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Harebell of Zenith
Jun. 18th, 2019 09:09 pmI didn't go for a walk today, but the Fitbit magnanimously granted 50 minutes of exercise time for the time I spent sorting out t-shirts, repacking some into storage containers, and carrying things up and down stairs from my closet to the basement. We had a tiny bit of sun today, and it was warmer.
I'm having a better day today. I signed myself up for an extra therapy session, at which Madame assured me that my feelings are just part of the grieving process. She advised accepting my own feelings, while NOT accepting anything dumped upon me by others. For me, grieving about my mother isn't really the problem. I can deal with that. The part that's hard to deal with is when one loss drags up all the others, and I find myself struggling with things I thought I'd already turned loose of. Maybe I will finally get on over it this time. Madame gave me a compliment today. I handed her my co-pay check, and she exclaimed, "Oh my, you are so diligent! You are one in a . . . well, you're the only one!" I take it that other people don't make their co-pay in a timely fashion. I rather like that. Like Tigger, I am the only one.
I didn't actually get rid of very many t-shirts. The ones I packed away were shirts I realized I hadn't worn recently because they feel a little tight. But I love them, so I'm going to keep them awhile and see if I can achieve a rapprochement with them. The bonus was that I also found a stack of shirts that do feel good, but I didn't realize I had them and they were wearable. Also, I found that I'd already given away a lot of shirts that I had anticipated donating. Go, me.
The Sparrowhawk worked wonders today. He washed all the floors downstairs with Murphy's Oil Soap, and vacuumed the doormat. Yesterday he vacuumed the downstairs guest room, in anticipation of guests this weekend. His work and mine is part of the general cleaning and decluttering we had been looking forward to, but hadn't been able to do because we were spending so much time taking care of Mother since Christmas. So, it's a good step toward recovery. In the afternoon, he went out to visit with another old friend from work. He helped her get her doctoral degree. They chatted about how things are going at work. She said that after he left, she never heard anyone say anything bad about him. They missed him and only said good things. I think that's a good legacy.
I'm having a better day today. I signed myself up for an extra therapy session, at which Madame assured me that my feelings are just part of the grieving process. She advised accepting my own feelings, while NOT accepting anything dumped upon me by others. For me, grieving about my mother isn't really the problem. I can deal with that. The part that's hard to deal with is when one loss drags up all the others, and I find myself struggling with things I thought I'd already turned loose of. Maybe I will finally get on over it this time. Madame gave me a compliment today. I handed her my co-pay check, and she exclaimed, "Oh my, you are so diligent! You are one in a . . . well, you're the only one!" I take it that other people don't make their co-pay in a timely fashion. I rather like that. Like Tigger, I am the only one.
I didn't actually get rid of very many t-shirts. The ones I packed away were shirts I realized I hadn't worn recently because they feel a little tight. But I love them, so I'm going to keep them awhile and see if I can achieve a rapprochement with them. The bonus was that I also found a stack of shirts that do feel good, but I didn't realize I had them and they were wearable. Also, I found that I'd already given away a lot of shirts that I had anticipated donating. Go, me.
The Sparrowhawk worked wonders today. He washed all the floors downstairs with Murphy's Oil Soap, and vacuumed the doormat. Yesterday he vacuumed the downstairs guest room, in anticipation of guests this weekend. His work and mine is part of the general cleaning and decluttering we had been looking forward to, but hadn't been able to do because we were spending so much time taking care of Mother since Christmas. So, it's a good step toward recovery. In the afternoon, he went out to visit with another old friend from work. He helped her get her doctoral degree. They chatted about how things are going at work. She said that after he left, she never heard anyone say anything bad about him. They missed him and only said good things. I think that's a good legacy.
