Friday, August 3, 2018

I, too, so enjoy what I call this 'mutual admiration society'. The freedom to be transparent as well as truth in love seems to be found in abundance here.

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Up early this morning putting up jars of zucchini relish. I prefer green-tomato relish, but DS#2 is ga-ga for the zuke, so I make it for him.

Today, then, is simply to get around, pick up whatever children can be found for lunch--grocery shopping, a stop at the paint store for the obligatory fall house touch up paint (I told Kurt that this house would be sided only over my dead and rotting body--it has its original cypress siding which will outlast anything that has or ever will be invented to clad a house with) - Anyway, it is my job to maintain the stuff--gladly done.

Enjoy your Friday, folks!

Hehehehehe.....

I set my alarm. I woke up an hour and 10 minutes before it went off. Let Ella out and thought, I don't need to be up yet and went back to bed when she came back inside. That was 2:55 am. I rolled over and looked at the clock and it was 5:40! Believe it or not, I was at the airport by 6:45, but was afraid even with pre check in that I wouldn't get through security and to the gate on time. So, I got in line and waited an HOUR in the queue of 12 people. I got the really nice guy when it was finally my turn. I walked up and told him my story and told him it was my fault. So, no grumping from me about having to wait in line. I had no one to blame but myself. Well, that attitude sure does pay off, I guess. He put me on a flight to Denver and then on to Atlanta, checked my bag, and actually shook my hand! Such a nice man. Anyhoo.... Ron and I went to have some breakfast and now I"m sitting at the gate waiting to board. Poopy thing is that now I'm a C group, not group A. So, here I sit at Gate 20 waiting to board. (Love that my phone has a hot spot. Just connect the lap top and I'm on the web!)

I sent my new trainer an email yesterday sharing some inner workings on this point of my journey - noting the raw and vulnerable emotions that keep popping up lately. She sent me the most lovely email in response. I think this will be a good match. I am hopeful.

While in Atlanta I shall not worry about what foods I eat. It is a weekend centered around food events. A brunch and a party tomorrow, then a family luncheon on Sunday. There was talk of Cracker Barrel, too. Lord, save me! I don't think you can even pretend to eat healthy there! I am on a meat and fruit/salad kick lately, so that should help. All I really am craving is meat, meat, meat, and fruit and salads filled with crunchy and and dried and marinated oddities! Yogurt and fruit topped with nuts has a huge appeal, too.

Fun Friday to all!

Another bad grief day for me. Couldn't stop crying at work this morning so went home for the day. I hate not being in control like that.

I think I was 141.something. Down a smidge. But I bought my favorite white cake today - bad girl!

That's all I got folks - sorry!

Hello Paula!

So happy to see your name. I wish I had words of wisdom but since I don't we will have to settle for a virtual hug. We are all here for you!

I'm glad the weekend is here....I would think being back to work is a mix of love, friendship, stress and exhaustion. (No wonder the white cake!)

Take care, kiddo.

Take the time you need to heal. Sometimes all we have is our presence. I am grateful for yours. Take care,,,Hugs.

{{Hugs}} ! Lots of change in such a short period of time. I'm sure you've been running on adrenaline for a while. There is strength in stepping back and recharging.

So sorry Paula. Sometimes crying is a good release when you feel this way instead of trying to always keep doing. I went back to work about 3 months after DD died (I had left work a year before to help her). I had a one hour commute each way and I often cried in the car on the way to work and back home. I wasn't comfortable crying in front of other people, but that gave me time to release. Eventually the crying spells got further and further apart.