Monday, October 23
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
That my Sweetie is home, and his help in general has made me feel a little less stressed out about going into winter.
Today we got snow. It's a little early, but not unheard of to get it right now.
I put blankets on the old mares, and put the heater in the water tank for the ponies/goats (the mares have a heated automatic waterer).
We went to pottery together, which was nice. My husband did some extra cleaning underneath the pottery wheels inside the housing, as his volunteer requirement.
Some of my pieces were finished, and I am very happy with them.
I kind of coached my friend on a technique that I used to decorate one of my pieces, and hopefully she gets something she likes.
It was a fun night, lots of chatter and socializing.
I did some trimming of pieces that I threw a while ago (they have to be leather hard to trim to the final desired state), I threw one good-sized bowl, and my Sweetie also threw a bowl.
We got groceries.
We came home and watched more Breaking Bad.
My Sweetie wasn't instantly ready to fall asleep, and since he hasn't been working terribly hard the last few days, he wasn't physically exhausted.
We ended up just talking for quite some time, oddly enough about old relationships and their disappointments, and how the wholeness of dating was such a painful mystery with many things left unresolved. It sounds depressing, but it was actually a very good conversation.
My husband doesn't often talk a lot about feelings or personal thoughts, and I actually liked that he was so open about everything.
I appreciated that he listened to me, as well. It's not like we have too many close friends that we can really open up to about things like this, and if it's tough for me to find friends I can talk with, it must be almost impossible for a man to find a friend to talk to about personal feelings.
I learned about the "Irish Bank Strike" of 1970, and how the economy kept afloat largely by the community continuing to conduct business by writing checks to each other as currency to be paid when the banks functioned again.
Networks of people and businesses who knew each other and trusted each other's word were able to keep things going for several months before the banks were fully operating again.
https://www.beervanablog.com/beervana/2017/9/18/when-pubs-briefly-replaced-banks
There was more than one bank strike.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_bank_strikes_(1966%E2%80%931976)
That my Sweetie is home, and his help in general has made me feel a little less stressed out about going into winter.
Today we got snow. It's a little early, but not unheard of to get it right now.
I put blankets on the old mares, and put the heater in the water tank for the ponies/goats (the mares have a heated automatic waterer).
We went to pottery together, which was nice. My husband did some extra cleaning underneath the pottery wheels inside the housing, as his volunteer requirement.
Some of my pieces were finished, and I am very happy with them.
I kind of coached my friend on a technique that I used to decorate one of my pieces, and hopefully she gets something she likes.
It was a fun night, lots of chatter and socializing.
I did some trimming of pieces that I threw a while ago (they have to be leather hard to trim to the final desired state), I threw one good-sized bowl, and my Sweetie also threw a bowl.
We got groceries.
We came home and watched more Breaking Bad.
My Sweetie wasn't instantly ready to fall asleep, and since he hasn't been working terribly hard the last few days, he wasn't physically exhausted.
We ended up just talking for quite some time, oddly enough about old relationships and their disappointments, and how the wholeness of dating was such a painful mystery with many things left unresolved. It sounds depressing, but it was actually a very good conversation.
My husband doesn't often talk a lot about feelings or personal thoughts, and I actually liked that he was so open about everything.
I appreciated that he listened to me, as well. It's not like we have too many close friends that we can really open up to about things like this, and if it's tough for me to find friends I can talk with, it must be almost impossible for a man to find a friend to talk to about personal feelings.
I learned about the "Irish Bank Strike" of 1970, and how the economy kept afloat largely by the community continuing to conduct business by writing checks to each other as currency to be paid when the banks functioned again.
Networks of people and businesses who knew each other and trusted each other's word were able to keep things going for several months before the banks were fully operating again.
https://www.beervanablog.com/beervana/2017/9/18/when-pubs-briefly-replaced-banks
There was more than one bank strike.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_bank_strikes_(1966%E2%80%931976)
