Tomorrow....home, (yay!!!) to see my man and my kiddos, I can't wait to see them. So good night for tonight.
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| TD says "always go Moomintroll" so I did! |
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Day Twenty-Three, Tuesday Night
Super short check in tonight, we have been go-go-going all day long. Walking kids to school, grocery shopping, super fab reflexology, Shoppers for Prima make-up. Whew, I'm exhausted just thinking about the recap! We had a lovely dinner with a family friend of LS and JD's, it was really nice, though I had to squelch down my feelings of inferiority. I don't know why I can usually feel so content and then wham! Like a rug being yanked out from under my feet, it's gone.
Tomorrow....home, (yay!!!) to see my man and my kiddos, I can't wait to see them. So good night for tonight.
Tomorrow....home, (yay!!!) to see my man and my kiddos, I can't wait to see them. So good night for tonight.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Day Twenty-Two, Birthday Bash ( 4th Monday am I halfway through?)
Happy Birthday to my dearest LS! We had a sweet day together to celebrate her birthday and I love, love, love that there is (almost) a tradition of birthday visits.
Accomplishments for the day include, spending time with my family. Being with my sister on her birthday. Being mindful of beautiful moments I am part of or nearly part of. Enjoying all the parts of myself, even when I am bitterish, and knowing that it's not forever. Being able to stand up to something that makes me very uncomfortable, without anger or judgement. That was a hard one, but one I think is extremely valuable. I imagine (because I haven't travelled that journey yet, so it's pure conjecture at this point) that when I master the art of setting boundaries and expectations without anger I will have overcome my feelings of powerlessness.
All day long, I was thinking about how much I had to write tonight, and if I wrote a play by play of the day I really would. But now my head is wrapped up in my goodnight phone call with TR and how much I miss him and so I think I will toddle off and let sleep eat away some of the hours before I get to be in his arms again.
I have already chosen the photograph for the end of the entry tonight, so I will tell a bit about it before signing off. The fellow (or lady) in the photograph was swimming in the lake in St. James's Park, as I was standing at the lake's edge taking photographs of a swan, this fellow (or lady) came waddling up to me and peered at me with what looked like curiosity to me. After I photographed some ducklings, another goose approached with almost the same quizzical look. It was one of the moments that made last summer's trip so wonderful!
Good Night!
Accomplishments for the day include, spending time with my family. Being with my sister on her birthday. Being mindful of beautiful moments I am part of or nearly part of. Enjoying all the parts of myself, even when I am bitterish, and knowing that it's not forever. Being able to stand up to something that makes me very uncomfortable, without anger or judgement. That was a hard one, but one I think is extremely valuable. I imagine (because I haven't travelled that journey yet, so it's pure conjecture at this point) that when I master the art of setting boundaries and expectations without anger I will have overcome my feelings of powerlessness.
All day long, I was thinking about how much I had to write tonight, and if I wrote a play by play of the day I really would. But now my head is wrapped up in my goodnight phone call with TR and how much I miss him and so I think I will toddle off and let sleep eat away some of the hours before I get to be in his arms again.
I have already chosen the photograph for the end of the entry tonight, so I will tell a bit about it before signing off. The fellow (or lady) in the photograph was swimming in the lake in St. James's Park, as I was standing at the lake's edge taking photographs of a swan, this fellow (or lady) came waddling up to me and peered at me with what looked like curiosity to me. After I photographed some ducklings, another goose approached with almost the same quizzical look. It was one of the moments that made last summer's trip so wonderful!
Good Night!
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| Curious goose no. 1 |
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| Curious goose no. 2 |
Sunday, October 5, 2014
21Jump Street, Sunday Night.
It really does seem that if I started this blog earlier in the day it might, possibly, be called something else besides Blahbidy Blah, Blahday Night. But somehow despite all my good intentions I never seem to get down to it until night time. Oh well maybe tomorrow, but probably not.
