My life is crazy right now. I'm trying to process a lot mentally and emotionally. I am dealing with 'issues' of many kinds. Frankly I've run out of suggestions and I probably would rather gripe than hear more.
The worst part of any renovation is waiting on materials or looking for things you used or saw quite recently. I'm on my second hunt and about to reach a great patience testing wait. So my processing has been a little negative today.
I got started later than I pleased. I began hunting for a bit that I couldn't find yesterday afternoon, but had to have to continue. I considered just hitting Lowes and getting another, but I had the thing yesterday morning. I found it in a 'Goodgrief Donna' spot and finished putting in the framing for the last part of my screened in porch. Now I can't find the staples that I've moved a dozen times during this whole renovation stint -while looking for other things.
As I said, the bad mood hasn't helped my reasoning powers toward positive. I know all the pat answers, but I find that somethings don't really get better, you just endure them and hope someday things will get brighter, as the music says. Popping out little smart mouthed negatives is one way to deal with it. But that doesn't really win you much on the home front or in the arena.
Physically, I have my downs, but most of it is way up in comparison to the past year or so. I've lost 15 lbs. That in itself makes walking and climbing and general housework easier. I'm beginning to eat a variety of foods, but not much more quantity. I am watching for signs of disability very carefully, and keeping a fairly good journal of the things I eat.
So if I don't post much, you will know that the things my mind does while my body is busy are not really something you want to read about. I'm hoping to reclaim intelligent thought soon and begin my story telling in a different light. Till then, Please Stand By, . . . . .
I am learning to leave all my project purchases in the truck until I am ready to use them. I have boxes and boxes of nails and screws I purchased and forgot where I kept them.
ReplyDeleteI did finally find the staples. They were in a box of tools that had been on my trash sorter. I moved it to a remote spot when I had to take out the trash this morning! Yeah,,,.
ReplyDeletei have been living in a world of "stack". i have, in this year, moved 2 bedrooms worth of stuff and 3 dog kennels out of said bedrooms to accomodate all these loves of my life and have "stacked" it anywhere i can. when i need something, i stack stuff somewhere else till i can find what i am looking for.... occasionally, i make real progress.
ReplyDeleteWell Linda, I don't suppose it would really help us to get together for a royal gripefest, but maybe we could laugh a lot. Louis still wants to do that trip sometime.
ReplyDeletegriping with one you love can be healthy.........for awhile....lol....... still have a couple of months in which to camp on the beach.....
ReplyDeleteyou can always gripe at me. Everyone knows that that is pretty much the only purpose for my blog....a place where I can vent....
ReplyDelete15 pounds YAAAAAAAY! That's so awesome!
I find it amazing that through the fast and everything else...you accomplished more than most people I know. The weight is awesome....so are the projects...so are you....Vent my direction if you want or have the need...
ReplyDeleteYou bring the loaf and cheese. I'll bring the whine.
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