Weekender Thread 19 - 23rdJuly 2018
STD, it took me a while to let go of "stuff" of my parents' when they died.
Thank God I lived 3500 miles away from them and that made it problematic for me to bring any more home than I could fit in one pickup truck load. But I packed that thing full-up - and my place is teensy and was already full enough. I moved piles around for...a while.
I know you know this, but drinking wouldn't solve it.
Soldier on, my friend. Git 'er done. Stressful, though.
Thank God I lived 3500 miles away from them and that made it problematic for me to bring any more home than I could fit in one pickup truck load. But I packed that thing full-up - and my place is teensy and was already full enough. I moved piles around for...a while.
I know you know this, but drinking wouldn't solve it.
Soldier on, my friend. Git 'er done. Stressful, though.
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It's 31C here and 39% humidity. Not too bad. I used to struggle with temperatures above 25C but then I lived somewhere for 3 years where during summer the temperatures would go up to around 38-40C (around 100F) for a period of 2-3 weeks or so. Since then I am okay with the hot weather.
But I don't care much about the weather today because I just received 3 new jigsaw puzzles in the mail today!! Woooohooo!
Support to you too PJ, I hope you get enough good sleep while being so busy!
Feel better soon STDragon!
But I don't care much about the weather today because I just received 3 new jigsaw puzzles in the mail today!! Woooohooo!
Support to you too PJ, I hope you get enough good sleep while being so busy!
Feel better soon STDragon!
I dunno....programming heroes? It was pretty magical.
Lovely to see you petals.
Greetings, all. I have missed you.
I can finally see out of my right eye again so typing is much easier. The lesion under my eye is healing but still looks dreadful - I would probably scare young children and other innocents on the street.
Dragon, I hope that you are feeling better. It is hard to see my happy friend sad. Love to you, my friend.
Dragon, when my Mom died, it took ages to go through my Mom’s things/make decisions on what to keep,/what to donate, and then how to sort and divide among her children and grandchildren. It was a hard process as so many decisions were made based on sentiments and memories, rather than value. My Mom’s final years were horrendous; her days and nights were filled with terrifying and dark altered realities and hallucinations - symptoms and manifestations of the Lewy Body Dementia. Right before her dramatic decline, she offered me one of her jackets to wear as the temps had dropped during our visit. It was only a short scoot to my car but she didn’t want me ‘to catch cold’. It was the last nice thing that my Mom did for me; I simply couldn’t give that jacket away (and it is in no way something that I would buy) because of my Mom’s ‘care’ that day. Every time I open the hall closet and see that dreadfully ugly jacket my heart warms with love and helps to banish some of the horrendous memories of those final years. (Beware, you may end up with something odd or ugly hanging around ).
It is going to take me ages to catch up. Off to read back and hopefully catch a glimpse of MidnightBlue.
Love to all.
I can finally see out of my right eye again so typing is much easier. The lesion under my eye is healing but still looks dreadful - I would probably scare young children and other innocents on the street.
Dragon, I hope that you are feeling better. It is hard to see my happy friend sad. Love to you, my friend.
Dragon, when my Mom died, it took ages to go through my Mom’s things/make decisions on what to keep,/what to donate, and then how to sort and divide among her children and grandchildren. It was a hard process as so many decisions were made based on sentiments and memories, rather than value. My Mom’s final years were horrendous; her days and nights were filled with terrifying and dark altered realities and hallucinations - symptoms and manifestations of the Lewy Body Dementia. Right before her dramatic decline, she offered me one of her jackets to wear as the temps had dropped during our visit. It was only a short scoot to my car but she didn’t want me ‘to catch cold’. It was the last nice thing that my Mom did for me; I simply couldn’t give that jacket away (and it is in no way something that I would buy) because of my Mom’s ‘care’ that day. Every time I open the hall closet and see that dreadfully ugly jacket my heart warms with love and helps to banish some of the horrendous memories of those final years. (Beware, you may end up with something odd or ugly hanging around ).
It is going to take me ages to catch up. Off to read back and hopefully catch a glimpse of MidnightBlue.
Love to all.
I'll be at my (late) dad's apartment for the final clean out on Monday. I will have my car with me this time, so I'm planning on bringing a few things home. Thankfully, there isn't much there I want/need, but there are some sentimental things I'll have to keep. One is an ugly pot that my late uncle, who was a potter, made for him a long long time ago. It's personalized. This thing is not something I will display, but I cannot, will not, get rid of it. It was in our house when I was tiny. So I get it about ending up with ugly things.
I am glad you are healing Leigh. At least bruising around the eye tends to heal fairly quickly. As a former drunk I know that.
My car passed its inspection test woot! Off to collect it in a minute.
My car passed its inspection test woot! Off to collect it in a minute.
My entire eye area swelled in response to the treatment below my eye and the treated area had several large blisters arise (and rise they did).
STD, it took me a while to let go of "stuff" of my parents' when they died.
Thank God I lived 3500 miles away from them and that made it problematic for me to bring any more home than I could fit in one pickup truck load. But I packed that thing full-up - and my place is teensy and was already full enough. I moved piles around for...a while.
I know you know this, but drinking wouldn't solve it.
Soldier on, my friend. Git 'er done. Stressful, though.
Thank God I lived 3500 miles away from them and that made it problematic for me to bring any more home than I could fit in one pickup truck load. But I packed that thing full-up - and my place is teensy and was already full enough. I moved piles around for...a while.
I know you know this, but drinking wouldn't solve it.
Soldier on, my friend. Git 'er done. Stressful, though.
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