

Ah, but I spent Saturday with my grandchildren, a sure cure for hopelessness. Alex is fabulous – his curly hair is down to his shoulders (he’s growing it to donate to Locks of Love or some cancer society that provides wigs for cancer patients).
And Ali is the fiercest, cutest child in the world. I’ll put up photos later.

So, this week I have to go to Town Meeting and kick butt, have to go to the big city to get my meds. I made a hoop skirt and worked on Kirsten’s flannel underwear for the dolls, but now I want to sew something bigger. Gonna work on that this week.
Plus Richie and I made a place for me to work upstairs, and that’s what I’m going to do. Just the usual. I may go down and see Crusie and Lani, but I may have gotten my dates mixed up. We’ll figure it out eventually.

So how’s by you? How the upcoming week – anything exciting? Are there signs of spring? (It was 3 degrees with a wind on Saturday).
Wassup?

All About You (Krissie)

27 Feb

Hello, my darlings! It’s a gorgeous day out there – a little cold but the sun is bright, the sky is a clear blue and there’s a fresh clean layer of snow. What’s not to like?
We spent the weekend working on the house, having a good time with each other.
So, this week. Tomorrow Richie and I go out on our Valentine’s Day/Anniversary/Christmas present – we’re going to the big city to see Australian guitarist Tommy Emmanuel. We’ll go for an early bird dinner at one of the best restaurants in Burlington, we’ll come home to our kitties, Tim is stable, Daniel’s probably a bit iffy but he’s dealing with it on him own, which is a good thing (he’s 32 and a little past being rescued). We’re okay. (Country’s fucked but we’re okay. And we’re working on the country – one good thing that’s come out of this mess: we now appreciate the good stuff. And how about that sentence structure – a dash and a colon!)
Gonna get my ass to a demonstration to support immigration (up at the Canadian border). Your political mileage may vary, but know I want the best for people).
We spent the weekend cleaning up a part of the bedroom so I can write up there again (I have various places in the house I write, and sometimes I just need to move to a new place to get a fresh slant on a book). Oh, I’m just feeling good today (Dansk = glad, which is pronounced glell – go figure. Jeg er glad.) We have shrimp for dinner, I’m going to sew, the bedroom is getting cleaner, I’m taking my ancient iPod in to be fixed (found a place), it’s … it’s just a nice day. Not spectacular, just kind of nice. Nice is underrated.
Week – writing, sewing, cleaning, just like every other week. But I need to add in shoulder exercise, some cooking because i like to cook and Richie shouldn’t have to do all the cooking). Lots of things to do.
What’s on your agenda?