Another go at a year.
The Christmas/Holliday season has ended, with only the impending Wintereenmas to brighten our days.
I got a digital camera from my folks.
I think it's a hint.
I went down to Lousiiana to visit them.
Took the grandkid with.
Mommy didn't come.
Their part of the world is a bit different these days.
A large portion of New Orleans is still trashed.
Even the places that people have been able to get to aren't cleaned up much.
There's debris everywhere.
Along the freeways you can see trash in ammounts even the locals think is excessive.
What shops are open are either struggling or doing more buisness than ever.
Nearby in Mississippi things are a bit worse along the coast.
We travelled a short distance along the beach so that I could see what had happened.
Alot of buildings simply weren't there any more.
All that was left were pilings or a slab.
Along one stretch there used to be houses for at least mile in either direction along the beach.
None of them are there any more.
Helped me to appreciate what I had.
The trip also took off my shoulders alot of the child rearing duties, as my mother was only too happy to play with her grandchild.
I found that without the constant screaming in my ears, demands on my attention, etc., that I am a nice, sane, kind person.
I've been trying to keep that attitude after I returned, but it's hard.
While we were away the gnomes cleaned up our living room and a couple other spaces.
The TV and DVD player are now in the basement away from small eyes and fingers.
Since getting back I've managed to clean a fair portion of my room.
Mostly it involved hijacking a shelf from the hallway and putting it in my room.
After all that heavy lifting it only took about 10 minutes for me to be ablt to get to my closet again.
The closet is on the list right after laundry.
Ex-gf has gone into another random fit of depression.
She keeps telling me it's nothing that can be fixed, that she'll always be this way, etc, etc, etc.
When pressed, she says it's because she's paying for a mistake and that she can't ever make it right.
Yea, could you be a little more vague, please?
It's obviously something she doesn't feel comfortable telling me.
Knowing her, it's probably not a drug or gambling problem.
I don't like to have to deal with a person who lays around like a lump and won't interact with life.
Thing is, as soon as she talks of killing herself again, I'll have to act.
I don't want to. I never do it right.
I should probably find the number for a mental help line at least.
I got a digital camera from my folks.
I think it's a hint.
I went down to Lousiiana to visit them.
Took the grandkid with.
Mommy didn't come.
Their part of the world is a bit different these days.
A large portion of New Orleans is still trashed.
Even the places that people have been able to get to aren't cleaned up much.
There's debris everywhere.
Along the freeways you can see trash in ammounts even the locals think is excessive.
What shops are open are either struggling or doing more buisness than ever.
Nearby in Mississippi things are a bit worse along the coast.
We travelled a short distance along the beach so that I could see what had happened.
Alot of buildings simply weren't there any more.
All that was left were pilings or a slab.
Along one stretch there used to be houses for at least mile in either direction along the beach.
None of them are there any more.
Helped me to appreciate what I had.
The trip also took off my shoulders alot of the child rearing duties, as my mother was only too happy to play with her grandchild.
I found that without the constant screaming in my ears, demands on my attention, etc., that I am a nice, sane, kind person.
I've been trying to keep that attitude after I returned, but it's hard.
While we were away the gnomes cleaned up our living room and a couple other spaces.
The TV and DVD player are now in the basement away from small eyes and fingers.
Since getting back I've managed to clean a fair portion of my room.
Mostly it involved hijacking a shelf from the hallway and putting it in my room.
After all that heavy lifting it only took about 10 minutes for me to be ablt to get to my closet again.
The closet is on the list right after laundry.
Ex-gf has gone into another random fit of depression.
She keeps telling me it's nothing that can be fixed, that she'll always be this way, etc, etc, etc.
When pressed, she says it's because she's paying for a mistake and that she can't ever make it right.
Yea, could you be a little more vague, please?
It's obviously something she doesn't feel comfortable telling me.
Knowing her, it's probably not a drug or gambling problem.
I don't like to have to deal with a person who lays around like a lump and won't interact with life.
Thing is, as soon as she talks of killing herself again, I'll have to act.
I don't want to. I never do it right.
I should probably find the number for a mental help line at least.