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Scepticalscribe, your stomach is full and you forgot Brexit. 
Scepticalscribe, your stomach is full and you forgot Brexit.
Only until tomorrow.
But a full stomach - after a pleasant repast - is always something to be celebrated, and allows one to contemplate the world though a slightly more benign mental lens.
For tonight, I have deliberately eschewed any thought - or, more telling still - any reading matter - on Brexit.
Tomorrow, Arsenal play, and Brexit will come crashing back into the forefront of my mind. That will be more than enough for me to have to deal with.
So busy writing that I almost forgot to put the French fries into the oven. Now that I stopped writing, I wish the fries were ready.
They're not.
They're not.
French fries done in the oven? I’m not sure they will taste good. What were you writing?
Gosh.
My mother used to do that; I far preferred her old sizzling method, the deep fat fryer, of our childhood, dangerous though it may have been, the chips were delicious.
Well, @kazmac - enjoy them whenever they are ready.
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Lately, I can't help taking a nap when my stomach is full... the book lands on my chest.
Some decades ago I was smiling at my father seeing him in the same situation... Time passed, I do the same, but can't smile at myself.
My father used to fall asleep during the news, something which caused my brothers and I endless hilarity as children.
Now, that is what we find ourselves doing.
Now, I fall asleep during the news, (unless there is a story I am compulsively or obsessively interested in - yes, Brexit), and yes, after a decent meal, I will fall asleep.
When working abroad, I have developed the habit of taking a nap when the working day ends - around 5.00, (17.00) or 5.30; very necessary if I am to see people later in the evening.
Frozen. They aren't bad, but definitely not the real thing (which were awesome heated up last week).
Writing: some Star Wars fan fic with original characters. Figures, I finally write a Snake Plissken style character, but he's much older (actually this is a good and fun thing. Most of my characters are more mature lately), but in the SW universe to boot.
A nasty row between me and mom where her incessant nagging led me to put my foot in my mouth by saying I’ve been putting up with this for five years; whereas Maine sister cannot even talk to mom because she’s scared of hearing her like “this” and won’t do squat. So Maine sister can do no wrong. Of course, mom won’t unhear what I said and took it to heart. Mom and I usually bounce back from our fights, but this is a touchy subject for her.
Needless to say, I feel like poop right now.
whereas Maine sister cannot even talk to mom because she’s scared of hearing her like “this” and won’t do squat. So Maine sister can do no wrong. Of course, mom won’t unhear what I said and took it to heart. Mom and I usually bounce back from our fights, but this is a touchy subject for her. Needless to say, I feel like poop right now.
Sorry to hear that. Families are difficult. But I guess the pressure builds up until it comes out. Give it a bit of time.A nasty row between me and mom where her incessant nagging led me to put my foot in my mouth by saying I’ve been putting up with this for five years;
Needless to say, I feel like poop right now.
A nasty row between me and mom where her incessant nagging led me to put my foot in my mouth by saying I’ve been putting up with this for five years;
Needless to say, I feel like poop right now.
Sympathies - I have been there, a place where the sibling who gave the least support (and was most critical of what others did) was the most forgiven and the most adored (by my mother). Such are the mad (and surreal) ironies of our lives when caring for elders (and others).
Try to remember to be kind to yourself and don't expect that you should have to address, let alone solve, all of their problems.
And above all, do take time for yourself and your interests and your hobbies.
And eventually, try to set boundaries - on what you can do, what you can expend (by way of emotional and psychological energy) and what you will not, and cannot do, or be expected to do.
Thank you. I know I say this a lot, but I do appreciate your reposting this. This has been an ugly day. Part of it is mom being on these drugs (and/or withdrawing from them), part of it is her fears and ours.
Not being able to do anything in helping with the pain is probably the hardest thing. Eldest sister and I are good with the duties, both being aware of my health. I will address my lack of weight gain to my doctor which set mom off today. It bothers me too, but I am trying not to stress myself out about it.
