Thursday, September 25
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Good sleep, no pressure to go anywhere today, so I stayed home.
I talked with friend D from pottery, and talked for quite a while. We talked a lot about pottery politics, and how we hope to neutralize the toxicity of that one woman who is trying a hostile takeover, much to our bewilderment.
D is also caring for her two elderly parents, and that is becoming a real strain for her. Her siblings don't help much, partly from not living near the parents, partly from disinterest. D is doing everything from taking care of small day to day things, to taking them to doctor's appointments, keeping track of their finances and medications and on and on. Even on days when she isn't actively doing something for them, there is the simple mental weight of being their caregiver.
There isn't a lot I can do to help, but at least I listened empathetically.
Then Trainwreck called, and it was okay. No drama today, thankfully. We talked a lot about kind of nothing, and she told me that her ex did die on Monday, and no elaboration on the cause. She talked about how her sons are busy now with dealing with the contents of his house (maybe too soon? They don't legally have the title to the house yet? Whatever) and with just coping with another loss.
She herself really wants to be "somewhere else" again. I do understand not being happy in a small suite that is subsidized housing, therefore not anything much more than a shelter. She wants some kind of balcony or access to a patio or something, and I get it, but in many ways she is fortunate to be where she is. She can afford it, and it's decent enough, and it's close to her sons.
She is a hoarder, and living in a small place means it is probably packed already and she really can't buy anything new, BUT, being in a cramped space won't be fixed by having a bigger place. I've seen every place she's ever lived, and it didn't matter when she had a two storey farm house with a full basement, it was so full you couldn't walk in it. She had a good sized trailer with a GIANT INDUSTRIAL GARAGE and she filled that place too. FILLED IT.
She can do that in about five years in one place, even after abandoning/burning everything she owned at the last place.
I'm sure her current suite was packed as soon as she moved in, but it really doesn't matter. She just has to accept that it has nothing to do with the size of the space she has, but her tendency to fill it.
She has to realize, that if she left this place, she might not be able to easily get back in if other housing didn't work out for her.
She might have to try to make the best of it.
I am glad though that she called, and that it wasn't dramatic, and we didn't get into the whole issue of whether or not her ex's death was legal assistance or some hand shake deal with the doctor. I just worried about her telling people it was something shady, and getting people in trouble.
I didn't do a lot today, I just felt kind of run down. I am just sick enough that I'm tired and a bit congested, but not awful.
I let everyone out into their pastures, though I should have done it earlier to keep their feeding schedule on track.
While they were grazing, I painted some more in the pottery studio. The frame in the roof. I got a fair amount done. I'll be happy to be done with that at some point, it's tedious.
When my Sweetie got home, we fed the outside animals, and we took my car to the mechanic's so we could pick his car up. He was getting new tires.
When we got back, we worked with Dandy. With his help, we did more training with the cart shafts around him, but in such a way that he could be released if he panicked.
Dandy did a bit better with the cart today, not as worried. He was able to relax his ears a bit and wasn't as busy with his mouth as he was yesterday. The cart is strange, but I'm doing my best to make it something that isn't going to hurt him or be stressful. He got lots of praise and breaks.
We finished up with a bit of Liberty work, and you could tell he wasn't trying to dump a bunch of stress today.
Then we came in, ate, and watched "The Iron Claw", a wrestling movie with Zac Efron. It is about the Von Erich family who were wrestlers in the '80's. It was a pretty sad tale, I didn't know much about them, maybe it would have been more meaningful to me if I had been a fan of their work.
All I could think was how bad Zac looked. Like long forgotten beef jerky with a mullet. I hope he doesn't look like that in real life. I mean, I know he can change his hair, but his face, his skin! He isn't even forty yet, and he looked DRYYYYYY.
Good sleep, no pressure to go anywhere today, so I stayed home.
I talked with friend D from pottery, and talked for quite a while. We talked a lot about pottery politics, and how we hope to neutralize the toxicity of that one woman who is trying a hostile takeover, much to our bewilderment.
D is also caring for her two elderly parents, and that is becoming a real strain for her. Her siblings don't help much, partly from not living near the parents, partly from disinterest. D is doing everything from taking care of small day to day things, to taking them to doctor's appointments, keeping track of their finances and medications and on and on. Even on days when she isn't actively doing something for them, there is the simple mental weight of being their caregiver.
There isn't a lot I can do to help, but at least I listened empathetically.
Then Trainwreck called, and it was okay. No drama today, thankfully. We talked a lot about kind of nothing, and she told me that her ex did die on Monday, and no elaboration on the cause. She talked about how her sons are busy now with dealing with the contents of his house (maybe too soon? They don't legally have the title to the house yet? Whatever) and with just coping with another loss.
She herself really wants to be "somewhere else" again. I do understand not being happy in a small suite that is subsidized housing, therefore not anything much more than a shelter. She wants some kind of balcony or access to a patio or something, and I get it, but in many ways she is fortunate to be where she is. She can afford it, and it's decent enough, and it's close to her sons.
She is a hoarder, and living in a small place means it is probably packed already and she really can't buy anything new, BUT, being in a cramped space won't be fixed by having a bigger place. I've seen every place she's ever lived, and it didn't matter when she had a two storey farm house with a full basement, it was so full you couldn't walk in it. She had a good sized trailer with a GIANT INDUSTRIAL GARAGE and she filled that place too. FILLED IT.
She can do that in about five years in one place, even after abandoning/burning everything she owned at the last place.
I'm sure her current suite was packed as soon as she moved in, but it really doesn't matter. She just has to accept that it has nothing to do with the size of the space she has, but her tendency to fill it.
She has to realize, that if she left this place, she might not be able to easily get back in if other housing didn't work out for her.
She might have to try to make the best of it.
I am glad though that she called, and that it wasn't dramatic, and we didn't get into the whole issue of whether or not her ex's death was legal assistance or some hand shake deal with the doctor. I just worried about her telling people it was something shady, and getting people in trouble.
I didn't do a lot today, I just felt kind of run down. I am just sick enough that I'm tired and a bit congested, but not awful.
I let everyone out into their pastures, though I should have done it earlier to keep their feeding schedule on track.
While they were grazing, I painted some more in the pottery studio. The frame in the roof. I got a fair amount done. I'll be happy to be done with that at some point, it's tedious.
When my Sweetie got home, we fed the outside animals, and we took my car to the mechanic's so we could pick his car up. He was getting new tires.
When we got back, we worked with Dandy. With his help, we did more training with the cart shafts around him, but in such a way that he could be released if he panicked.
Dandy did a bit better with the cart today, not as worried. He was able to relax his ears a bit and wasn't as busy with his mouth as he was yesterday. The cart is strange, but I'm doing my best to make it something that isn't going to hurt him or be stressful. He got lots of praise and breaks.
We finished up with a bit of Liberty work, and you could tell he wasn't trying to dump a bunch of stress today.
Then we came in, ate, and watched "The Iron Claw", a wrestling movie with Zac Efron. It is about the Von Erich family who were wrestlers in the '80's. It was a pretty sad tale, I didn't know much about them, maybe it would have been more meaningful to me if I had been a fan of their work.
All I could think was how bad Zac looked. Like long forgotten beef jerky with a mullet. I hope he doesn't look like that in real life. I mean, I know he can change his hair, but his face, his skin! He isn't even forty yet, and he looked DRYYYYYY.
