Tuesday, November 4

[gottawonder]

Today I am grateful for:

Good sleep.

Settling an issue; when to take the car to the mechanic and how I'm going to do it if my Sweetie is at work. The mechanic says next Monday, and he can give me a ride home so he can keep the car a few days (I can drive the truck until it's return).

I talked with Trainwreck, who still is always looking for another place to live. It's kind of an obsession with her.

She is currently living in an apartment in a Public Housing building, which she dislikes for the lack of a yard or balcony, and the fact that they have checks for things like bedbugs, the fire alarms, and radon.

I said to her that it is a GOOD thing that they are doing these checks, as that means the building is going to be maintained properly. Moving to a privately owned apartment might be more...private, but to be honest, Trainwreck doesn't need privacy, she needs supervision.

I know very well that while these checks are likely required by the authorities since it's a social works thing, BUT, that means that every so often people are coming into her apartment, and are making sure it's not a hoarded up mess. It likely forces her to be aware of how much stuff she has, that there is space to access whatever they need to inspect, that her bed isn't piled with stuff (most of the time she ends up sleeping on either the floor or the couch because she can't access her bed), they make sure the bathroom is functional and not hoarded up so she can't use it, they will be aware of piles of old food and garbage, they will want to see that the kitchen sink functions, that she could get out in a fire or other emergency, that she's not doing drugs or has pets.

My sister doesn't need privacy.

Anyhow, I did my best just to let everything she said about finding another place to live just slide on by. It's not my problem. She also talks a lot, all the time, about all the other places she could live, and yet she's still in public housing.

We also talked about Sister S, who is not doing better with mobility, and is getting pretty depressed about what the future holds for her. Likely being in a wheel chair, if she isn't able to build any strength.

Yet, she's not aggressively pursuing physical therapy, and pushing to get exercises to help with her issues, nor is she trying to build up to walking more by using a walker.

Again, I've had these conversations with her, and if she's not willing to do a lot of work to be more mobile, or is unable to, then I have to let it go and accept her choices.

Then I did chores and cleaned out the truck. We had some summer things in there from kayaking that needed to be put away, and then there's all this crap in there from my husband's terrible habit of just filling whatever vehicle with things he uses but never putting them away again.

He had TWO backpacks in there with whatever, and they've been in there for over a week since he got his car back from the mechanic, so how important were they? There were lawn mower blades that never got put onto the lawn mower. There were piles of paper from everything he's purchased for materials that just gets tossed there, but not filed or thrown out.

When I brought his back packs into the house and tried to hang them on the coat tree, I saw another of his "won't put anything away" habits. We have a ton of fabric shopping bags that he uses as oubliettes. There were a few hanging on the tree with clothes that look like bike jerseys and some other stuff, often this is what he does with the mail too, so now that's four or five bags/backpacks with undealt with stuff in them, just hanging all over the place.

It's a terrible habit he has. He does the same thing with groceries, if I'm not there to unpack them and put them away properly. He just sets things like canned goods in the pantry on the floor, in the grocery bag, and leaves it there.

HE DOESN'T PUT THINGS AWAY.

His other favorite thing to do? Walk into the kitchen and just sets things on the island. Things that belong in the garage, like parts or the mail, or something for a bike.

Then if you tell him to take it out to the garage, he takes it out there, and just sets it on top of his bench or table saw, with the pile of crap he's got sitting there already.

He is a man of piles, and if not piles, then hooks. Hooks are the only thing that will get his stuff off of the floor. They just become vertical piles instead of horizontal ones.

Moving on.

I went to see River, but everything slowed me down, and I ended up being late for my ride time, which turned out fine anyhow because R asked me to stay to act as a "distraction" for the next person's lesson. Her horse needs exposure to other horses and to learn to focus on her person's cues and her own work instead of the other horse.

River and I have done this a few times for this person, and for others.

So we had a normal length session, and today River was still a LITTLE BIT racy in the trot, and a LITTLE anxious when we started, but he did settle a lot better today, and was able to be more relaxed and he yawned and released a few times.

I'm wondering if some of his nervousness was just that I've been using the saddle this week instead of the bareback pad so we could work on equitation, and the bitless bridle instead of the neck rope. Posting instead of sitting the trot.

Anyhow, my Sweetie showed up for my riding session, which is nice.

We came home and he had to change a headlight bulb on his car (but I'm supposed to get the mechanic to do mine next week?) so I made supper.

We chatted for a while before he headed off to bed.

Comments

[ratunderpaper]

Heapers and pilers have this habit because they do not care much about their living conditions.

If someone else cares, they are going to be the one to pick up after and tidy, forever and ever. Unfair, but reality.

[gottawonder]

I can be a heaper and piler too, but I do eventually deal with them. My husband I think, feels that it is a reasonably permanent solution to "putting things away".