The strange thing about blogging is that you feel a responsibility to followers and friends. I have been absent without leave for a few weeks and can’t help but feel guilty about it. Like most of us, life has intervened into my usual routine and I have been a little frazzled. Lots of new contract work has kept me busy but my mind has been blank despite all the opportunities for people watching. I wondered if my health was deteriorating but my psychiatrist seems happy with me – I had some wonky blood results (that’s a clinical term…) which raised anxiety levels. My cholesterol levels shot up but my inflammatory markers that indicate plaque, risk of stroke or heart attack were good. My extended Irish family has a huge file on our family risk of heart problems in the main hospital in Dublin, so I have always been proactive about eating well and exercising. But I can’t think of anything nicer than a baked potato smothered in butter…
Then I had a skin biopsy. My dermatologist just went straight to the point – “I am taking a biopsy to check for basal skin cancer”. Yes, it also appears in the Irish family – dang those genetics. Why couldn’t they just leave me money in their will?? I didn’t truly enjoy my short vacation in San Diego which is why I haven’t blogged, although looking back there were some lovely moments including finding ancestors graves. The news has just been so awful that I have started watching Fixer Upper instead of CNN. We finally got around to ordering a new door after Hurricane Harvey only to have the wrong one delivered… Teddy wondered if I made a fuss but there was no point; many of our residents have lost everything.
One of my friends housed their neighbors whose house was flooded. The children just moved back last week and my friend was sad – what a beautiful person she is. All of my contract work dried up immediately after the hurricane because no-one was able to or wanted to hold conferences in Houston. One of my employees had a wee party for their staff in the garden of the office. It was so much fun and I won the raffle for 4 tickets to Kemah which is our equivalent of Coney Island. Well, I have no kids and don’t know anyone who has apart from my angel friend. Apparently her neighbor was overwhelmed that a complete stranger would give them a gift. No one could have felt happier than me, paying it forward feels good.
Two of the events that I have worked for recently have incorporated the conference contributing or volunteering to the Houston Food Bank. Thank you! One day when I was working at the airport, I helped a volunteer by translating for a passenger who only spoke Spanish (then three more turned up). After that, I was still standing there when two men came up and said very loudly and incomprehensibly, “Haw Missus, how do ye get out of this airport?” The volunteer looked perplexed. Was it Serbo-Croat or Icelandic? I recognized the accent from Glasgow in Scotland where I grew up. Laughingly, I said, “Come over here boys!” Their faces lit up when they heard my (much posher, think Maggie Smith) Glasgow accent. One of them had his arms wide open and said, “Gie us a cuddle” which I did and the other one hugged from the other side, kissing my ear. I sent them on their way and laughed at the look of horror on the elegant volunteer’s face. They were either oilmen or mariners who had travelled from some far flung place, Kazakhstan perhaps? A few refreshments had been imbibed but there was nothing sexual about the cuddle. It was one of kinship and comfort in a strange place. Gosh, I felt homesick for the first time in years that day. Despite all the turmoil recently, Texas mostly feels like home.
Get ready for some fun blogs and sorry for my absence.