Monday, October 25
Oct. 26th, 2021 02:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Getting my little car dropped off at our mechanic's place so I can get winter tires put on.
My sweetie moving a pile of lumber into the basement that we will need for continued work down there.
That he also finished washing a pail of carrots so he could take them to work with him.
A brief phone conversation with my Mom, and she sounded alert even though it's still obvious that she has no short term memory. So far, everyone in my family seems to think that she's doing well at the hospital.
I'm bummed out about my husband going back to work again for ten days (that's his normal shift when he goes away to work, ten days on, four off). The last few days have been nice having him home, things felt like they were getting done again, and it's just nice being with someone.
I'm also bummed that we don't really have trick or treaters out where we are. We live in a rural area, out in the country, and we just don't know anyone with little kids, and kids don't come out from town. My sweetie will have trick or treaters at his place at work, and it's nice, but also highlights that I will be alone and also not really be doing Halloween.
I have been looking for a few things lately that I just can't seem to find. Things relating to my painting and my crafts. It's possible that they are still in storage out in the sea can, but it's bothering me to be three years into this project and still not be able to store things in such a way that they can be found.
I did a bit of cleaning.
I watched two videos (incomplete) of Hoarders, and that shit is terrifying. I feel so awful for these people, because you know that they must be just broken inside to ever live that way. It isn't so different from my Trainwreck sister, who has been a hoarder her whole life, and while not quite as dirty as the ones on t.v, it isn't great. She has had to move a lot in her life, and every time it is absolutely traumatic, and the family has tried to help her, but now everyone is just past the point of being willing/able to do it any more. She is trapped by her stuff now, because she is living in a run down trailer in the middle of a ghost town, and she would be better off in town in an apartment but she could not live in an apartment without hoarding it and getting evicted. She will likely just live there until either a health crisis or a complete disaster force her to walk away from it.
I understand the impulses behind having too much stuff. I struggle all the time with making myself part with things, to throw out things that are not usable anymore, and to keep things clean even if they are cluttered.
Does anyone else at some point realize how absolutely ridiculously young Stevie Nicks was when she joined Fleetwood Mac? Like, BARELY 18. It's creepy to listen to some of their songs knowing that.
Getting my little car dropped off at our mechanic's place so I can get winter tires put on.
My sweetie moving a pile of lumber into the basement that we will need for continued work down there.
That he also finished washing a pail of carrots so he could take them to work with him.
A brief phone conversation with my Mom, and she sounded alert even though it's still obvious that she has no short term memory. So far, everyone in my family seems to think that she's doing well at the hospital.
I'm bummed out about my husband going back to work again for ten days (that's his normal shift when he goes away to work, ten days on, four off). The last few days have been nice having him home, things felt like they were getting done again, and it's just nice being with someone.
I'm also bummed that we don't really have trick or treaters out where we are. We live in a rural area, out in the country, and we just don't know anyone with little kids, and kids don't come out from town. My sweetie will have trick or treaters at his place at work, and it's nice, but also highlights that I will be alone and also not really be doing Halloween.
I have been looking for a few things lately that I just can't seem to find. Things relating to my painting and my crafts. It's possible that they are still in storage out in the sea can, but it's bothering me to be three years into this project and still not be able to store things in such a way that they can be found.
I did a bit of cleaning.
I watched two videos (incomplete) of Hoarders, and that shit is terrifying. I feel so awful for these people, because you know that they must be just broken inside to ever live that way. It isn't so different from my Trainwreck sister, who has been a hoarder her whole life, and while not quite as dirty as the ones on t.v, it isn't great. She has had to move a lot in her life, and every time it is absolutely traumatic, and the family has tried to help her, but now everyone is just past the point of being willing/able to do it any more. She is trapped by her stuff now, because she is living in a run down trailer in the middle of a ghost town, and she would be better off in town in an apartment but she could not live in an apartment without hoarding it and getting evicted. She will likely just live there until either a health crisis or a complete disaster force her to walk away from it.
I understand the impulses behind having too much stuff. I struggle all the time with making myself part with things, to throw out things that are not usable anymore, and to keep things clean even if they are cluttered.
Does anyone else at some point realize how absolutely ridiculously young Stevie Nicks was when she joined Fleetwood Mac? Like, BARELY 18. It's creepy to listen to some of their songs knowing that.
