Katy McKenna Raymond  
Personal blog of christian writer Katy McKenna Raymond in Kansas City, Missouri

Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri


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Incoherent Ramblings Of An Intermittent Blogger

I’m glad we all enjoyed first a guest-blogging fest here at fallible, then a Dave Barry celebration, and finally a two-part chat with the inimitable Mary DeMuth, because you know what? I’m pooped.

That must be it. What else could explain the phenomenon which I christened in my early years of posting as “a veritable dearth of blogging”?

Last night I dreamed of nearly everyone I’ve ever known, and some I’ve only known in passing or on the tube. These types of dreams always signal exhaustion for me. When it comes to dreams, more is not necessarily merrier, although I had some downright pleasant company last night.

Lots of authors: Deb Raney and her entire enormous family (Deb’s the only one I’ve met in real life) prevailed upon me to save their bloomin’ blueberry plants in some kind of freak Kansas hail storm.

Colleen Coble, Kristin Billerbeck, Diann Hunt, and Denise Hunter (authors, all) involved me in some of their shenanigans, too. They weren’t just critique partners in my dream. I’m pretty sure they were survivalists.

Simon Cowell fell in love with me, as usual. It happens at least once during every American Idol season, the poor guy. I know he prefers darker skinned girls with long dark wavy hair and brown eyes, but hey. He can’t help himself, evidently. Neither can Kiefer Sutherland, although I wonder how he can spare the time for romance when there are only 24 hours in every day.

For once, I didn’t dream of my mother. I haven’t been writing much about her lately, but that doesn’t mean stuff isn’t happening.

She fell again yesterday, but apparently is not injured. Just to catch you up, her recent falls have occurred on August 6, October 8, December 10, January 8, and February 1. Is there a scary pattern emerging here, or is it just me? I admit I’m not too great with numbers.

In fact, I’ve royally messed up our personal checkbook. The only good thing about that is that it could have been the business books, in which case I guess it’s called “cooking,” something Doug’s been wishing I’d do more of.

But my ear hurts. Bad, or maybe even badly, depending on your personal preference. I want you to be happy.

My head hurts, too, really bad, or possibly really badly. I just don’t know any more. I have swollen optic nerves, which is kind of chronic with me, and so, so annoying. They have to be monitored continually to make sure I don’t have any blind spots in my field of vision. And then there are the MRIs and spinal taps.

OK. I’m grouchy. And tired. And in pain. And I have nothing profound, fascinating, or entertaining to say. Now I must shower and be on my way to my third doctor appointment in a week’s time.

Please remember that no matter how grouchy I am, I love you very, very much.

Posted by Katy on 02/02/06 at 01:58 PM
Fallible Comments...
  1. So good to hear your voice, dear Katy. Hangeth thou in there. I have no doubt Keifer and Simon are pining for you right now, eyeing that lovely optic nerve of yours and longing to accompany you in the lovely MRI tunnel of love.
    Posted by relevantgirl  on  02/02/06  at  03:09 PM
  2. Oh, and, um, thanks. I've never been called inimitable before. Cool.
    Posted by the inimitable one  on  02/02/06  at  03:11 PM
  3. I hope you feel better!

    Take a break and get some rest! - I'll still read you because I subscribe to your feed so when you post I come to your site. Right away.
    Posted by Liz  on  02/02/06  at  03:54 PM
  4. Inimitable Mary--That laugh REALLY did my wildly infected ear for which I am now imbibing staggering milligrams of antibiotics a ton of good!!! Methinks perhaps you should try your hand at thrilling medical romance. "Three's Company In the MRI Tunnel of Love!"

    Liz--Girl, I've been too sick to even read OPBs (Other People's Blogs). But today, I repent, turn and go the other direction. I'm gonna go catch up with Liz Fierge, whose name is pronounced "Fergie," but I can't resist putting a French spin on it no matter how hard I try. :)
    Posted by Katy  on  02/02/06  at  04:46 PM
  5. Katy,
    Get some rest! We'll miss you, but we'll be here waiting for when you get back. And I'll keep you in my prayers in the meantime.
    Posted by Carrie K.  on  02/02/06  at  08:19 PM
  6. Carrie K--You are the sweetest thing. And you remind me of my sweetest-thing daughter, Carrie Kathleen. Thank you for your kind heart.
    Posted by Katy  on  02/02/06  at  11:54 PM
  7. Oh, Katy, I'm so sorry :(

    But, I'm curious . . . I have these visions of becoming more in tune with myself, always taking care of me, resting appropriately - physically, mentally, and spiritually - when my children are older. Is this unrealistic? Hummm, better to know now than to get my hopes up that I won't let myself get run down someday. I guess that moving at full-steam is either a hard habit to break or a personality type? I think I like personality type best, don't you :)

    Either way, please do take care of yourself!!! Let that sweet man you rave about all the time take care of you - even if you need to give him step-by-step instructions :) And then take a spa day when you're up to it :)
    Posted by Ame  on  02/03/06  at  12:56 AM
  8. How is it possible that neither I or any of the other Michael have entered your dreams?

