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I Bid Adieu

I Bid Adieu

The time has come to bid adieu, or perhaps I should say “see you soon”. It really depends on you!

As I said before, here and perhaps other places, I feel the need to move to a different place. For no particular reason it’s not a WordPress site, and that has no real bearing. Not sure why I want to move my blog, just do.

The first time I did this I just relocated to this domain, one of the same name, but the Name/Title of the site never really twigged for me. After all, what is a “SkiDaddy”? Who is SkiDaddy?

To maintain some continuity I copied the posts from the this blog at SkiDaddy.ca to the old WordPress site but it wasn’t working for me. After the creation of the new non-SkiDaddy site I even copied posts from there to both SkiDaddy sites. But, that wasn’t working for me either.

Not that my other/new site name is better, but it seems to fit the bill, at least for now. My new home will just contain a continuation of my blather, under a new umbrella. Same shit, different outhouse.

So my point for saying I Bid Adieu is to let you know of all this. If you wish to maintain a connection and follow my new posts please let me know in the comments and I will give you the address of the new site. Alternatively I could just post the name here but this is just more dramatic, don’t you think?

Goodbye, or cya later…..

Out of Ideas….

Out of Ideas….

…for a topic to write about for this post.

Well, not really, I have ideas, just not sure which direction to go. Once again I’m direction-less. I’ll sip my beer and decide. Let’s hope the beer helps. I hope it does but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t. One of downsides of coming to Brandt’s I’m afraid.

Over the last number of days I’ve been migrating my posts from Skidaddy on WordPress.com to my own domain, skidaddy.ca. I’ve used this site (skidaddy.ca) to post most of my last mundane writing. I think I’ve finally settled on using it instead of the WordPress site. Nothing against WordPress.com, certainly not, I just want to have my sh** on my own site. And that site is skidaddy.ca.

This is/was not a new idea, I began doing it quite a while ago and in fact I copied (what I thought) was all the posts from the WordPress site to this one more than a year ago. It was only just recently I realized that for whatever reason not all of them took, there were a number of months missing. Heaven forbid, my blog is not complete??? Gads!!! So I’ve been copying the offending posts over here a little at a time.

To that end I also just realized/remembered that there is actually a WordPress “feature” that can help with this. It must’ve been what I did the first time. Being over 60 now I’ve obviously forgotten…. haha.

One of the benefits of copying one at a time was that I could re-visit each post as I handled it. That was actually quite interesting and a bit enlightening. Some of the topics I had forgotten (go figure) but most I recall writing. Some I put together shortly after I began blogging. It was, and is, the reason I started and continue write here and elsewhere, to see where I was to where I am now, thus “Then….Til Now”. I also feel after reading those older posts that my writing was better then. I’m frequently disappointed with my posts now.

I still journal on paper as well, and in fact now have a journal for each of my grandkids. I wrote about that on Pay Attention, To the Attention, so you can check that out if you so wish. On the whole the additional writing does complicate things but I believe in the end it will pay dividends. At some point I will be gone, heaven forbid it’s soon, and they can read whatever I’ve put down. There may be no interest but once I’ve left this earth it won’t matter to me.

Madden and Ivy came over last night. I knew they were coming and in some ways wished it were another day. Don’t get me wrong, I love them dearly but they can at times be draining, as their parents can attest. This was a good day however.

Life is a Journey

Madden came strolling around the corner into the backyard, a first, and found me colouring on some sun-ravaged plaques that had been sitting outside our old house for quite some time.

I had brought the plaques with us when we moved to Kelowna, a connection to our prior life. They were nothing fancy, just ties to memories. The colouring idea was a hold-over from the art therapy I started with Elly.

So Madden’s first question was “can I colour too”. At first I balked, but then as I often attempt to do I re-thought the program and relented. “Of course you can colour, just try to do a good job”.  He took to the concept and ran with it.

It was funny really, as he was very calm and controlled. He sat in the chair and began colouring the plaque in earnest. My only stipulation was that I got to choose the colours for certain areas of the plaque. I had started the process and wanted to ensure the theme continued.

