Rainy day, time to write
Since I broke my leg last February, I've worked only an average of 22-24 hours a week. One would think that this gives me plenty of time to rest and get something accomplished. Not so. It's almost as though I'm slipping more and more into an depression, though I don't feel depressed, only sometimes. When I get enough sleep, I do much better. The biggest thing about all of this is that I am so not feeling energetic. The one thing that I have noticed more than before is that the less I move the less energy I have. Before, when I was working 10 to 12 hours a day, I had more energy than I do now, when I'm moving less. So, how to balance needing rest and getting more energy going?
K left a week ago to home to Ghana for anywhere from 3-5 months. The beginning of the week I was totally freaked out. I felt so out of control. This feeling is akin to the one I had when my son left the home. I couldn't protect anymore. I had to let go. Except that he, my son, had all of his faculties in place. K doesn't. In Ghana, nobody knows what is going on. He's told nobody about his dementia diagnosis. He's told very few people over here. But a few have already begun to notice all on their own. So, I'm very worried about things for him. He's made a few choices, very unwise choices already, impacting him not only now, but endangering his care in the future. So, freaking out feels justified.
In a week I'll be flying there. He's all ready to do the tourist ting with me, not realizing that - really - I just want to educate people about his condition. But I have to be there because his sisters and brother are not very educated. I may well be underestimating them and their ability. Hell, maybe they know more about dementia than I do. To alleviate my anxiety about having K taken care of, I want to be there. Heck, maybe I'll even get a bit of vacation done. Until then, there is a lot of work to be done: Shopping for gifts, getting the house clean, getting a crown and possibly a root canal - seriously.
I finally got my act together in the garden, and planted some winter veggies. They are doing great and the rain is helping big time to keep the cost of water down. Heck, maybe I should specialize in winter vegetables. They are the totally green ones that are said to be healthier. I've been so envious of Jen's wonderful garden, and that got me inspired. A couple of months ago, she had a salad made from her harvest, and it was so yummie. It opened my eyes about what's possible. So, here I am and I can't wait for the plants to get bigger, so I can harvest the tender leaves of kale, mustard greens and cabbage. Yummy!
K left a week ago to home to Ghana for anywhere from 3-5 months. The beginning of the week I was totally freaked out. I felt so out of control. This feeling is akin to the one I had when my son left the home. I couldn't protect anymore. I had to let go. Except that he, my son, had all of his faculties in place. K doesn't. In Ghana, nobody knows what is going on. He's told nobody about his dementia diagnosis. He's told very few people over here. But a few have already begun to notice all on their own. So, I'm very worried about things for him. He's made a few choices, very unwise choices already, impacting him not only now, but endangering his care in the future. So, freaking out feels justified.
In a week I'll be flying there. He's all ready to do the tourist ting with me, not realizing that - really - I just want to educate people about his condition. But I have to be there because his sisters and brother are not very educated. I may well be underestimating them and their ability. Hell, maybe they know more about dementia than I do. To alleviate my anxiety about having K taken care of, I want to be there. Heck, maybe I'll even get a bit of vacation done. Until then, there is a lot of work to be done: Shopping for gifts, getting the house clean, getting a crown and possibly a root canal - seriously.
I finally got my act together in the garden, and planted some winter veggies. They are doing great and the rain is helping big time to keep the cost of water down. Heck, maybe I should specialize in winter vegetables. They are the totally green ones that are said to be healthier. I've been so envious of Jen's wonderful garden, and that got me inspired. A couple of months ago, she had a salad made from her harvest, and it was so yummie. It opened my eyes about what's possible. So, here I am and I can't wait for the plants to get bigger, so I can harvest the tender leaves of kale, mustard greens and cabbage. Yummy!