Tuesday, January 13
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Good sleep.
No need to rush into the day.
I did speak to sisters today, and it left me wondering why I do this to myself, other than a need to feel like I have family.
I suppose sometimes they're nice to talk to. It makes me feel a little less alone in the world. They're frustrating too, but maybe we all are.
Trainwreck was annoyed because her building management had another (regularly scheduled) bed bug check. Apparently they use a small dog to do this.
It annoys her because she has to pick up all her garbage and any food that might distract the dog, and have her bed and sofa cleared. For most people this is just "normal way to live" but it means she has to clean things up a bit. I do think it's good for her to have SOMETHING that makes her aware of her living conditions. Even if that makes me seem a bit judgemental.
She then went on to talk about something she saw on the news, about a person who had died and left a whole bunch of cats...etc. We know how animal hoarding goes. Anyhow, Trainwreck was all like "How does anyone let something like that happen?".
I was struck dumb by her saying that, as if she herself wasn't an animal hoarder. She had something like eleven dogs that lived on chains on her acreage, with little shelter in the coldest parts of a Canadian winter, and these were short haired dogs. She had a herd of horses that were all grade animals that were either not broke in any way and/or lame to some degree, and she was BREEDING THEM, and selling most of the offspring for meat because not many people were interested in them for anything else. She is the kind of person who can have ONE cat and it seems like she's a hoarder, because it ends up crapping all over her house because she doesn't change the litter box and her house was full of nice, soft, piles of clothes and blankets.
Then I spoke with Sister E, who was talking about having me in her list of contacts, etc., and it became clear to me that she thought I had taken my husband's last name and has been thinking of me for over twenty years as Mrs. soandso, instead of our family name which I never changed.
She was surprised when I told her that I never changed my name, because she thought you HAD TO in order to be married.
This is a pretty feminist person that I didn't think was living under a rock her whole life. It's been legal since the 1970's to keep your birth name as a woman if you get married.
I talked with Sister S in the evening after I got back from riding, because I had trouble figuring out why I hadn't received my copy of Mom's will as an email (turns out it was in the spam file, which I should have checked).
She asked how I was doing (nice of her), and I told her we were very near to the point of being able to throw in our studio, and the next stage was using the kiln.
At that point, she asks some VERY POINTED questions about the safety of the kiln, and did I know it would affect our insurance, and so on, as if we were just idiots putting a tin can in our basement to fire.
We have it in a building forty feet or more from the house, with the correct electrical wiring and breaker. It won't affect our house insurance because we are not going to change our coverage to include the upgrades (too much bother) and it's an outbuilding, not our house.
I know she probably knows very little about pottery kilns, and yet I felt like I had to defend my choices. I told her that our friend D had this kiln in her basement for the last 20 years, and fired it often. That our pottery studio has two kilns in a room within a senior's residence, and the place we fired before was part of a public building with a daycare right next to it.
I told her that it's not uncommon at all for people to privately own and operate kilns.
That said, I was tired of feeling like she was treating me like either a child or an idiot. A silly dreamer perhaps.
I am very aware that a kiln is a serious piece of equipment, and yet so is an oven or a furnace.
Anyhow, what a day for frustrating conversations.
I did go see River, and it was a very good session. No fireworks today! He was pretty focused with good energy, and he was not pulling today to the right under saddle.
It was very warm again today, and wonderful for us to work.
I came home and my Sweetie had supper ready.
We ate and chatted about our day and he went to bed.
Good sleep.
No need to rush into the day.
I did speak to sisters today, and it left me wondering why I do this to myself, other than a need to feel like I have family.
I suppose sometimes they're nice to talk to. It makes me feel a little less alone in the world. They're frustrating too, but maybe we all are.
Trainwreck was annoyed because her building management had another (regularly scheduled) bed bug check. Apparently they use a small dog to do this.
It annoys her because she has to pick up all her garbage and any food that might distract the dog, and have her bed and sofa cleared. For most people this is just "normal way to live" but it means she has to clean things up a bit. I do think it's good for her to have SOMETHING that makes her aware of her living conditions. Even if that makes me seem a bit judgemental.
She then went on to talk about something she saw on the news, about a person who had died and left a whole bunch of cats...etc. We know how animal hoarding goes. Anyhow, Trainwreck was all like "How does anyone let something like that happen?".
I was struck dumb by her saying that, as if she herself wasn't an animal hoarder. She had something like eleven dogs that lived on chains on her acreage, with little shelter in the coldest parts of a Canadian winter, and these were short haired dogs. She had a herd of horses that were all grade animals that were either not broke in any way and/or lame to some degree, and she was BREEDING THEM, and selling most of the offspring for meat because not many people were interested in them for anything else. She is the kind of person who can have ONE cat and it seems like she's a hoarder, because it ends up crapping all over her house because she doesn't change the litter box and her house was full of nice, soft, piles of clothes and blankets.
Then I spoke with Sister E, who was talking about having me in her list of contacts, etc., and it became clear to me that she thought I had taken my husband's last name and has been thinking of me for over twenty years as Mrs. soandso, instead of our family name which I never changed.
She was surprised when I told her that I never changed my name, because she thought you HAD TO in order to be married.
This is a pretty feminist person that I didn't think was living under a rock her whole life. It's been legal since the 1970's to keep your birth name as a woman if you get married.
I talked with Sister S in the evening after I got back from riding, because I had trouble figuring out why I hadn't received my copy of Mom's will as an email (turns out it was in the spam file, which I should have checked).
She asked how I was doing (nice of her), and I told her we were very near to the point of being able to throw in our studio, and the next stage was using the kiln.
At that point, she asks some VERY POINTED questions about the safety of the kiln, and did I know it would affect our insurance, and so on, as if we were just idiots putting a tin can in our basement to fire.
We have it in a building forty feet or more from the house, with the correct electrical wiring and breaker. It won't affect our house insurance because we are not going to change our coverage to include the upgrades (too much bother) and it's an outbuilding, not our house.
I know she probably knows very little about pottery kilns, and yet I felt like I had to defend my choices. I told her that our friend D had this kiln in her basement for the last 20 years, and fired it often. That our pottery studio has two kilns in a room within a senior's residence, and the place we fired before was part of a public building with a daycare right next to it.
I told her that it's not uncommon at all for people to privately own and operate kilns.
That said, I was tired of feeling like she was treating me like either a child or an idiot. A silly dreamer perhaps.
I am very aware that a kiln is a serious piece of equipment, and yet so is an oven or a furnace.
Anyhow, what a day for frustrating conversations.
I did go see River, and it was a very good session. No fireworks today! He was pretty focused with good energy, and he was not pulling today to the right under saddle.
It was very warm again today, and wonderful for us to work.
I came home and my Sweetie had supper ready.
We ate and chatted about our day and he went to bed.
