Welcome to an experiment!

This last year I had a great time sending reports about what was going on during my treatments. I loved writing to you all, even though the subject matter wasn’t always the most, uh, cheerful? The treatments are now over, hopefully ALL OVER, and I miss writing to you about the things that are still going on in my life.

So, I have decided to write a blog about whatever is going on. And, because it’s a blog, you can tune into it as you like, instead of getting it on your email and trying to cram it into your work time.

It is, as I said, an experiment. I love to write letters. Think of it as an experiment in writing letters. Or, in your case, reading letters.

Today has been setting up the blog “theme” which has been, I’m not going to lie, arduous. Lance helped me with the techspeak and techbuttons and basically techeverything. But even he left, tired of all the decisions about little details.

I just want to write.

So, here we go!

I wanted to follow up on the pic I shared on FB of me having the chicken pox at age 37. I looked, as my sister so delicately put  it, pathetic.

And I did, but when looking at that pic, I remembered a time which wasn’t so itchy.

It was in Kindergarten, when I thought I would get chicken pox, because a lot of kids in the morning Kindergarten class were at home with it. I remember distinctly checking my hands and arms, imagining that I saw the spots…

… while I was holding the Star of Bethlehem.

Hmmm? Yep. The Star of Bethlehem that was made out of cardboard, covered in aluminum foil and taped securely to the long wooden pole with the metal hook on it that was used to pull down the shades in our room with the tall windows. Remember that pole? If you grew up in the 50’s you probably do.

Well, The Star of Bethlehem was taped to the top of the pole, probably to the hook, now that i think about it. And, it was my job to hold that star over the kids who were playing Mary and Joseph. Granted, we were on  the Kindergarten circle painted on the wooden floor, not on any stage. So, I was standing opposite the famous pair, holding the pole so that the star hovered above them, given the job of not bonking them on the head with said pole.

And i was checking my hands and arms secretly checking my hands and arms for pox.

it’s amazing that the holy pair were not hurt in process.

It’s also amazing that this was taking place in a public school.

Next story is about the Christmas pageant we had when I was a senior. Yep, public school again. What a time we grew up in, hey? (still having the effects of being in Canada)

sending hugs, Janet