Quickly - It's Monday
May. 14th, 2007 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgWow, another weekend away from the computer. If you think I missed something - go ahead and direct me. I'll get there sometime between now and this time tomorrow. It's that busy.
Saturday was the mad dash out to Hemet where Jim got to be the fun uncle with all the Pokeyman lore - and I got to cook. And clean. And then cook some more - and get told to shut up by my Sister, and then gawk at how she very neatly boxed my niece into an emotional corner in much the same fashion.
And visited with my Mom. I must have spent more time one-on-one with her than anyone else in the house the entire day.
But I would have liked some time with Jim during the day. At least in the same room. Between the Pokeyman and a migraine, I didn't see much of him past get in the car, drive there - unpack....and then pack up, get in the car and drive back home again.
I tried doing a voice post from the end of the journey, but it appears my server isn't working at that number anymore. Bugger. (We lived another day, BTW. Not for lack of trying. Holy chrome people were STOOPID on the road. Yours truly made two 911 calls to the authorities within twenty minutes of getting on the road to go home. *grump*)
Sunday - was sleeping. And housework. And setting in supplies for the next week. I didn't get through my list - that's for tonight. But I intentionally did NOT turn on the television, computer or spend a lot of time outside the house. Last year, I heard plenty enough of "Happy Mother's Day - if you're a mother." UH. Pass.
Jim arrived home with one of the worse migraines he's ever had - and this morning, seemed to be going right back into one. Right. Call his doctor and find out the first opening is in June, if he wants to be seen in the office. I've already put a tactic to Jim - if he's as bad today, we'll go in to Cedars ER and get seen that way. This is nuts. Jim in pain is not someone I can live with - and he can hardly live with himself. Nope. Not gonna do it. Not willingly, at least.
Woke up this morning out of the strangest dream lately - even though I knew it had to be a dream and the circumstances of the real event Did Not Happen That Way - Cliff died again, and even though the details were changed, the feelings were the same. (The clearest image of me being sat down at a table and Told by Sis that I had to come up with multiple thousands of dollars to pay off Cliff's family in settlement - money that I didn't know anything about having in the first place and wondered where it was going to come from in the second.) The survivor guilt this morning? Very real. Know it for what it is and I'm doing the WTF brain thing over it.
Two creative - HEEEEY - links:
MAKE: technology on your time. (They're having a faire next weekend up north. *sighs*)
Leonard Nimoy and 'The Full Body Project' - nifty food for thought, in more ways than one.
Gotta run off - life is in progress and I'm not going to miss the bus today.
Saturday was the mad dash out to Hemet where Jim got to be the fun uncle with all the Pokeyman lore - and I got to cook. And clean. And then cook some more - and get told to shut up by my Sister, and then gawk at how she very neatly boxed my niece into an emotional corner in much the same fashion.
And visited with my Mom. I must have spent more time one-on-one with her than anyone else in the house the entire day.
But I would have liked some time with Jim during the day. At least in the same room. Between the Pokeyman and a migraine, I didn't see much of him past get in the car, drive there - unpack....and then pack up, get in the car and drive back home again.
I tried doing a voice post from the end of the journey, but it appears my server isn't working at that number anymore. Bugger. (We lived another day, BTW. Not for lack of trying. Holy chrome people were STOOPID on the road. Yours truly made two 911 calls to the authorities within twenty minutes of getting on the road to go home. *grump*)
Sunday - was sleeping. And housework. And setting in supplies for the next week. I didn't get through my list - that's for tonight. But I intentionally did NOT turn on the television, computer or spend a lot of time outside the house. Last year, I heard plenty enough of "Happy Mother's Day - if you're a mother." UH. Pass.
Jim arrived home with one of the worse migraines he's ever had - and this morning, seemed to be going right back into one. Right. Call his doctor and find out the first opening is in June, if he wants to be seen in the office. I've already put a tactic to Jim - if he's as bad today, we'll go in to Cedars ER and get seen that way. This is nuts. Jim in pain is not someone I can live with - and he can hardly live with himself. Nope. Not gonna do it. Not willingly, at least.
Woke up this morning out of the strangest dream lately - even though I knew it had to be a dream and the circumstances of the real event Did Not Happen That Way - Cliff died again, and even though the details were changed, the feelings were the same. (The clearest image of me being sat down at a table and Told by Sis that I had to come up with multiple thousands of dollars to pay off Cliff's family in settlement - money that I didn't know anything about having in the first place and wondered where it was going to come from in the second.) The survivor guilt this morning? Very real. Know it for what it is and I'm doing the WTF brain thing over it.
Two creative - HEEEEY - links:
MAKE: technology on your time. (They're having a faire next weekend up north. *sighs*)
Leonard Nimoy and 'The Full Body Project' - nifty food for thought, in more ways than one.
Gotta run off - life is in progress and I'm not going to miss the bus today.
