The ottoman over to my left. I am adding strips of cloth to a handsewn square. To keep myself from snacking all day long. The Handsewing Diet. The listening to the News Handsewing Diet.
I was going to move this image from the mail section of the desktop to the desktop picture file and while doing this I was notified that my "desktop" was being used by a newly purchased laptop. Somewhere. I have no idea if this is happening in tandem to me typing here- to you.....because I don't know anything about anything anymore. It seems. I may have been hyjacked.
Only 4 on today's Sudoko. I could only pencil in four numbers.
I need to add a few more straight pins to my pincushion. As the square gets large- I am needing more pins to attach the new strip to the square.
I watched Ancient Aliens last night (while eating frozen yogurt) and there was this tiny woman- who visited the site of a NOW very famous temple in Egypt. At the Time it was under the sand and no one knew it existed. This woman told them where to dig and then when they started to find building blocks- where to put them. She'd been given instructions years before- sort of like dictation from the spirit world. She wrote down what she heard.
For the first time in a long while they had a story that was obviously true and interesting. Newspapers had covered the story as it was happening. And digging up a vast temple and reconstructing it took many many years. She was my age (tomorrow) when it was completed- 76. Another reason it interested me. She looked frail and barely alive at 76.
One reason I haven't lost any HEIGHT as yet......we had soda (Coke) only on Christmas because Santa and Coke went together.. The rest of the year we drank whole milk. Period. Even in college cafeterias. I got a glass of milk with any meal. Only a few times a month did I have a Coke. Mainly because I had to buy it with my own money (cash) and I had very little money. And no one sent me additional money. No one sent me any letters.
See.....the family was so very very happy that I was GONE. Really. My mother even told me that. So happy I wasn't living with them........ I've given up thinking I might be "normal"...... I'm not. This might be why I got married..after my senior year.. So I wouldn't have to go home. Out of one mess and into another.
well, that was some family story! I hope you have written all of that down somewhere. Did you say you had siblings? If so, how were they treated? Family dynamics, family mental illnesses, and dysfunctional families and so interesting but heartbreaking. I think about my effed family all the time and how it impacted me.
ReplyDeleteDid everyone suggest therapy for you? They do for me.
ReplyDeleteYes. I have done years of therapy in my 30's. Not so much now.
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