So, are we working here? We seem to have gone through a lot of traumas, technologically speaking, in the last few months and technological problems are expensive. Thank god we have Mollie who knows what she’s doing or we’d be ready to jump off a building.
Okay, here’s what I did last week. Three appointments at 9 am in the morning, one 7 miles away, one 45 miles away, one 65 miles away. I was tired.
I wrote at least three days, and this is going to be a good one. It’s not going to give me fits and starts and I won’t have to rewrite it a million times. Thank you, Jesus, I deserve this. I taped and painted one wall of my office. Me, not Richie. (Well, I let him help). My office is mostly bookshelves and windows so it’s easy to do it in pieces.
My living room has been in such chaos the entire summer that it was overwhelming, but yesterday I moved furniture around (plus had Alex here, so we also picked beans and blueberries, made chocolate chip cookies, and played with legos). Oh, man, have I worked. I did well with eating a couple of days, and then that fell all to hell.
But best/worst of all, things are bad with a child again. We’re heading toward an intervention, and this time it’s not the usual suspect. I won’t go into details, because this one is computer savvy, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to pull the plug on her current existence and bring her back home. The good part of that is, while I’m anxious and depressed about it, I fought it off. I did some of my daily meditation books, kept telling myself to let go of it (because it popped up in the evening, of course) and I don’t want to do anything until I talk with my therapist. So I’ve been having to make a concerted effort to let go and let God. Not my circus, not my monkeys. But she is my monkey, dammit! Deep breath.
We’ll figure it out. And things had just been looking so good.
But having come from an alcoholic family, I know thats what it’s like. There’s a John Prine song — “that’s the way that the world goes round, you’re up one day, the next you’re down, a half an inch of water and you yell you’re gonna drown, that’s the way that the world goes round.”
Oh, but I forgot! I also put up a hand rail in the basement with Richie checking my work, using my new drill. I felt so powerful. Rosie the Riveter.
This week I need to finish cleaning up the living room (too much large furniture there — if we could just get rid of the piano it would be great!).
And I need to write every weekday. Just a little bit, to stay in the story, because each time I go there the book zips along. And much as I wish I could, I can’t write a book in one day of hard work. It takes a long time, and you have put in that time. Fortunately this one isn’t going to be giving me fits.
And then I gotta throw in swimming, which I think will help me in all areas. Make me more flexible, help my peace of mind, enable my creativity. Plus figure out if I have to fly out to San Francisco for the mother of all interventions.
However, these things must be handled delicately.
Oh, and Sally comes back, thank heavens, so at least I have someone to talk to. And quilt with. And I finished Cammy, the camouflage amigurumi dog and Alex said he loved him. Bless his heart.
I also sent the rest of my camouflage yarn down to Alex’s grandma, who’s a sweet lady who loves yarn.
In case you haven’t figure it out yet, fall is my nesting time. It’s when I do things around the house, and Jenny and Toni have been so inspiring that I’m determined to do more of my own stuff.
Now if I could just get the nagging worry about my eldest. It’s time to put the hammer down, and I don’t know how to do it.
Still, I’m gonna have a good week. I didn’t take before pictures of my living room, alas, but I do have before photos of my office. So I’ll work hard and feel good about what if can feel good about and deal with the Elephant in the Room when I get help figuring out how to do so. (It’s a money thing, not a substance abuse thing). Sigh.
Anyway, I’m still energized and plan to work work work this week. What’s on your agenda?