Today was a beautiful day here in the sunny North Northwest. The weather was mild and the sun shone down brightly, warmly, but not hotly on everything and everyone. I shared a lovely breakfast with my sister and her family. We went for a glorious walk at the ocean's edge (one of my favorite places to be). We went to an open air market, and while the other grown ups shopped, LS's father-in-law and I sat by the edge of the market and listened to a street musician play guitar, watched children feed pigeons and enjoyed the beautiful weather. We all piled home, where we walked to the market or a few extras, came back and prepared afternoon tea (which is such a nice ritual, but one I rarely partake in) and after relaxing in the backyard for a bit, we made dinner and some of their friends joined us for an early birthday celebration, which we ate outside, under the apple tree. It was so idyllic, a little romantic and, well, straight out of a fairy tale.
Now everyone has gone to bed, and I am up holding myself to this self-imposed obligation. Even though it is just for me, I feel it is really important, because I am so quick to abandon something, especially if I perceive it to be foolish or that others may think it's foolish, and especially if I don't feel like doing it. So I do this as evidence that I am doing it and to prove to myself I will, not that I can, because I know that, but because I will and that is what I am trying to show myself.
I have been talking a bit with LS about some of the childhood troubles that haunt us and analyzing bits here and there. I am so torn about all of that. On one hand I feel like the past is the past and if I choose to embrace my hurts and miseries to my bosom, then that is all I will have, and it is all long behind me. If instead I chose to acknowledge my hurst and move on then I will get out of my life what I take out of it and those people that treated me so poorly, no longer have a hold on my life. I claim it back for myself. The problem lies, in that I am not sure if the hurts have planted little seeds that have grown into baobabs that block my way to taking out of life what I want. Though my reference to baobabs is from "the Little Prince" and he may have been speaking of blowing things out of proportion....wait, maybe it still fits. Part of my conflict lies in that my mother doesn't sincerely acknowledge those hurts, and it makes me question the validity of them. But my heart and spirit tell me that she is wrong, that those hurts are real and that they have affected me in some very profound ways. The disproportion comes when I am so bothered by the conflict, that I cannot separate myself from the memories and the anger, resentment and insecurity those memories bring. I am frozen in time, frozen in fear, frozen in self-doubt and I question everything I do, every decision I make, every step I take. I need to find a way to free myself from that conflict and let myself blossom.
One beautiful day in Alaska, I was at the beach and this line popped into my head- when I answer the call of myself, I will astound you- I wrote a little more after that and accidentally erased it from my iPod. I tried to re-write what followed the first line but was unsuccessful and so it has been shuffled onto the back burner to simmer until it finds me again. But that sentiment of the first line, I think it's myself I will astound. If I could only answer that call, stand up fearless and proud, confident and ready to face the challenges set before me, then I will be all that I was always told I could be, everything I was told that I was, but couldn't see. The hard thing was that while I was being told I was amazing and special and wonderful beyond belief, I was being shown that it was not true at all.
This seems to be taking a turn for the depressing and that is not my intention at all. Time to go to bed, or go visit with my LS.
Good Night!
Today was a beautiful day here in the sunny North Northwest. The weather was mild and the sun shone down brightly, warmly, but not hotly on everything and everyone. I shared a lovely breakfast with my sister and her family. We went for a glorious walk at the ocean's edge (one of my favorite places to be). We went to an open air market, and while the other grown ups shopped, LS's father-in-law and I sat by the edge of the market and listened to a street musician play guitar, watched children feed pigeons and enjoyed the beautiful weather. We all piled home, where we walked to the market or a few extras, came back and prepared afternoon tea (which is such a nice ritual, but one I rarely partake in) and after relaxing in the backyard for a bit, we made dinner and some of their friends joined us for an early birthday celebration, which we ate outside, under the apple tree. It was so idyllic, a little romantic and, well, straight out of a fairy tale.