As far as hobbies, I’ve been writing and drawing a bit during this time off, and the writing helped me today. So thanks, I do appreciate the constant nudge and support. Have a great night.
Currently on my mind hmm..
Trying to figure out why my orbit B-Hyve Smart Wifi Irrigation Controller is not running at my scheduled times. The unit works if I manually trigger it but it refused to run when scheduled grr
Trying to figure out why my orbit B-Hyve Smart Wifi Irrigation Controller is not running at my scheduled times. The unit works if I manually trigger it but it refused to run when scheduled grr
Preparing dinner, reading about Brexit, contemplating greeting the crate of beer that was delivered this morning (although not until after dinner), writing emails and making phone calls.
Mother was in fantastic form this morning, laughing, holding hands, really keen to communicate.
Mother was in fantastic form this morning, laughing, holding hands, really keen to communicate.
Good news @Scepticalscribe about your mom being in better form today! I know from friends and my own experience with my father's dementia it can be a rollercoaster. Dinner tonight leftovers from the weekend, tyropita by Mom (TM) and some Central Asian dishes prepared by friends (manti - a sort of ravioli).
Thank you.
The good news is that she is at home, comfortable, content and cared for.
The bad news is that she has always hated winter, and dreary darkness, and - over the past few weeks, had withdrawn into herself, sleeping much more, speaking and communicating a lot less.
Two weeks ago, she didn't respond at all, for days on end, her eyes glazed, indifferent and blank, almost like a zombie.
Today, and this past week-end - but especially today, there was much laughter, a surprisingly strong grip, - she wanted to hold hands and wouldn't let go - and a powerful desire to connect and communicate.
I'll take such blessings when they come.
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@Scepticalscribe glad to hear that about mom.
And mom won’t let my foot in mouth from yesterday go. I know part of it is her fears and loss of independence... it takes two to tango though.
Plus I have to jump through hoops to get money back from my medical insurance because I did not submit the right form to them in an appeal (which I did not know), and I paid part of this invoice already because these doctors have been billing me for three months now. The woman in the hospital billing department is a saint. She is so patient.
Outside of these, I am fine and need to remember to get another of these holiday scratch off lottery tix tonight on the way home.
And mom won’t let my foot in mouth from yesterday go.
I know part of it is her fears and loss of independence... it takes two to tango though.Plus I have to jump through hoops to get money back from my medical insurance because I did not submit the right form to them in an appeal (which I did not know), and I paid part of this invoice already because these doctors have been billing me for three months now. The woman in the hospital billing department is a saint. She is so patient.
Outside of these, I am fine and need to remember to get another of these holiday scratch off lottery tix tonight on the way home.
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@Scepticalscribe glad to hear that about mom.
And mom won’t let my foot in mouth from yesterday go.
Plus I have to jump through hoops to get money back from my medical insurance because I did not submit the right form to them in an appeal (which I did not know), and I paid part of this invoice already because these doctors have been billing me for three months now. The woman in the hospital billing department is a saint. She is so patient.
Outside of these, I am fine and need to remember to get another of these holiday scratch off lottery tix tonight on the way home.
Yes, fears of loss of independence are one thing - my mother certainly felt that and was frightened and - precisely because she was frightened, became needy and controlling (she who had never been anything like that), which I found exhausting and infuriating.
Good luck with the medical insurance claims and appeals; that sort of stuff can be very trying, too.
How my favorite color has changed over the years. My first favorite colors as a toddler were pink and red. Then as a kid, I preferred just red until I learned about chroma-keying. Since then, I've loved green.
I think the less news I watch/read/hear the better mood i'm in. It seems like checking news has become a "bad habit", these days.
That is an interesting thought.
As a kid, I loved reads, (yes), and orange, and, as a teen and into my twenties, and thirties, I loved all those shades - daffodil yellow, terracotta, peach, apricot, red, auburn, burnt orange.
Now, I love black, charcoal, cream, and midnight navy.
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