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In preparation for spring, for my birthday, for my personal new year, i'm writing a description of my days and life. I know things change over time, but i don't have a good sense of how things that feel like i've been doing them forever actually change. So, i'm going to write up some mundanities.
If there's anything about my day to day life, particularly things to which i refer obliquely and that you would like cleared up, please feel to ask.
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Meanwhile, i can't bear the thought of scheduling anything. Juggling Mom's care schedule and working on a retreat schedule have exhausted that bit of brain. Last night, my sister asked B-- to not come until 9 am this morning (instead of 7 am, when L-- needs to be relieved to get her kids to school). B-- wanted to know how long we'd like her to stay. L-- erupted to me with exasperation: i pointed out to L how she was giving a change to B-- and maybe B had plans for today. So, i'll go over a little later and stay later, and then tomorrow i will give B-- some time off for her birthday. And do something fun with mom. But what?
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Last night i started reading a diary of Mom's. She recorded destroying all her previous journals to give herself a fresh start. She journaled a "fresh start" around Feb-March, then returned to journal again a year later. And then a year later. I am intrigued her timeline to get back to journaling was the time i am consider my new year. In one of those entries, she writes about realizing she has ADD. She did also assert my Dad has ADD: her usual pattern of projecting everything on my Dad. But it's fascinating to read her energy around recognizing herself.
If there's anything about my day to day life, particularly things to which i refer obliquely and that you would like cleared up, please feel to ask.
--== ∞ ==--
Meanwhile, i can't bear the thought of scheduling anything. Juggling Mom's care schedule and working on a retreat schedule have exhausted that bit of brain. Last night, my sister asked B-- to not come until 9 am this morning (instead of 7 am, when L-- needs to be relieved to get her kids to school). B-- wanted to know how long we'd like her to stay. L-- erupted to me with exasperation: i pointed out to L how she was giving a change to B-- and maybe B had plans for today. So, i'll go over a little later and stay later, and then tomorrow i will give B-- some time off for her birthday. And do something fun with mom. But what?
--== ∞ ==--
Last night i started reading a diary of Mom's. She recorded destroying all her previous journals to give herself a fresh start. She journaled a "fresh start" around Feb-March, then returned to journal again a year later. And then a year later. I am intrigued her timeline to get back to journaling was the time i am consider my new year. In one of those entries, she writes about realizing she has ADD. She did also assert my Dad has ADD: her usual pattern of projecting everything on my Dad. But it's fascinating to read her energy around recognizing herself.
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