Now everyone has gone to bed, and I am up holding myself to this self-imposed obligation. Even though it is just for me, I feel it is really important, because I am so quick to abandon something, especially if I perceive it to be foolish or that others may think it's foolish, and especially if I don't feel like doing it. So I do this as evidence that I am doing it and to prove to myself I will, not that I can, because I know that, but because I will and that is what I am trying to show myself.
I have been talking a bit with LS about some of the childhood troubles that haunt us and analyzing bits here and there. I am so torn about all of that. On one hand I feel like the past is the past and if I choose to embrace my hurts and miseries to my bosom, then that is all I will have, and it is all long behind me. If instead I chose to acknowledge my hurst and move on then I will get out of my life what I take out of it and those people that treated me so poorly, no longer have a hold on my life. I claim it back for myself. The problem lies, in that I am not sure if the hurts have planted little seeds that have grown into baobabs that block my way to taking out of life what I want. Though my reference to baobabs is from "the Little Prince" and he may have been speaking of blowing things out of proportion....wait, maybe it still fits. Part of my conflict lies in that my mother doesn't sincerely acknowledge those hurts, and it makes me question the validity of them. But my heart and spirit tell me that she is wrong, that those hurts are real and that they have affected me in some very profound ways. The disproportion comes when I am so bothered by the conflict, that I cannot separate myself from the memories and the anger, resentment and insecurity those memories bring. I am frozen in time, frozen in fear, frozen in self-doubt and I question everything I do, every decision I make, every step I take. I need to find a way to free myself from that conflict and let myself blossom.
One beautiful day in Alaska, I was at the beach and this line popped into my head- when I answer the call of myself, I will astound you- I wrote a little more after that and accidentally erased it from my iPod. I tried to re-write what followed the first line but was unsuccessful and so it has been shuffled onto the back burner to simmer until it finds me again. But that sentiment of the first line, I think it's myself I will astound. If I could only answer that call, stand up fearless and proud, confident and ready to face the challenges set before me, then I will be all that I was always told I could be, everything I was told that I was, but couldn't see. The hard thing was that while I was being told I was amazing and special and wonderful beyond belief, I was being shown that it was not true at all.
This seems to be taking a turn for the depressing and that is not my intention at all. Time to go to bed, or go visit with my LS.
Good Night!
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| The London Eye |
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| distorts the Savoy |
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Day Twenty, Saturday Nighty Night
The day had such a strange start, I awoke so cranky, I wasn't packed and even though I woke up to the sweetest kisses ever, I felt so odd and strangely out of sorts. The kids did get up, although Primo opted not to join the expedition to the airport. So after searching the house for LS's camera, that I borrowed in June, and cramming all my stuff into a tiny bag, three of us set out to deliver me to fly the friendly skies. The ride down was uneventful, small chit chat, Prima plugged into her phone, listening to music, we hurtled along the freeway until we got to the point where you have to decide if you are going to the International or Domestic Terminal. As we passed under the sign, my heart sank and I blurted out an expletive, TR didn't miss a beat and said in syncopation with me, "you forgot your passport". Oh yes, I had forgotten my passport. We turned around, threaded our way back to the freeway and jetted home. TR got me home to get my passport and back to the airport with enough time to spare that I made it to the gate with 10 minutes before boarding. It was amazing.
The flight was uneventful, I bought a sandwich that left crumbs all over me, which was annoying. I thought the man next to me was crazy cakes, which I noted in my journal, and then he ended up being really sweet to me when we disembarked. I landed before LS was even at the airport to pick me up. She scooped me up and we headed back to do all the same things I do at home. Pick up one person here, drop another one there. We shuttled the passengers to and fro, ran home settled the kids in with her father-in-law, and headed out to a soccer game. The home team won 2-0. It was really fun, the fans were fanatic, yelling, clapping, singing and waving. There was so much beer!
