Monday, March 17
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
The gift of compartmentalization.
I've been pretty worried about Mom, but I can't sit at home all day and dwell on it. There's literally nothing to be done, and she is being cared for.
Part of me feels strangely about just carrying on, but what else is there?
I am very glad to see a post (in the evening of today) from Sister S that Mom is doing better today as far as pain management, which is a great relief for everyone. S says that Mom might be moved back to the care home where she's been living for her recovery.
I'm a bit surprised by that, but maybe only SO surprised, as the hospital likely needs it's beds.
Trainwreck was calling again today, but I chose not to answer. There's nothing more to be gained by just talking about Mom over and over in a loop. At some point TW needs to just be able to be alone with her thoughts.
I did chores, and headed into town.
I went to pottery, and was very pleased with the three pieces I got back from final glaze firing. They really turned out well! I'm very happy that the teapot that had a small crack in the bottom (surface, didn't go very deep) came out nicely, and the glaze filled in the crack.
I did throw today, working towards another teapot. I don't know...the main body part felt a little floppy. I'll have to see next week, maybe this Saturday if we go to the studio.
I saw the same person who comes in early for the evening class, and chatted with her for a while as I cleaned up.
I saw S, the woman who tries to run everything, as she was coming into the building. Last week when she had her meltdown she mentioned a student of hers was on life support. I was not very sympathetic at the time because I felt like she was trying to use it as a way to manipulate the conversation.
I heard through the grapevine that this person did indeed die (she had cancer, was being treated, but died of influenza, likely from a weakened immune system). I offered S my sincere condolences, which she did accept to her credit, and I meant it.
If she hadn't tossed it into our discussion last week (she was upset about how members of the pottery studio are trying to get more people involved in how things are operated, rather than having one person run everything) like some kind of wrench, meant to derail the conversation.
Then I went to Winner's to return a pair of cute boots. I had bought them a while ago, but never had the chance to actually wear them because it's still sloppy outside. I was trying to pair them with some jeans while I was "making outfits", and the soles were making odd sounds, like I was stepping on pebbles.
I took them off and looked at the soles, and they were literally cracking apart! I had never even worn them!
I took them back today, luckily I still had the receipt, and they refunded me no problem, even though I was probably past the return date. Whew!
The manager says it just happens sometimes with shoes after a while. I thought, man, can you imagine buying these, wearing them for only a couple of years, and having the soles just crumble like that? The soles were this odd plastic-y stuff, that I will try to avoid in the future, because I believe that shoes (especially the kind you might only wear a few times a year) shouldn't fail like that. Fail from being worn right out, sure, but not just crumbling. The uppers were leather, and they seemed like nicer shoes, not cheap crap.
Makes you wonder HOW OLD were those shoes?
Anyhow, I did find a nice, natural rubber yoga mat. I have yoga mats, but the cats have pretty much destroyed them. I will have to be diligent with this one, to keep it where they can't reach it.
Then I got groceries, which I am very grateful for. Some chatting with the checkout person, and the next person in line.
The whole day felt very surreal, as I just feel sort of numb about Mom's health situation, thinking about death and old age in general, and yet committed to trying to live life and enjoy and appreciate what I can.
I came home and my Sweetie had put Dandy back already, helped me put away the groceries. I cooked mostly for myself, and we chatted for a while before he went to sleep.
The gift of compartmentalization.
I've been pretty worried about Mom, but I can't sit at home all day and dwell on it. There's literally nothing to be done, and she is being cared for.
Part of me feels strangely about just carrying on, but what else is there?
I am very glad to see a post (in the evening of today) from Sister S that Mom is doing better today as far as pain management, which is a great relief for everyone. S says that Mom might be moved back to the care home where she's been living for her recovery.
I'm a bit surprised by that, but maybe only SO surprised, as the hospital likely needs it's beds.
Trainwreck was calling again today, but I chose not to answer. There's nothing more to be gained by just talking about Mom over and over in a loop. At some point TW needs to just be able to be alone with her thoughts.
I did chores, and headed into town.
I went to pottery, and was very pleased with the three pieces I got back from final glaze firing. They really turned out well! I'm very happy that the teapot that had a small crack in the bottom (surface, didn't go very deep) came out nicely, and the glaze filled in the crack.
I did throw today, working towards another teapot. I don't know...the main body part felt a little floppy. I'll have to see next week, maybe this Saturday if we go to the studio.
I saw the same person who comes in early for the evening class, and chatted with her for a while as I cleaned up.
I saw S, the woman who tries to run everything, as she was coming into the building. Last week when she had her meltdown she mentioned a student of hers was on life support. I was not very sympathetic at the time because I felt like she was trying to use it as a way to manipulate the conversation.
I heard through the grapevine that this person did indeed die (she had cancer, was being treated, but died of influenza, likely from a weakened immune system). I offered S my sincere condolences, which she did accept to her credit, and I meant it.
If she hadn't tossed it into our discussion last week (she was upset about how members of the pottery studio are trying to get more people involved in how things are operated, rather than having one person run everything) like some kind of wrench, meant to derail the conversation.
Then I went to Winner's to return a pair of cute boots. I had bought them a while ago, but never had the chance to actually wear them because it's still sloppy outside. I was trying to pair them with some jeans while I was "making outfits", and the soles were making odd sounds, like I was stepping on pebbles.
I took them off and looked at the soles, and they were literally cracking apart! I had never even worn them!
I took them back today, luckily I still had the receipt, and they refunded me no problem, even though I was probably past the return date. Whew!
The manager says it just happens sometimes with shoes after a while. I thought, man, can you imagine buying these, wearing them for only a couple of years, and having the soles just crumble like that? The soles were this odd plastic-y stuff, that I will try to avoid in the future, because I believe that shoes (especially the kind you might only wear a few times a year) shouldn't fail like that. Fail from being worn right out, sure, but not just crumbling. The uppers were leather, and they seemed like nicer shoes, not cheap crap.
Makes you wonder HOW OLD were those shoes?
Anyhow, I did find a nice, natural rubber yoga mat. I have yoga mats, but the cats have pretty much destroyed them. I will have to be diligent with this one, to keep it where they can't reach it.
Then I got groceries, which I am very grateful for. Some chatting with the checkout person, and the next person in line.
The whole day felt very surreal, as I just feel sort of numb about Mom's health situation, thinking about death and old age in general, and yet committed to trying to live life and enjoy and appreciate what I can.
I came home and my Sweetie had put Dandy back already, helped me put away the groceries. I cooked mostly for myself, and we chatted for a while before he went to sleep.
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Date: 2025-03-19 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-19 06:47 am (UTC)It's beside a hospital, so if they need, she can go there. They could take her back to the bigger hospital by ambulance, if necessary.