Wednesday, December 20
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
More beautiful weather.
I talked with Sister E for a while. She talked for fifteen minutes non-stop about how things were going for her, which is fine. She volunteered to help fill Christmas hampers, and told me about the process and how incredible it is to see such a huge amount of food and toys be sorted so quickly and efficiently. Then she talked about the water main being damaged on her street, and the mess the city was making of some of the yards, and how she had to store water.
After 15 solid minutes, I just plain old interrupted her and blurted out "okay, my turn". She seemed confused; "what?". My turn. You know, how my life is going. What I'm doing.
She seemed a little taken back, but let me speak. Finally. So I told her about how Brownie might be experiencing a false pregnancy, and how things are going with River, and us trying to get the contractor to finish the job of our windows.
Then I talked very briefly with Trainwreck. I've been playing phone tag with her for over a week now.
Just like I predicted, she's sold her property with the remaining contents to a guy who is now doing his best to haul it all away, mostly to the dump, and she's MISSING THINGS that she still wanted.
She "forgot" to get her laptop out of the trailer. Her precious laptop that has hundreds and hundreds of family photographs. In reality, who knows if that laptop even works any more, or when the last time was that it was powered up. Why would this not have been one of the IMPORTANT THINGS one would bring with them?
Then she says "I also have no winter clothes, hardly any clothes here at all. He has to let me go back into the house and get some clothes. There's even a beaded dress in there somewhere that I love but I never got to wear.
So, she left behind a laptop with her family photos, and she has no winter clothes. Things that for a normal person, would have been pretty much the FIRST things you'd take with you.
I know what this is. She left important things behind on purpose, so she could manipulate this guy into letting her back in for them, and she will spend more days out there going through everything, filling the car a few more times with things, and maybe she will even pretend she can't find the laptop and has to keep coming back and trying again.
In that time, she will beg him not to throw anything else out, IN CASE HE TOSSES SOMETHING IMPORTANT.
He's likely going to have to threaten her with trespassing, or have some kind of a restraining order against her from entering the property.
I went to see River, and he was in a good mood. Again, no other lessons before or after us, so we got the full attention of R, and our full lesson time.
We worked on how to clean up my body language to make the draw circle distinct from the "away" circle. I have to be very careful in the draw to not put ANY of my energy towards him. Not to direct my shoulders, my core, or my hands at anything in front of his shoulders and to stay "ahead" of him, not angled AT him.
We worked on the pattern a bit, it is the one where we're doing all the circles around pylons and departure to trot from a halt, and a halt later from a canter that will be a challenge.
He did well with the work today, with some good halts from the canter.
Then we worked on how we will progress in training the Spanish Walk this next week.
R is not doing lessons next Wednesday, and hopefully she gets a chance to work with her OWN horses with her break from lessons.
I came home pretty much at the same exact time as my Sweetie. He made supper while I vacuumed.
I put away a lot of the clutter in the dining room area last night, and our "living room" area (two adjoining rooms separated by only an open arch). I want it to look nice for the holidays and to have space to put up the tree.
It's almost the only time we bother to even eat at the dining room table.
I learned that there is actually a name for the whole combination of circumstances that surrounds poverty, when combined with other factors. It is aptly named "Shit Life Syndrome".
From Wikipedia: Shit life syndrome (SLS) is a phrase used by physicians in the United Kingdom and the United States for the effect that a variety of poverty or abuse-induced disorders can have on patients.
It is real. As you all know, I feel like this has been a large factor in my Trainwreck sister's life, and about half of my family. I've also seen it over and over again, and it is brutal for anyone to escape.
I often feel that my own life was headed this way until I met my husband, and being with him provided financial stability, and the space and time to work on myself enough to feel better about myself, and enough nurturing in our relationship that I felt like I had someone who consistently cared about me.
Read the article, it's certainly accurate.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shit_life_syndrome
More beautiful weather.
I talked with Sister E for a while. She talked for fifteen minutes non-stop about how things were going for her, which is fine. She volunteered to help fill Christmas hampers, and told me about the process and how incredible it is to see such a huge amount of food and toys be sorted so quickly and efficiently. Then she talked about the water main being damaged on her street, and the mess the city was making of some of the yards, and how she had to store water.
After 15 solid minutes, I just plain old interrupted her and blurted out "okay, my turn". She seemed confused; "what?". My turn. You know, how my life is going. What I'm doing.
She seemed a little taken back, but let me speak. Finally. So I told her about how Brownie might be experiencing a false pregnancy, and how things are going with River, and us trying to get the contractor to finish the job of our windows.
Then I talked very briefly with Trainwreck. I've been playing phone tag with her for over a week now.
Just like I predicted, she's sold her property with the remaining contents to a guy who is now doing his best to haul it all away, mostly to the dump, and she's MISSING THINGS that she still wanted.
She "forgot" to get her laptop out of the trailer. Her precious laptop that has hundreds and hundreds of family photographs. In reality, who knows if that laptop even works any more, or when the last time was that it was powered up. Why would this not have been one of the IMPORTANT THINGS one would bring with them?
Then she says "I also have no winter clothes, hardly any clothes here at all. He has to let me go back into the house and get some clothes. There's even a beaded dress in there somewhere that I love but I never got to wear.
So, she left behind a laptop with her family photos, and she has no winter clothes. Things that for a normal person, would have been pretty much the FIRST things you'd take with you.
I know what this is. She left important things behind on purpose, so she could manipulate this guy into letting her back in for them, and she will spend more days out there going through everything, filling the car a few more times with things, and maybe she will even pretend she can't find the laptop and has to keep coming back and trying again.
In that time, she will beg him not to throw anything else out, IN CASE HE TOSSES SOMETHING IMPORTANT.
He's likely going to have to threaten her with trespassing, or have some kind of a restraining order against her from entering the property.
I went to see River, and he was in a good mood. Again, no other lessons before or after us, so we got the full attention of R, and our full lesson time.
We worked on how to clean up my body language to make the draw circle distinct from the "away" circle. I have to be very careful in the draw to not put ANY of my energy towards him. Not to direct my shoulders, my core, or my hands at anything in front of his shoulders and to stay "ahead" of him, not angled AT him.
We worked on the pattern a bit, it is the one where we're doing all the circles around pylons and departure to trot from a halt, and a halt later from a canter that will be a challenge.
He did well with the work today, with some good halts from the canter.
Then we worked on how we will progress in training the Spanish Walk this next week.
R is not doing lessons next Wednesday, and hopefully she gets a chance to work with her OWN horses with her break from lessons.
I came home pretty much at the same exact time as my Sweetie. He made supper while I vacuumed.
I put away a lot of the clutter in the dining room area last night, and our "living room" area (two adjoining rooms separated by only an open arch). I want it to look nice for the holidays and to have space to put up the tree.
It's almost the only time we bother to even eat at the dining room table.
I learned that there is actually a name for the whole combination of circumstances that surrounds poverty, when combined with other factors. It is aptly named "Shit Life Syndrome".
From Wikipedia: Shit life syndrome (SLS) is a phrase used by physicians in the United Kingdom and the United States for the effect that a variety of poverty or abuse-induced disorders can have on patients.
It is real. As you all know, I feel like this has been a large factor in my Trainwreck sister's life, and about half of my family. I've also seen it over and over again, and it is brutal for anyone to escape.
I often feel that my own life was headed this way until I met my husband, and being with him provided financial stability, and the space and time to work on myself enough to feel better about myself, and enough nurturing in our relationship that I felt like I had someone who consistently cared about me.
Read the article, it's certainly accurate.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shit_life_syndrome
