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Even H is asking me to send A to boarding school. Y is asking me to kill him. Ya has learned that it doesn't help to give her opinion, so she doesn't usually mention she wishes him dead. I wish I was superwoman and could better help him feel loved instead of feeling the need to hurt everyone. I'm frustrated and disgusted with him too.
The kids step-nephew, In, played here all day. That helped diffuse some of the tension between A and Y.
I had a dream that I was a prisoner on a march. I was in an elongated box that covered me almost to my knees, with a slit to see through. Unlike other prisoners, I thrived in this isolation. When we were freed, there was amazement that while lice were rampant, I had few. I had been eating mine. I didn't feel like talking; while they were speculating around me, I found one in my hair. I mashed it so it couldn't escape, and licked it off my finger. That's how I informed them of the reason I had fewer lice. Obviously having girls with long hair in school had some influence on this dream. I can't wait till H gets to be like Ya. If Ya even thinks she might have lice, she is very thorough in making sure she is clean of them.
I work every day except Monday next week. Monday I have a meeting with the psychologists in my group and Aa and her supervisor. That will be after our group meeting. Should be interesting.
My manager at work is also managing another branch while the manager there is doing reserve army duty in the south of the country (where our lovely neighbors who have been gifted--in exchange for peace--with all the land they lost in the war they started , have decided now is a good time to re-analyze whether this cold peace is such a good idea after all). So Thursday she left me there to supervise a painfully shy new guy, tell the other guys what to do, and close. Aag. I was really nervous about the closing. I never feel really confident that I know all that needs to be done. The boss was in his car in the parking garage when I went through on my way to the dumpster. "How's it going?" he asked. I shrugged and told him to come see for himself. He said everything was fine. The real test will be to see if we did anything that will trip up the people opening on Sunday. Then I'll know if everything was really okay or not.
The boy cats are acting like the girl cats are in heat after being spayed. I don't know if this is normal or not. The girls aren't letting them mount, though. That doesn't keep them from trying. Despite this irritating behavior, they still manage to be charming. It's a great pleasure seeing Sartani enjoying being petted, even asking for it, after being so scared of people when he was younger. Hatsipas is still demanding in his insistence that his nose be rubbed. I'm always impressed how he stands to the side and watches all the other cats climbing over each other in the attempt to get at the food when I come to feed them. He waits until I put the food in the last and littlest bowl, then comes to eat there. Shehori is charming in that he nuzzles his cheeks to ours. Sometimes with such enthusiasm that he knocks us over. Achi, who was the friendliest and most amiable to the children's games when he was little, has become more distant. Maybe it is just maturity? If I had money to get the boys neutered, it might make a difference. One thing at a time, though.
The kids step-nephew, In, played here all day. That helped diffuse some of the tension between A and Y.
I had a dream that I was a prisoner on a march. I was in an elongated box that covered me almost to my knees, with a slit to see through. Unlike other prisoners, I thrived in this isolation. When we were freed, there was amazement that while lice were rampant, I had few. I had been eating mine. I didn't feel like talking; while they were speculating around me, I found one in my hair. I mashed it so it couldn't escape, and licked it off my finger. That's how I informed them of the reason I had fewer lice. Obviously having girls with long hair in school had some influence on this dream. I can't wait till H gets to be like Ya. If Ya even thinks she might have lice, she is very thorough in making sure she is clean of them.
I work every day except Monday next week. Monday I have a meeting with the psychologists in my group and Aa and her supervisor. That will be after our group meeting. Should be interesting.
My manager at work is also managing another branch while the manager there is doing reserve army duty in the south of the country (where our lovely neighbors who have been gifted--in exchange for peace--with all the land they lost in the war they started , have decided now is a good time to re-analyze whether this cold peace is such a good idea after all). So Thursday she left me there to supervise a painfully shy new guy, tell the other guys what to do, and close. Aag. I was really nervous about the closing. I never feel really confident that I know all that needs to be done. The boss was in his car in the parking garage when I went through on my way to the dumpster. "How's it going?" he asked. I shrugged and told him to come see for himself. He said everything was fine. The real test will be to see if we did anything that will trip up the people opening on Sunday. Then I'll know if everything was really okay or not.
The boy cats are acting like the girl cats are in heat after being spayed. I don't know if this is normal or not. The girls aren't letting them mount, though. That doesn't keep them from trying. Despite this irritating behavior, they still manage to be charming. It's a great pleasure seeing Sartani enjoying being petted, even asking for it, after being so scared of people when he was younger. Hatsipas is still demanding in his insistence that his nose be rubbed. I'm always impressed how he stands to the side and watches all the other cats climbing over each other in the attempt to get at the food when I come to feed them. He waits until I put the food in the last and littlest bowl, then comes to eat there. Shehori is charming in that he nuzzles his cheeks to ours. Sometimes with such enthusiasm that he knocks us over. Achi, who was the friendliest and most amiable to the children's games when he was little, has become more distant. Maybe it is just maturity? If I had money to get the boys neutered, it might make a difference. One thing at a time, though.