Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Coming and going

I post a lot of pics on our family blog of Piles of Crap. It just seems like that's been a recurring theme around here.  There's always a stack or pile or collection of crap that is either coming into or going out of our house.  And the front room seems to end up being the "staging area" (hubby's term, not mine) of choice.  The kids are still coming and going, too - so does their crap.


It validates my belief that overall we have too much stuff.  The above photo is Chloe's cast offs from her move from home to her Big Girl apartment.  I went through it all to make sure she didn't accidentally stuff a twenty in a pair of jeans.  Then Spencer moved his stuff into the house so we had a  similar pile of his stuff near the door, too.  Goodwill, here we come.  I would love to do some massive purging for the rest of us before the holidays.  Is is just my family, or do most of us just have too much stuff?  If so, why does it take moving into a new place to make us see that?



Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Things to stress about and look forward to

I'm trying my best not to let things overwhelm me, and sometimes that's hard to do.  The heat is slacking off a bit, but the humidity - UGH.  And, lately it seems like there's plenty to stew about.


Identity theft on my Capital One card yet again
The start of the school year
Car repairs
Chloe moving
Chloe's crunched car
Sugar continuing to puke


Spencer coming to stay with us until his apartment is ready 
My mother taking in an unsavory houseguest
...and her declining health
Hubby's health, my health
My dying landscaping
Marching season


Grayson's  grades
My stressful job
Finances
My estrangement from my sister
Worrying about the future...



Such is life, right? I refer back to my notes from the therapist when I feel the sads coming on.  I remind myself how great my life is, because it truly is.  I pray a little.  Do the hypnosis thing to relax.   I really need to get out there and exercise some, and I will, but probably only on my days off.  I've been working on some crafty projects and trying to reconnect with friends and family.  I am done with the antidepressant med, so it will be important for me to stay on top of things. 
Fall is coming - there's a LOT to look forward to.





*photos from Canyon of the Eagles, Burnet, TX


Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Donating blood

Donating blood is something I do about every three months or so.  I have done since I turned 18, though there was a period there where I was doing the plasma thing in hard economic times.  Like when I needed gas money in college.  But happily, that is not the case anymore and I can freely donate whole blood.  I have many reasons, including that they frequently bestow flowers on me in the "cantina".  Here are some other reasons, in no particular order:


*It's free to do
*I'm basically healthy and I can help some who maybe is not
*By donating, I atone for being a grouchy mom, distracted spouse, estranged sister, and less than stellar friend
 *It helps me with my ladder points at work
*Free snacks, ice cold OJ, and a crossword puzzle to work on while I rest after my donation
*Friendly conversation with like-minded people
*Because I can
*I forget how much the finger stick hurts
*It's a built-in excuse to eat a BIG lunch and take a nap.

Have you ever donated blood?  I guess I've gotten used to it, somewhat, so it doesn't make me nervous at all.  Besides forgiveness for some of my failings, it actually benefits me, too.  It's like a confessional of the body, no?




Tuesday, September 8, 2015

File this...

...under shit we can do without.


It's Chloe's crunched Accord after a happy hour idiot hit her on an I10 overpass in rush hour traffic in Houston.  She was tired and hungry and  had just gotten off a plane, headed home.  Thank You, Anonymous Tow Truck Driver, for staying with her, fending off the drunk, belligerent idiot who refused to tell her exactly where she was, then told said idiot he better not leave the scene.  Not a whole lot of thanks to you, Police Officer who immediately laid into her for not knowing exactly where she was in her new home city of about a billion people, and not asking her if she were ok. {Oh, and giving the idiot plenty of time to sober up.}  But a MILLION thanks and praises of gratitude to a Daddy who is not only her insurance agent, but her biggest supporter.  
So file all of this under I am So Glad August is 9 Days Over because it was Full of Shit We Could do Without.  For real.



Tuesday, September 1, 2015

That guy

Spencer came to stay while his new apartment is being made ready. I hate that he had to move again, but such is apartment life in Austin - expensive and inflexible.  I'm glad we were able to help him out a bit.  For the most part he is navigating life on his own, holding down a job and living in his own space.  Doing his own laundry and such.  Which means he's cut the cord with Mom and Dad for his daily life.  But we are glad we could be here for him.
All that is good.


He seems a little down sometimes.  He works in the heat, so I'm sure it's draining all the way around.  I hug him and he doesn't pull away, which is a change from his teen years.  I kiss his scraggly beard and tell him I love him.  I want the best for him.  He's a really nice person.  And I think we did a good job with him, overall.  This one took a while to launch, you'd think I would be used to it by now.