Nettle tea and news: Earthquakes and early onset dementia. I’m settling into the new office pretty well, but finding it stuffy and in need of a good ol’ box fan to blow my papers around. I got one of those slow-burning wood wick candles yesterday, and in between randomized songs I hear its hiss. Yesterday I left the nest to run errands and search for trinkets, and came home with an armful of weapons to…
I want him to know that I tried really, really hard.
Spending my last few moments before work on a Saturday grunting and sweating and moving furniture around in the nursery, vacuuming, moving stuff to the new office, trying to keep my chin up.
Amazingly, I’m coasting into the third trimester. Body feels good. Mind … well, I’m working on it. I haven’t exactly had a lack of dumb things to deal with lately, but I am working on my coping mechanism. Dealing with frustrating situations is basically going to be the name of the game from now on, I think, so I might as well do some work on myself to get ready. That’s enough about that for…
My family came up Sunday to do a furniture swap of sorts with me, and I saw my dad’s chin for the first time in my whole life. As long as I have been in this world, he’s sported a full beard. Not sure why he decided to shave it in that spot, but he’s already heard that he looks like Paul Sr. Even wackier — this is the first time since my parents have been…
more music, less TV making more art less couch sitting, more walking vegetable supplement pill thingies nettle tea breathing less feeding on the negativity of others, more music keeping my eye on the prize at all times
… come in and fix shit in 20 minutes. They also inform you that in the great state of Tennessee, you have to have a license to cut hair but not to do electrical work. Interesting. No, wait. Stupid. Note to self for when I inevitably forget this: The breaker box is technically rigged, but it’s not dangerous. Illegal, maybe. But the house is not going to burn down if I leave an extra lamp…
Deep breath. Trying some new things. Plowing through, as you do.
I pretty much feel like shit mentally nearly every second of every day and I’m getting really tired of it. Fix it fix it fix it. I don’t know how.
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