Home after that, dinner and then we watched a movie. It was a sweet movie that tied me to home and my family, which is always comforting. But now I have to try to go to bed without my dear one and my dear ones near, which is always hard. I feel a little homesick and even though I am tired and have a monumental headache, I do not feel like getting in bed at all. There will be no familiar legs to entwine mine with, and no warmth to flop my arm around. No soft, freshly shaven face to nuzzle against, I can't sleep without my BAE. Oh well, I must try, and then I can call first thing in the morning. Good-night Gracie.
The flight was uneventful, I bought a sandwich that left crumbs all over me, which was annoying. I thought the man next to me was crazy cakes, which I noted in my journal, and then he ended up being really sweet to me when we disembarked. I landed before LS was even at the airport to pick me up. She scooped me up and we headed back to do all the same things I do at home. Pick up one person here, drop another one there. We shuttled the passengers to and fro, ran home settled the kids in with her father-in-law, and headed out to a soccer game. The home team won 2-0. It was really fun, the fans were fanatic, yelling, clapping, singing and waving. There was so much beer!
Home after that, dinner and then we watched a movie. It was a sweet movie that tied me to home and my family, which is always comforting. But now I have to try to go to bed without my dear one and my dear ones near, which is always hard. I feel a little homesick and even though I am tired and have a monumental headache, I do not feel like getting in bed at all. There will be no familiar legs to entwine mine with, and no warmth to flop my arm around. No soft, freshly shaven face to nuzzle against, I can't sleep without my BAE. Oh well, I must try, and then I can call first thing in the morning. Good-night Gracie.
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| Sunset on Sardegna |
Friday, October 3, 2014
Day Nineteen, Friday Night
Today felt like a free day, for most of the day. The weather was warm, then HOT and now at 9:15pm, is warm again. The sun felt like it was swinging down on us, falling close enough to singe us. It felt like living through "Comet in Moominland", with the seas getting ready to boil away and the forests withering to matchsticks.
When the weather is so out of the norm, I always feel like it's a holiday or, a free day and today was. With nothing on my task list (besides the normal afternoon pick ups) I was footloose and fancy free. I picked up my girlfriends and we trucked on down to the ferry, where we met another friend and took the ferry to the city. It was a beautiful ride, and after we disembarked, we had grown-up-lady-lunch at a fancy, waterfront restaurant. It was really nice, I felt so relaxed and blessed to have such good friends. We have had these birthday lunches for almost 10 years, other friends have joined and left, moved to our city, moved away, but our lunches have gone on, and as I looked at those friends, I realized that I am luckier than I ever imagined.
Since Friday is Barn Day, Prima and I spent the evening at the barn and this week TR joined us. It was lovely, Prima groomed and saddled up the horse and went arena riding with S. TR and I sat and watched until the flies became unbearable, then we went into the 'lounge' area and read until Prima was done. It was such a pleasant way to spend the evening, up in the woods, watching our daughter engaged in something she really loves and is good at. She looks so at ease in the saddle, getting more and more confident, and more and more comfortable with the horse. I really hope this works well for her.
Tomorrow I will go to see LS, for her birthday, which I am really looking forward to, so the next few entries will be more of a chronicling of my visit, and less of a task accounting. Although my big errand there will be to go talk to the school that Prima will go to.
I must go pack, I do always leave it to the last!
When the weather is so out of the norm, I always feel like it's a holiday or, a free day and today was. With nothing on my task list (besides the normal afternoon pick ups) I was footloose and fancy free. I picked up my girlfriends and we trucked on down to the ferry, where we met another friend and took the ferry to the city. It was a beautiful ride, and after we disembarked, we had grown-up-lady-lunch at a fancy, waterfront restaurant. It was really nice, I felt so relaxed and blessed to have such good friends. We have had these birthday lunches for almost 10 years, other friends have joined and left, moved to our city, moved away, but our lunches have gone on, and as I looked at those friends, I realized that I am luckier than I ever imagined.
