Wednesday, September 30

Today I am grateful for:

More sunshine. We're having a much better autumn so far than we had for spring this year.

Having decent sleep lately.

A good phone conversation with my train wreck sister. She's hopefully going to sell/trade a couple of big, old, expensive to run vehicles for something newer and cheaper on fuel. Her deceased partner was a mechanic, so he could keep all these old beasts running, and you had to have a whole bunch of them to make sure you had one or two that were running. She can't live like that anymore.

I really happy that one of my grand-nieces (one of train wreck sister's grand children) has gone to Toronto to chase her dream of being an architect. I don't know if she'll make it, I suppose no one does when they start out, but I am really proud that she's trying, and not listening to everyone who says she can't do it. If nothing else, she managed to save money from her high school job to get her to Toronto, she found a place to live (a family member on her grandfather's side), and she's working. That's a lot more than I ever thought she would manage to do. Keep in mind that she's only lived in tiny little shithole towns in the middle of nowhere, and it's not easy to go from that to living in a huge city. I'm proud of her just for getting this far.

Managing to get some laundry done and put away, washed the dishes and my sweetie put them away, swept the floor and got the area rug in place and took the carpet remnant outside, changed the sheets, and dug some more potatoes and carrots. Funny thing, is that if I don't clean the house because of my hurt leg, somehow "no one else does" either. It seems like he will help if I lead the way, but it doesn't happen if I'm not there beside him.

I know he's still working on the addition, but for a few days he could manage to wash a sink of dishes or throw in a load of laundry. I have to do that, because most of my life is working on the house or yard right beside him, and I still have to take care of the animals and the house.

Yesterday I hauled the over-full recycling bin and compost bin out to their appropriate destinations too. My husband had several days at home in a row, knew we would need groceries and in particular that he would need food for work lunches, and yet instead of making a run to get food the last day before going back to work, just looked at me blankly, like "so, you're going to get food, right?" Yes, I will manage to do all the work I normally do, on my horribly bruised and swollen ankle, and I will be strong like ox.

I'm feeling a lot better, but I still resent the feeling that I "have to get better real quick" and work again.

I am grateful that my sweetie keeps chipping away at the house, fitting in an hour or two before going to work, and that he has been helping with feeding the animals.

So, tonight I just took care of myself. I had a long soak in the tub, then a long nap.

I am grateful for all my little furry sweethearts, for snuggling up with me and purring the stress away, and for Roxy making happy little noises as she rolls around on the rug.