{"id":3032,"date":"2012-01-05T21:37:16","date_gmt":"2012-01-06T02:37:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/?p=3032"},"modified":"2012-01-05T21:37:16","modified_gmt":"2012-01-06T02:37:16","slug":"a-little-help-from-my-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/a-little-help-from-my-friends\/","title":{"rendered":"A Little Help From My Friends"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>(This post isn&#8217;t very well written. Let&#8217;s blame my mental state and not my lack of writing ability. Yes? Yes! Thanks.)<\/p>\n<p>Thanks for all the kind comments on my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/?p=3018\">last post<\/a>, guys. It&#8217;s been a tough week, but it&#8217;s so wonderful to have so many thoughtful, caring people in my world. I&#8217;m feeling a little overwhelmed by life these days, but having you all in my corner is helping me out tremendously.<\/p>\n<p>The good news is, Grandpa is going to be coming home soon. The bad news is, the cancer is spreading. I&#8217;m feeling oddly grateful, because he&#8217;s not in any pain and he has some of his appetite back. We&#8217;ll probably be heading down to CT for another visit this weekend.<\/p>\n<p>I feel a little weird about posting all of this on my blog. It&#8217;s a situation that I feel smack dab in the middle of, but it&#8217;s not entirely my story. Blogging can be weird like that. It feels disingenuous to gloss over the big events in my life, but I also don&#8217;t want to be responsible for the distribution of anybody&#8217;s private information. I hope that I strike an ok balance here. I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ll hear about it if I mess up.<\/p>\n<p>Today was a tough day for me. I was overly tired and overly emotional. By the time I got home, I felt completely and utterly drained, like life had hauled off and punched me in the stomach. Which is why it was that much more amazing to find a big ol&#8217; box o&#8217; happy sitting on my front porch, waiting for me.<\/p>\n<p>What&#8217;s a big box o&#8217; happy, you ask? It&#8217;s four years of birthday and Christmas gifts from a very dear friend who is thoughtful and kind in every which way, but a <em>wee<\/em> bit forgetful when it comes to putting things in the mail. Me? I&#8217;m the kind of girl who saves the best bites of dinner for the very end of the meal. Four years worth of gifts in one go suited me just <em>fine<\/em>. I might even start saving up <em>all<\/em> of my presents for future happiness. Note to Kristian: no perishable gifts for my birthday this year.<\/p>\n<p>I basked in the glow of my presents for a bit, let them spend some time under the tree and then unleashed my OCD-like tendencies and lined them up in chronological order. I&#8217;ve only opened up a few gifts so far, because I&#8217;m savoring them. Why? Well, as we&#8217;ve thoroughly established on this here blog, I&#8217;m weird like that.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s nice to have presents and it&#8217;s nice to have shiny things under the tree, but what I really loved about my box o&#8217; happy is what it represented: a good friend and how she&#8217;s been thinking about me all of these years. I have such wonderful friends, I almost feel like I need to start sharing. I mean, is it really right for just one person to have so many lovely ladies in their life? Can you support the friendless? Is there a Sally Struthers infomercial about how, for the price of just a cup of coffee a day, you can help the lonely and bitter and bring a little bit of joy into their life?<\/p>\n<p>Someone get Sally&#8217;s agent on the line.<\/p>\n<p>Me? I&#8217;m going to cherish my box o&#8217; happy. Even if it turns out to be full of underwear and socks.<\/p>\n<p>(Spoiler alert: the gifts thus far have been just as lovely as the thought behind them).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(This post isn&#8217;t very well written. Let&#8217;s blame my mental state and not my lack of writing ability. Yes? Yes! Thanks.) 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