The final line of Anne of Green Gables goes something like this: “God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world.”  I figure I’m always coming here and torturing my friends when I’m having a bad day, I thought I’d drop in when God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world.

I’m sitting here at Mom’s apartment while she takes an afternoon snooze.  We have settled down to a nice schedule now and just today I gave her a big kiss and hug and told her how I can’t believe she’s here.  It has been a long 32 years living without my Mom nearby.  For some people that might have been a blessing, but I rather like her and I think she likes me.  I have always felt sorry for women who had a hateful relationship with their mothers, and I know what I am missing by not having any daughters (the good and the bad) and just hope for some nice women to roam into the family through my sons.  So far the young women who have graced our home have been wonderful, smart, funny and I presume, sexy, but then what do I know.

Other things are going well.  After a brutal teaching term during the early summer I have taken a breather, just being a lab instructor a couple of hours a week. It is with a new cohort, the members of which have not yet made any judgements about my teaching ability or lack thereof.  I am feeling more confident now and am sure that I will just get better at this.  Of course, I have learned the ol’ “can’t please all the people all the time” lesson now and won’t forget it.

Also padding the bank account with a private patient, whom I retested today and who has made great progress with her balance and hopefully will make more.  It’s always nice when that happens because she is not generally happy to see me – she does it for her son, and it was nice to be able to show her that what I do with her and what she does for homework actually is effective.

Next week? I sing.  I mean, I really sing.  My voice teacher bet me five bucks a couple of weeks ago – I had to make a date with the activities director at Mom’s building or pay him five bucks the following week.  Of course she jumped all over that and I will be plugging in the microphone next Wednesday.  It is amazing how having a date on the calendar has me doing my voice exercises and practicing my songs daily!  The lineup (jazz standards) is going to be great and there again, confidence is really high right now.  My voice teacher has totally unlocked my talents and gently eradicated my fears, which is allowing me to sing without that sense of perfectionism that always dogged me before, and actually improvise which is a nice thing to be able to do when you are singing jazz.  Here’s the lineup: Johnny One Note; Makin’ Whoopee, Nearness of You,  Slap that Bass, Nice Work if You Can Get It, I’ll Be Seeing You and finally a kick ass Ella Fitzgerald version of Sweet Georgia Brown.  I have always wanted to sing that song but never thought I could – and thanks to Perry, I can.  And feel good about it to boot.  There will be a few people from my chorus present to cheer me on, but mostly I am just happy to sing for the sheer joy of it.

What else? Oh yes, slammed out some commissioned quilting the other night.  That’s another story – man, I would be the happiest girl on earth if I could just make all my money making textile art.  When I get into that sewing room I am never happier. The fabrics, the patterns, the colors, having it all come together.  I just love it.

Finally, went to the doctor for my physical and I get a reprieve on the cholesterol meds – one more chance to get serious about the natural supplements and eating right.  I’ve got 6 months to follow the rules.  Then we’ll see.

So today, I can’t complain.