Scenes from a Life. My pens. I sorted thru all the jars all around the house- testing to see what still worked and what was empty or dried up. The second and third from the left are mechanical pencils. One has lead the other is empty. They are quite nice (gifts I think from our bank). Thin but heavy. The others are Sharpie pens- I have them on the table for writing checks when I pay bills. Which I did after breakfast today.
The scissors. School scissors from when my fifty something (now) children were little. I still have this pair. The other two were bought in the 70's for household sewing. They came in a set of three. I think the smallest one is in my bathroom. Used to cut open the security strip around the necks of my mouthwash.
DebL mentioned picturing me dressed as Lawrence of Arabia. Not far from the actual. In cold weather. But in Summer- it's really loose pants and shirts- only linen. Which breathes. The looser the better.
I washed a load of clothes yesterday. Some clothing in the load and some table cloths. Napkins. I am washing every four or five days now. Some days I wash just so I can write in the washing machine pages. Because I have no one to actually 'talk" out loud with. And, I don't want to get too comfortable talking out loud to myself. Well, actually, I talk like there is someone listening even though I am alone. Crazy Woman. I think that makes me lonely..crazy...or without friends. I even stop talking in case there is someone who wants to talk to me. Ah, yes-- don't recommend therapy. I know exactly what is wrong with me. I was way healthier when I worked.
I talk to myself in my Morning Pages too. And some days I go back later and talk some more.
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