Yesterday, when I left for a shopping trip, there was an Amazon package on the front step. I picked it up without looking who it was for and put it on the dining room table. I knew it wasn’t for me, I rarely shop at Amazon. I figured it was for one of the men.
When I got home the package was still on the table, unopened. I thought, it must be for my daughter. Sure enough, when she arrived home from school and upon completion of the puppy-mauling-attack, she opened her package and took out the following items:
Continue reading “Fidget toys for children with anxiety”
So this morning I ate nutella on toast because apparently, I’m 12. 😳
I also made soup and looked for my reading glasses. That killed about an hour. 🙄
(The soup was chicken and the glasses were on my head.) 😐
Continue reading “Meh”
Every night I look at the global covid maps. I want to see how other places are doing with reopening and easing of restrictions.
I leave America last. Sometimes I skip it all together. Sorry, it’s not you, dear readers, it’s your dear leader…😳 Continue reading “Edging closer to the covid-abyss”
I waver back and forth between a house in the country (mainly his wish, and my daughter’s) and a small minimalist (aka empty and void of all nonessential clutter) place in/near the city with access to this, that and the other*.
What is the answer? Continue reading “Will nature calm disquietude and restlessness?”
Disclaimer: I’m feeling sorry for myself. Don’t be rude or obnoxious in the comments, I’ll block you. None of my self-absorbedness in this post means I’m not anxious or active in other, more important things going on in my family, community and beyond. This post isn’t a tally of what I do for others; I don’t feel like justifying myself to anyone today. This is my blog and today, this is what flows out of my head and into my keyboard. Sorry not sorry.
Some days I feel like I’m living inside a bubble.
I don’t mean to imply the bubble is an isolated, lonely entity of solitude, because there isn’t much of that despite still staying home most of the time. I just mean the lack of external obligations has me more isolated than usual, and for longer than usual. Continue reading “Living in a bubble”
I have no words.
I have no will, either, to make them flow.
Are we still in a pandemic?
It’s all just so…heartbreaking. Overwhelming. Tiresome, that we are here, again.
There is no place to escape. Continue reading “Unstable, unrest”
Earlier today I texted a friend that I had a list and I was going to be productive and get things done. After all, it was raining, gloomy and cold; what better time to stay indoors and get some chores tackled?
My friend checked in with me a few hours later assuming, incorrectly, that I had accomplished at least some of the tasks.
He was, of course, wrong.
Continue reading “Fed up”
I hung a bath mat over a railing. . . . . I also wrote 60-gazillion words into this blog and deleted them all. Then I turned on the electric blanket and went to bed at 7:30 pm. It’s now 7:32 pm. Everything is stupid. The end. Continue reading Today
When I woke up this morning I was startled and confused. I had the most absurd, ridiculous, dream.
In my dream, my partner had bought a house with a lot of property.
In real life, this has been a thing we’ve been
arguing talking about for a number of years now. Back when the kids were little, I would not have minded moving out of the city. Now? I’m not keen.
He is though. More so than ever before.
We are not on the same page when it comes to the topic of where, or how to live.
Given the corona pandemic, none of it is of any importance now. We’re locked down and going to be for a while. So there’s that.
But what about the dream then? Why would I dream that we have a new house?
Continue reading “Alternate realities? When dreams speak to us…”
I’ve been saying that a lot lately, haven’t I. Like my earlier post from a few hours ago which was all ranty and full of expletives.
Sorry. (Not really.) 😐
Apologizing is a very Canadian 🇨🇦 activity so sorry for saying sorry when I’m not really sorry. 😄
Continue reading “About my sorry-not-sorry comments lately”