Since Friday is Barn Day, Prima and I spent the evening at the barn and this week TR joined us. It was lovely, Prima groomed and saddled up the horse and went arena riding with S. TR and I sat and watched until the flies became unbearable, then we went into the 'lounge' area and read until Prima was done. It was such a pleasant way to spend the evening, up in the woods, watching our daughter engaged in something she really loves and is good at. She looks so at ease in the saddle, getting more and more confident, and more and more comfortable with the horse. I really hope this works well for her.
Tomorrow I will go to see LS, for her birthday, which I am really looking forward to, so the next few entries will be more of a chronicling of my visit, and less of a task accounting. Although my big errand there will be to go talk to the school that Prima will go to.
I must go pack, I do always leave it to the last!
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| These guys say Happy Birthday! |
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Day Eighteen, Third Thursday (Night)
I like the word penultimate. That's it, I like that word, now onto the blog...today was a good day, not monumentally productive, but a good day nonetheless. I feel like the dust exposure from yesterday's cleaning, has caused a huge allergic reaction in me and my eye is swollen and my nose is super stuffy. Also it's that hot October weather, hot ( as I mentioned), dry and still. When the weather is like this I feel I will suffocate from the hot, stillness of the air. I long for humidity and cool breezes whispering against my face.
I was really tired today but in spite of that, I walked around the lake (not the big downtown lake, the little suburban lake) at least 3 times and had a lovely visit (while walking) with a friend. I went home and made breakfast, sat for a bit and decided I would take the day off and rest, My body is clearly telling me something. First the list, then what I really did...
So here's how it all played out: I was tired after breakfast and was fooling around on my phone and had just decided to call it a day when I realized that I really did have to take Primo's phone to be examined. Yesterday it stopped working, the screen became unresponsive to touch, and if I let it go, I will be paying for that phone service while his phone doesn't work, forever. So I got myself together (as together as I could) and away I went. As I was barreling towards my destination I heard a little voice inside my head say "go get your son" so I went to his school, picked him up and took him with me. It was so nice to have some time with him. While we waited for his phone to be repaired, we got birthday presents for the girls and also some for TR. We went and dropped off the donation bags which was right down the street from the coffee joint so we did that too. We swung by the High School, picked up Prima rushed home and then I ran back down to the school to meet TR for dinner and back to school night. It was a whirlwind day but as I have said, a good one and despite being tired, I feel like I got a fair amount done. Enough to go to bed feeling satisfied with myself.
Back to school night was interesting. I do love Prima's school. It is truly a place about educating young artists, and the teachers are so enthusiastic about what they do. More than one of the teachers thanked us parents for entrusting our children to them. Her english teacher sounded like he was/is on a personal mission to create the kind of understanding and safe place for growth that he lacked as a teen. He was so passionate about his role with the children and it all had to do with bringing greater self understanding to them. He is an amazing teacher. All the teachers that we introduced ourselves to as Prima's parents gushed over how much they liked her and what a wonderful student she is. Several of them remarked that she seems to be coming out of her shell. I am glad we went, I really like back to school night there. Maybe I should send the director an email.
After all my silent, internal philosophizing today, I find my brain so tired, all it is thinking now is, 'when is lights out?'. So It will be in a moment, tomorrow I will try to write a bit earlier so I am not so drained. Tomorrow...ladies birthday lunch with three of my oldest and dearest friends. I am a lucky girl, maybe the luckiest!
I was really tired today but in spite of that, I walked around the lake (not the big downtown lake, the little suburban lake) at least 3 times and had a lovely visit (while walking) with a friend. I went home and made breakfast, sat for a bit and decided I would take the day off and rest, My body is clearly telling me something. First the list, then what I really did...
- One thing I love about my kids, they draw pictures, in pencil, of things they like, cut them out and tape them onto things. Like making their own stickers. I love seeing these drawings taped onto their things, school notebooks, journals, and Prima has decorated her guitar that way.
