I know I am in a database somewhere telling public officials I shouldn’t have a gun. I know this because I have been sent involuntarily to an inpatient mental health facility, under police escort. I know I shouldn’t have access to guns because I would be dangerous in my psychotic times— I get paranoid and have really scary, expansive thoughts and thought patterns— never violence-intended thoughts, just completely unpredictable. I would
These feet belong to a Kindergartner. They aren’t baby feet anymore. The first day of school is tomorrow. And with that, here is the end of Summer Break 2019. This is all a happy thing to this mom. It means no more PJ Masks or Puppy Dog Pals for hours on end. It also probably means evenings of a cuddly Oliver. I was looking back at how far we’ve come.
I had a solid week of “up” after vacation. I was up every day at 5:30, and going and cleaning and all that rearranging around the house and…. Now I am back to where I started. Sleeping till 10 am. Not exactly depressed but not a lot of extra energy. It’s the nature of my life and I know if I would just accept the waves and lulls instead of
I’ve decided to snap out of my sleeping-all-the-time that has become my routine. This is morning two of waking up before 6 am. Yesterday, I spent the day rearranging the house and doing laundry. I managed to stay up all day and equally importantly, stay moving all day. The picture above is the outcome of the foyer, where I am currently sitting as I writing this. I am in love
I have been avoiding the blog because I have been ruminating on nothing in particular. This has taken the form mostly of painting my house. I painted the foyer and upstairs hallway and my uncle B painted the stairwell. We have replaced three light fixtures in the house, including the one on the stairwell. I love my house now, and in this phase of life, there’s very little left that