    WE are, after all, the male lifeblood of this comments section. Without us there would be less scratching and the place would probably smell better. We make a heckuva barbershop quartet, you know. You should hear us on Lida Rose.

    Perhaps this is just a bad case of meglamania. I have a call out to my therapist and expect to hear from her shortly. Excuse me while I brood in public silence.
    Posted by Michael O'Connor  on  02/03/06  at  07:17 AM
  9. I've got the blog block, too. Just keep posting when you're not too pooped. We love to read your ramblings!
    Posted by Heather  on  02/03/06  at  06:48 PM
  10. I love you very, very much, too, Sweetie Pootkins. And I understand why you feel grouchy. I'd be irritated, too, if my dreams were crowded with celebrity suitors who won't take "no, I'm happily married" for an answer. (Or maybe I should ask what answer you're giving them!)

    So, here's a story to cheer you up. My daddy had major spinal surgery Wednesday. It took six hours, but went great. In fact, he's already home, with strict orders not to do any work or drive or lift anything, etc. When he called and updated me this morning I said, "This just means quality time for you and Mom." We both laughed. If you knew my mom, you'd know why. Then I said, "I wish I could be a fly on the wall," and he said, "I wish you could have been a fly on the wall during the drive home." I can only imagine. She's one of those panicky drivers who over-reacts to everything. The good news is, he feels like his chances for full recovery are great, simply because he survived that drive.

    Right before I hung up, I said, "You and Mom party down." He snorted. Ah, the beauties of love tested by time. Or, um, something like that.

    Okay, so maybe that story won't cheer you up. Want me to tap dance?
    Posted by Jeanne Damoff  on  02/03/06  at  11:00 PM
  11. Ame--I wish I knew the answer! I think one key is to avoid using the word "not." As in, "No matter what happens, I am NOT going to turn out like..." fill in the blank. Focusing on the negative, they say, is like a magnet. I have always tended to take care of others first, myself last. Now I really could be taking care of myself, time-wise, but I don't know how. I skipped that day! Maybe there's still hope...for you!!!! :)

    Michael--I understand your dilemma completely. It must be so difficult for you and The Other Three Michaels Who Comment Here, wondering about my night life. Let me assure you once and for all that in spite of what you might imagine, I've never dreamed of anyone named Michael. OK, there WAS Michael Landon, but that was a LONG time ago. ;)

    Heather--French girls are so patient! Merci bien, ma cherie! (And yes, I'm still incredibly pooped.)

    Jeanne--POOTKINS??? 500 points for you! It has never occured to me in my dreams to say "no, I'm happily married," because those fellows don't ask permission! They presume I care, and then I call for Doug to come and defend my virtue! Doug used to dream (as an adolescent) of saving damsels in distress, so now I put his dreams to good use!

    Your story cheered me tremendously, though I can't identify quite WHY. Was it the spinal surgery? The panicky driver? The envisioned tap dancing? It's a winning combination, that's for sure....Thanks!
    Posted by Katy  on  02/04/06  at  04:29 PM
  12. Katy - very WISE advice! My in-laws raised their two boys NOT to be like the kids in this other family rather than to be the men God created them to be - and ohhhh, the consequences are not pretty. And my mom would always point out the worst in other mom's and say, "Aren't you glad you don't have a mom like that?" Made me grow up wishing I didn't have my mom.

    I am SO glad you were feeling well enough to get on the computer a little bit :)
    Posted by Ame  on  02/05/06  at  03:09 AM
  13. I guess my name pronounciation story is kind of like "Anne spelled with an E?"

    Hope you are still resting.
    Posted by Liz  on  02/06/06  at  06:05 PM
  14. Post when you can and rest when you need to. Meanwhile, I will stop back to see how you are doing.
    Posted by Maria  on  02/07/06  at  01:57 AM
  15. Katy, we all love you too, and hope you feel better soon. Take all the rest you need and don't feel pressured to blog! (Did I just say that?!) We'll still be here after you've taken your time off. You've had a pretty rough time of it over the past half a year or so; I guess it's all catching up. Sending warm wishes your way :)
    Posted by irene  on  02/07/06  at  04:26 AM
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