Oct 16, 2007 00:53
I'm going to try something. I'm hoping maybe this will help me to get back on lj a little more often-if not to post, at least to comment. I'm going to delete several of the people on my FL. A lot of them no longer comment or comment so rarely, or I comment so rarely on theirs, I don't feel that we really have that much in common, other than being bipolar. I don't mean to offend anyone. That is not my intention at all.
Things have been fairly quiet for me lately. Same old same old. I did order two things for my trip to NY in November when Leah has her baby. One is a very thick, warm coat-length parka (originally $130-I got it for $15!), which I ordered from Classic Closeouts.com. I recieved that one on time. I also ordered a pair of boots from Amazon, which were supposed to arrive the same day...last Friday. I tracked the package, and it says it arrived in Phoenix Friday morning at 10:46 am, and was "In Transit". It's now 1:07 am, Tuesday morning, and still no package. I checked the UPS tracking page again, and it still says "In Transit." How long does it take to "transit" to my house? The dumb part about it is that both are shipped UPS. How come they can deliver one on time, and not the other?
I'm so excited about going to NY. I've never been there before. It's supposed to be La Nina this year, which means a warmer, drier winter for the SW. So when I get to NY, it's going to seem much colder than it really will be, to me. I can't wait to see what Eve looks like. The only thing I know for sure is that she's got Leah's nose, and seems to look like Andrew around the eyes and forehead area. And she's gonna be pretty. And smart.
I'm spending the night at my mother's Thursday nite, cuz she has to be at Mayo at 7:40, Friday morning. I can't imagine what time I'm gonna have to get up, since it takes nearly an hour to get there from her house. It's gonna be an all day affair. Lab work, podiatrist, dermatologist, and complete physical. I'm always afraid of what they're gonna say. I know that sometime during the course of the day, the subject of her being in a nursing home or at least assisted living is going to come up. But I know she'll ignore it. Her memory seems to have cleared up, so she's thinking fine. Which means she still can make her own decisions. There was a thing on the local news the other night about the most depressing jobs. Number two on the list was working in the food service industry (I was working at Fatburger when I had my last breakdown), and number one was...drum roll...taking care of very young, or very old people. This is for supposedly "normal" people! Is it any wonder I had the breakdown?
I forgot to mention the best thing that's happened to me lately. I learned that an organization called "Triple R" has volunteer opportunities for mentally ill. They have a big list of different things you can choose. You can do it as often or as little as you want, so you don't feel overwhelmed or obligated if you don't feel well enough to come in. It's only three hours at a time. One of my manic dreams was to run my own homeless shelter, with money I won from Publishers' Clearing House (yeah, that's gonna happen). One of the things on the list was working in a dining room for homeless people. I pounced on that one. I thought that I was going to be working in the kitchen, and was disappointed that I wouldn't have direct contact with the people. Turns out, I was right out in the dining room, handing out butter and napkins to the people as they came in. Not the most glamorous job in the world. But it lets me be with the people I love, and it's not just some manic delusional dream. It's something that I can really do, even with my limitations. I love it.