I’m pretty sure I’m (not) fine.
I decided to make a mix of dirt and diatomaceous earth to spoon on the houseplants rather than try and add the dusty stuff loose. I’m having a problem with fungal gnats; when you have as many houseplants as I do, that’s an issue. I’ve been using the sticky traps Doctor Google suggested, but that only captures them after the fact, and they seem … Continue reading I’m pretty sure I’m (not) fine.
When your parents are dying.
My dad didn’t die on my birthday. I’m glad. It’s selfish, I know, but I didn’t want those two things tied forever in my memory. He wasn’t dead yesterday; I don’t know how things are going to go today. I love swimming. I love being in the water. As I child, I wanted a pool more than anything and I thought my parents were selfish … Continue reading When your parents are dying.
Share your world.
My world has become odd. I’m anhedonic much of the time. Luckily, I have practice faking it. But between PTSD and pending grief, times are tough. Add very ill parents who need daily help, my own issues, and friends trapped in their own worlds of pain, and suddenly, dissociating makes sense. Being flat keeps me safer but my creativity takes a hit. It’s driven by … Continue reading Share your world.
Life lessons.
Life is full of lessons and you have to work hard to not learn them. I’ve done that in the past, but I’m going in a different direction now. It was my birthday yesterday. Some remembered and some forgot. I forgot myself until my son’s girlfriend reminded me mid-week. The chaos of ill parents and a life in flux put it far from my mind, … Continue reading Life lessons.
From Famine to Feast 