Tuesday, April 15
Apr. 15th, 2025 11:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
The life we have here, on our acreage with our animals. For all the decisions I have made over the years that add up to me being okay for health and having interesting things to do with my time. For having a decent attitude most of the time that is overall optimistic, and looking for ways to stay engaged with the world.
I did speak with Trainwreck today, and for the moment she sounded sober. When she is "trying" she talks about things that need to get done, like getting her glasses updated, or cleaning her place, and so on.
Yet, she is still hung up on weird things, like a very old truck she still has from her partner's death. It doesn't run, though I suppose it could. It's got a lot of rust and couldn't pass a safety, and so on. She seems fixated on it being worth "a lot of money", and even though her mechanic son was really trying to sell it to one of his friends, for her it wasn't enough money. So she left it parked "with a friend", who was supposed to try and sell it for her (he wanted to buy it, but didn't have the money, so what he's really doing is leaving it parked in a field where no one can see it, hoping she'll eventually just give it to him).
If she had let her son sell it, she would have had some money, it would be dealt with. Instead, it's likely worth a lot less now, and has become another unfinished piece of business.
This is the kind of thing she does over and over again. Thinking things are "worth a lot of money" and refusing to part with them, until they are ruined and truly worthless.
At least she sounds sober. For the moment.
I tried talking to Mom, but the last while she just sounds weepy and not that interested in talking at all. It makes me wonder if she's in pain from the surgery, yet she never says anything about being in pain. Just being unhappy.
I did chores, after cleaning up the kitchen and doing dishes and some laundry.
Then I went to see River. He was pokey, his breathing wasn't great, but we did work on the pole picking pattern and he did well with that.
Then we did our groundwork, and he was good with the yields and such.
We were able to ride in the outdoor arena for the first time this Spring. I didn't ask a lot of him, just walked around and enjoyed the sounds of the right next door neighbors riding their quads in circles with their two German Shepherds barking madly the entire time behind them. I guess that's what they do for fun, all day long apparently.
At least the sound/madness from next door doesn't seem to bother River much. He's probably very used to it by now.
I came home, and returned Dandy (after moving his massive forelock enough to find his cute little face and kiss him).
My Sweetie made supper and we watched an episode of "Fringe", which seems to endlessly be "super weird thing happens, people generally die horribly, things happen in the lab, they generally save one person's life, and everything keeps pointing to some evil conspiracy group that somehow can't be nailed down. With psychedelics usually, or a cow being involved.
My Sweetie is going to visit his family after work tomorrow. It will be quite a drive. He's planning to stay over the weekend for Easter/early birthday celebrations.
The life we have here, on our acreage with our animals. For all the decisions I have made over the years that add up to me being okay for health and having interesting things to do with my time. For having a decent attitude most of the time that is overall optimistic, and looking for ways to stay engaged with the world.
I did speak with Trainwreck today, and for the moment she sounded sober. When she is "trying" she talks about things that need to get done, like getting her glasses updated, or cleaning her place, and so on.
Yet, she is still hung up on weird things, like a very old truck she still has from her partner's death. It doesn't run, though I suppose it could. It's got a lot of rust and couldn't pass a safety, and so on. She seems fixated on it being worth "a lot of money", and even though her mechanic son was really trying to sell it to one of his friends, for her it wasn't enough money. So she left it parked "with a friend", who was supposed to try and sell it for her (he wanted to buy it, but didn't have the money, so what he's really doing is leaving it parked in a field where no one can see it, hoping she'll eventually just give it to him).
If she had let her son sell it, she would have had some money, it would be dealt with. Instead, it's likely worth a lot less now, and has become another unfinished piece of business.
This is the kind of thing she does over and over again. Thinking things are "worth a lot of money" and refusing to part with them, until they are ruined and truly worthless.
At least she sounds sober. For the moment.
I tried talking to Mom, but the last while she just sounds weepy and not that interested in talking at all. It makes me wonder if she's in pain from the surgery, yet she never says anything about being in pain. Just being unhappy.
I did chores, after cleaning up the kitchen and doing dishes and some laundry.
Then I went to see River. He was pokey, his breathing wasn't great, but we did work on the pole picking pattern and he did well with that.
Then we did our groundwork, and he was good with the yields and such.
We were able to ride in the outdoor arena for the first time this Spring. I didn't ask a lot of him, just walked around and enjoyed the sounds of the right next door neighbors riding their quads in circles with their two German Shepherds barking madly the entire time behind them. I guess that's what they do for fun, all day long apparently.
At least the sound/madness from next door doesn't seem to bother River much. He's probably very used to it by now.
I came home, and returned Dandy (after moving his massive forelock enough to find his cute little face and kiss him).
My Sweetie made supper and we watched an episode of "Fringe", which seems to endlessly be "super weird thing happens, people generally die horribly, things happen in the lab, they generally save one person's life, and everything keeps pointing to some evil conspiracy group that somehow can't be nailed down. With psychedelics usually, or a cow being involved.
My Sweetie is going to visit his family after work tomorrow. It will be quite a drive. He's planning to stay over the weekend for Easter/early birthday celebrations.
