Margot Huxley

I wonder if my life was unplanned by me. I had no chats with my parents about where I’d want to be in say, five years when I was in high school. I enjoyed high school so much and did well there. But I was like a tumbleweed, tossed about by my likes and inclinations. I never planned anything, except what I’d do that day. I lived in the present. I wasn’t on the make, or gunning for top billing in…

My spirit animal is a cat. Cats are lovely creatures. They don’t require too much fuss. They know where to go if they need to. The are good with food and water, nothing more. But they do like it if you pay them more attention. They reciprocate with hopping on your lap for loving. But they know when to retreat into a corner of a window and bask in the sunlight. They can entertain themselves, if…

I had a silent heart attack sometime in the past. They discovered it at my doctor’s visit. She ran an EKG on me. She called it a septal infarct. It’s the area between the ventricles of the heart. So I’m walking around with this stuff. I don’t know what to think. I have a cardiology referral. I Googled what it meant and they said it would be treated with medicines, and perhaps a lifestyle change.

The Clueless Society Screenplay

I’m sitting with my puppy next to the kitchen window, waiting for my Dad to wake up. He has an appointment today with his PCP. His shoulder is hurting him and it’s mostly due to his diabetic medicine, called Tradjenta. Tradjenta is known for causing joint pain. So he’s going to get another medicine, hopefully, for his diabetes.

When I die

My Dad is 93 and I’m 65. I’m suddenly beginning to realize my Dad may not be with me any time in the future. So I’m surveying senior housing and contemplating letting my pets leave me. I can’t bring my pets with me to the senior housing living that I’ll find myself in. And that breaks my heart. I’ll have to sell the house and pay off the mortgage and sell back my Dad’s car to the dealership. I…

BLoganuary day 2 #bloganuary

Bloganuary Day 1

I’m still suffering from writer’s block. I have been thinking of continuing work on a story that I have been writing but the desire to do it not there. And the gremlins are circling about ready to pounce and give me a pain in my body for writing even a small chapter. I ask for your prayers and well wishes.

I’ve added a few items to my website and edited others. Come and check it out!

I’m really chuffed at how my books are gaining a following on Facebook. On Days Like this has added many followers. Librarything has added my books from members who may have read it. The Loveable Resident has been getting reviews, and Chapters of Life Passages has a new review. I encourage you to read one of my books and comment on it. It’ll do you good.

I’m with my puppy on my lap as I write this post. The morning has progressed as well as can be but the day still needs to develop. Yesterday I put tags on my dogs’ collars and the puppy had a resistance to getting the collar back on his neck. But things went alright and he succumbed to the collar. I’m thinking that life is slow now that I’m a senior citizen. I don’t particular relish that title…

I’ve been on an anti-depressant for a week now and I feel better. I have had sad thoughts before but now they’re history. I look forward to doing more writing.

I’ve never been a rude person in my life. I am a considerate woman who understands each person is going through a struggle. I have had people who are inconsiderate of my feelings however, and for those people I’ve decided they aren’t worth my time.

I’ve had a malady that goes like this: every morning I feel a depressing feeling, and I cannot do anything else but lie in bed for it to pass. Then after a while, when I have had a meal and coffee, I get to feel more like the thing. I pack of cigarettes later I feel much better. This phenomenon occurs every day. It is so saddening that I cannot work on my book and it’s a slow process. I don’t…