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I've been working on expanding my mental boundaries on 'Right and Wrong' etc., and this week I learned a few valuable lessons.
But I'm more stubborn than I realized.
About to book Amtrak tickets not specifically for T-Day but for the week of, to Portland, which I have mixed feelings about.
But just now, it's been proposed that I be the one to fly home to New England (RI) to help Gramma(J) out while she recovers. Gramma had a heart valve tear, really yesterday, but our time this morning about 7am, Uncle Bradley called to let us know. She had emergency valve-replacement today and now a lot is up in the air. I haven't seen that side of the family since Dec of 2005. Erica is an inflexible brat a lot but maybe this would really really drive home the point that choosing her family on a date she couldn't gets her stuck with them also when she doesn't want them or wants me more. But it wouldn't be about that as all for me. For me it would be bundling up, rolling up the sleeves and helping the family out, also getting to see everyone.
Today is also 1 month from Grandma(P) dying and that's hard, especially since the most support I personally had for this has been now-ex-roommate Meghan giving me a few kind words and some hugs one day when I was crying and she came home with her little black suitcase. (Meghan is a flight attendant& interpreter for Japanese and German.) I feel like this whole Autumn season has been nothing but whammmmmy after whammy of being hit with a frying pan (Cast Iron) emotionally. Even Matt's been a huge prick and now I'm still expected to be the extra guest at his meeting on Thursday and he wants me to come up the night before. I know he's hurting because the ex is getting married but it's been almost 3or4 years now and seriously time to be over her.... or at least not let it make you hard to be friends with.
I don't know what to do here. Whatever it is, if I'm going to Portland I need to book within an hour, final tickets are going that quickly, or decide to wait and maybe go to RI, which would mean flying into Boston, my place of origin...
I made a really good casserole tonight and ate all of it. I'm such and old lady, and I'm still thinking of the casserole dishes in the antiques shop in Kenton...
But I'm more stubborn than I realized.
About to book Amtrak tickets not specifically for T-Day but for the week of, to Portland, which I have mixed feelings about.
But just now, it's been proposed that I be the one to fly home to New England (RI) to help Gramma(J) out while she recovers. Gramma had a heart valve tear, really yesterday, but our time this morning about 7am, Uncle Bradley called to let us know. She had emergency valve-replacement today and now a lot is up in the air. I haven't seen that side of the family since Dec of 2005. Erica is an inflexible brat a lot but maybe this would really really drive home the point that choosing her family on a date she couldn't gets her stuck with them also when she doesn't want them or wants me more. But it wouldn't be about that as all for me. For me it would be bundling up, rolling up the sleeves and helping the family out, also getting to see everyone.
Today is also 1 month from Grandma(P) dying and that's hard, especially since the most support I personally had for this has been now-ex-roommate Meghan giving me a few kind words and some hugs one day when I was crying and she came home with her little black suitcase. (Meghan is a flight attendant& interpreter for Japanese and German.) I feel like this whole Autumn season has been nothing but whammmmmy after whammy of being hit with a frying pan (Cast Iron) emotionally. Even Matt's been a huge prick and now I'm still expected to be the extra guest at his meeting on Thursday and he wants me to come up the night before. I know he's hurting because the ex is getting married but it's been almost 3or4 years now and seriously time to be over her.... or at least not let it make you hard to be friends with.
I don't know what to do here. Whatever it is, if I'm going to Portland I need to book within an hour, final tickets are going that quickly, or decide to wait and maybe go to RI, which would mean flying into Boston, my place of origin...
I made a really good casserole tonight and ate all of it. I'm such and old lady, and I'm still thinking of the casserole dishes in the antiques shop in Kenton...