- Primo's phone
- 9:00 walk with L
- Donation station
- Allegra D
- More coffee
- Vitamin run
- Birthday shopping
So here's how it all played out: I was tired after breakfast and was fooling around on my phone and had just decided to call it a day when I realized that I really did have to take Primo's phone to be examined. Yesterday it stopped working, the screen became unresponsive to touch, and if I let it go, I will be paying for that phone service while his phone doesn't work, forever. So I got myself together (as together as I could) and away I went. As I was barreling towards my destination I heard a little voice inside my head say "go get your son" so I went to his school, picked him up and took him with me. It was so nice to have some time with him. While we waited for his phone to be repaired, we got birthday presents for the girls and also some for TR. We went and dropped off the donation bags which was right down the street from the coffee joint so we did that too. We swung by the High School, picked up Prima rushed home and then I ran back down to the school to meet TR for dinner and back to school night. It was a whirlwind day but as I have said, a good one and despite being tired, I feel like I got a fair amount done. Enough to go to bed feeling satisfied with myself.
Back to school night was interesting. I do love Prima's school. It is truly a place about educating young artists, and the teachers are so enthusiastic about what they do. More than one of the teachers thanked us parents for entrusting our children to them. Her english teacher sounded like he was/is on a personal mission to create the kind of understanding and safe place for growth that he lacked as a teen. He was so passionate about his role with the children and it all had to do with bringing greater self understanding to them. He is an amazing teacher. All the teachers that we introduced ourselves to as Prima's parents gushed over how much they liked her and what a wonderful student she is. Several of them remarked that she seems to be coming out of her shell. I am glad we went, I really like back to school night there. Maybe I should send the director an email.
After all my silent, internal philosophizing today, I find my brain so tired, all it is thinking now is, 'when is lights out?'. So It will be in a moment, tomorrow I will try to write a bit earlier so I am not so drained. Tomorrow...ladies birthday lunch with three of my oldest and dearest friends. I am a lucky girl, maybe the luckiest!
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| I can't wait for birthday cake! |
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Day Seventeen, (Not Vegan) Wednesday Night
I can't remember (and I know I could go back and read through, but I'm not) if I mentioned that Prima wanted to have Vegan Wednesdays at our house. Well as today's title indicates, this Wednesday was NOT a vegan Wednesday! It all started (well ended really) when she made herself chicken noodle soup for breakfast, I had totally spaced out the theme of the day and when I started to make an egg for myself, I casually remarked "there goes my vegan Wednesday". The look on her face! Kind of surprised mixed with horror and flabergastedness (if there is such a word, and if not there should be!). I looked at her meal choice and realized she strayed even farther that I had. Needless to say we will be trying again tomorrow because after that, it was off for the day.
I did make a list, but I left it in the car, no really it IS in the car, I took it on errands because I wanted to make sure I followed it. Here's how the first errand of the day went:
I can't remember the order of the errands today, only that I did some and not others and added stuff that wasn't on the list as usual. Grocery shopping and cleaning out the fridge have been kicked to the curb as they always are, meeting CC for lunch AND taking our picnic to the barn to hang out with the horse and his horse friends ( that may be my interpretation, not his), that got done.Taking Prima to find something to wear to the party she was invited to, that got done AND miracle of miracles, the DVDs got put away! That's another thing checked off my to do list that seemed to not go away (now if I could only get my sweaters mended!). When I put them away, I was able to start cleaning up in that area, which I haven't been able to thoroughly clean in ages. I feel so much more relaxed (I misspelled 'relaxed' and auto correct inserted 'elated' which I almost left, because I feel that too!) in the house when it looks clear and clean. It's restful to my spirit.
