It Does Not Matter How Fast You Go As Long As You Stop At The Red Light.

It does not matter how fast you go as long as you stop at the red light.

Auilox

Something to think about!

Never Forgotten

It's been a year today since my mother-in-law died. Every time we look at the calendar, we see the date. Nothing's marked on this year's calendar, but we know. And we remember. We remember all the things that we loved about her. All the things she did for us. And all the things about her that drove us crazy. But mostly, we think: it shouldn't have happened. She should still be here.

Her death was not an easy one. Not for her. And not for us. We had to make the decision as to whether to keep treating her and hope she would recover somewhat, or to let her go. After agonizing discussions with specialists, family, and friends, we, decided to let her go. She was my husband's only parent; the last of his family. And we miss her greatly.

What's a KitBar?

Had dinner tonight at the world's first kitbar. It's Stone Cove's KitBar in Herndon, and it's the first of its kind. The concept is a bar with a kitchen in the middle. It has a huge wood oven that they use for making a lot of their dishes. There are no bartenders or waitstaff; they are all ChefTenders. The food is pretty good. The concept is a lot of fun. The cost is a tad pricey for what you get. Since they're limited in space, the menu in all on one page, and doubles as your placemat. Seems to be working. I'm interested in seeing how long they make it, and if this concept catches on.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time I was a real person. I used to do the things that real people do. I had a job. I was close to my family. I had friends. I used to go out and do things that real people do. Go to dinner with my friends. See a movie. Go to a concert. Attend special occasions like birthdays, confirmations, funerals, school events, weddings, first communions. I could be relied upon. I was respected. The people I cared about cared about me too.

Then I was robbed. I have a disease and it stole everything from me. My job, my friends, some of my family. It happened somewhat slowly. Rumors were spread that I was an alcoholic because my schedule became erratic. Then there was some concern about the medication I was taking to help control the disease. I obviously had a problem. I started cancelling on people, again and again. I was honored to be asked to be a friend's bridesmaid, and excited that the wedding was in another country. What fun! But then I realized I wasn't going to be able to make it. And I had to cancel. We're not close friends anymore. That's just one example of life as I know it.

My friends don't ask me out. Why bother when I'm either going to say no or cancel at the last minute? I don't ask anyone over to see me. Why? Because I can't keep house. I don't have the strength. I didn't even make it to dinner on my own birthday this year. Or my husband's birthday (I promised to take him out; he said he wouldn't hold his breath). Or my mother's birthday. (The grocery list for dinner is still on the refrigerator.)

My story started "once upon a time." I know better than to expect "happily ever after."