He was good with that and because he was doing such a good job when he took over I let him choose the colours of different parts. He was certain the colours of the lettering should be rainbow so I gave him the green light and let him run with it. I kept saying “do a good job, not a fast one” in hopes he’s slow down and pay more attention. He’s generally detail oriented though and did a pretty good job, for a 5 year old.

Not too bad I’d say, all things considered. Might not be how I’d finish it but still looks pretty cool.

And so, for someone with not too much to say it seems I’ve said a lot. I’ll likely read it shortly after I publish and wonder what the hell I was thinking. For any drabble I’m sorry. ‘Tis what tis’, I’m out of Ideas.

Here we go again

Here we go again

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I think “Here We Go Again” is a title of an old song, can’t be sure though and it really doesn’t matter. In this sense it only means here I go, putting up another very late post.

I see it’s not been since January of this year that I visited here to write. I’m surprised! My my, where does the time go?

I’ve been active and there are many things that have happened around me. Perhaps no more than to the average bear but they were, of course, significant to me. Mostly it’s just life stuff.

One thing of note was that since my last post I’ve gone back on the ‘juice’. Now before you get all confused or concerned you must realize the ‘juice’ in this context is an anti-depression medication, in this case Citalopram. Last year I was on Mirtazapine but in my wisdom I chose to get off the meds and see how things turned out. Not too well evidently.

After stopping the Mirts I did not become suicidal or anything close to that self destructive, it was more a case of low moods and and a frequent sadness I couldn’t seem to avoid. In fact, as I told my doctor, I would often get very teary and emotional during commercials on tv. I short I was very often low. This didn’t happen immediately but became more pronounced over time. In a nutshell I was not better, more help was needed, but I persevered.

In January we went to Okotoks to our niece’s. That’s where we had gone to visit during our annual get-away and where I last posted  Typically we go somewhere away from our city to just be away, to regroup and recharge. January is the month our son died so since then, Jan. of 2000, we either take a week in our time-share or perhaps we go to visit kin. In this case the kin won. It was a nice visit, a good escape. I had no overt depression or anxiety but my sadness lingered.

During that same month my Mother moved out of our basement suite where she had lived for a 7 or so years. She and my step-Father had moved in when they found the challenges of living alone, away from town, a challenge. My step-Father Larry unfortunately passed away a few years ago just after his 80th birthday but my Mom stayed with us. Now, through a series of outside circumstance, she felt moving to Langley was the best choice for her and her siblings so she took on the challenge of moving and went to the big city. I supported her move and still do. It is her call and I think I can appreciate her reasons.

Since her move we have spent time refurbishing the suite in hopes of attracting another good tenant. I won’t belabour the point but all went quite well and in the end we gained my (ex) brother-in-law Jake as a new ‘person under the stairs’. I could likely write volumes about the dynamics of him and his wife (and her family) but I won’t. I would like cause you some disbelief and wonderment about how these kinds of relationships could even take place. Maybe not though, I guess they are on reality tv all the time.

But I digress. After our foray away and my Mom’s move I just reached the point where I knew a change was needed. Don’t misunderstand, my situation was neither caused nor exacerbated by either our trip, the timing, nor my Mom’s leaving. They were only pointers in time, the inevitable return to medication was evident by that point.

After our return home a visit to my doctor supported my diagnosis, he determined I was depressed and had a higher degree of anxiety than ‘normal’. A regime of anti-depressants were again prescribed. In consult with the doctor we decided to try the Citalopram as I felt the Mirtazapine did not hold up it’s end of the bargain and let me down after some time. This became more evident as I re-read my paper journal and saw a decline in my moods over time. Another reason I had chosen to stop the Mirts. The Citalopram would also apparently help with any anxiety.

At any rate here we are. After being on the Cital since Jan. 28th I feel better once again. Not so much something you may be able to see but more an even-ess and stability of mood. I have more motivation and am getting some things done. I do hope it continues. My sleep has improved and although I dream crazy dreams now it is more restful. A drawback to the Citalopram is a tiredness during mid morning but I may change when I take my dose to dinnertime and the drowsiness may abate.

So in that sense I hope the tagline “Here we go again” is a positive one and I don’t find myself regressing over time. Keep your fingers crossed for me.

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