One funny thing I did today was this: I bought some perfume a while ago that made me nauseous and headachy when I wore it, and it was NOT cheap! I lamented over buying it for months, so when we went shopping today, I took it with me and returned it. The store totally took it back, even though it was opened, used and I didn't have the original packaging. The salesman was so nice about it and recommended another, lighter perfume in the same floral family. When I told him I would think about it, he didn't bat an eyelash, or pressure me at all. He said he totally understood and he'd even make me up a sample so I could make sure I liked it before I bought it. Nice service.
The seasonal blues have caught me in their autumnal grip. I find myself feeling like everyday is the same and a bit hopeless. TR and I have been commiserating about it and I think we came up with some good ideas. It seems that if we know this will happen to us at this time of year, we should plan some kind of events, trips or parties, or something a little different, to change the pace a bit. We are also taking vitamin D and are almost out, and I know that's one of those things I will mean to do and keep forgetting to get it done, so next year I will try to have all my supplies laid in before the autumn melancholy takes a hold of us. I must be feeling a bit better though because we had a dinner date and I noticed myself noticing sweet things that people were doing around me. Like the couple that was having dinner together and clearly expecting a baby, how sweet they were together. And one of the waitresses asked a party of two that had just been seated at a four top if they would move to our table ( we were on our way out) so a larger party could sit at their table. They cheerfully agreed to share. Sometimes it's important for me to see those things so I can remember that not all people are selfish so and sos.
Goodness, I just noticed the time, I had better go to bed, I had a terrible night's sleep last night, I will have a hard time getting up if I don't go to bed now! Goodnight Gracie!
I did make a list, but I left it in the car, no really it IS in the car, I took it on errands because I wanted to make sure I followed it. Here's how the first errand of the day went:
- Get dog food
I can't remember the order of the errands today, only that I did some and not others and added stuff that wasn't on the list as usual. Grocery shopping and cleaning out the fridge have been kicked to the curb as they always are, meeting CC for lunch AND taking our picnic to the barn to hang out with the horse and his horse friends ( that may be my interpretation, not his), that got done.Taking Prima to find something to wear to the party she was invited to, that got done AND miracle of miracles, the DVDs got put away! That's another thing checked off my to do list that seemed to not go away (now if I could only get my sweaters mended!). When I put them away, I was able to start cleaning up in that area, which I haven't been able to thoroughly clean in ages. I feel so much more relaxed (I misspelled 'relaxed' and auto correct inserted 'elated' which I almost left, because I feel that too!) in the house when it looks clear and clean. It's restful to my spirit.
One funny thing I did today was this: I bought some perfume a while ago that made me nauseous and headachy when I wore it, and it was NOT cheap! I lamented over buying it for months, so when we went shopping today, I took it with me and returned it. The store totally took it back, even though it was opened, used and I didn't have the original packaging. The salesman was so nice about it and recommended another, lighter perfume in the same floral family. When I told him I would think about it, he didn't bat an eyelash, or pressure me at all. He said he totally understood and he'd even make me up a sample so I could make sure I liked it before I bought it. Nice service.
The seasonal blues have caught me in their autumnal grip. I find myself feeling like everyday is the same and a bit hopeless. TR and I have been commiserating about it and I think we came up with some good ideas. It seems that if we know this will happen to us at this time of year, we should plan some kind of events, trips or parties, or something a little different, to change the pace a bit. We are also taking vitamin D and are almost out, and I know that's one of those things I will mean to do and keep forgetting to get it done, so next year I will try to have all my supplies laid in before the autumn melancholy takes a hold of us. I must be feeling a bit better though because we had a dinner date and I noticed myself noticing sweet things that people were doing around me. Like the couple that was having dinner together and clearly expecting a baby, how sweet they were together. And one of the waitresses asked a party of two that had just been seated at a four top if they would move to our table ( we were on our way out) so a larger party could sit at their table. They cheerfully agreed to share. Sometimes it's important for me to see those things so I can remember that not all people are selfish so and sos.
Goodness, I just noticed the time, I had better go to bed, I had a terrible night's sleep last night, I will have a hard time getting up if I don't go to bed now! Goodnight Gracie!
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