Including these signs recently welcoming George W. Bush.
The 25th anniversary of the church establishment dinner was yummy fun; I didn’t get there early enough to do the percussion thing. On one hand I feel lousy for not doing what I said, or checking when I was supposed to be there; on the other hand I think I was miserably underrehearsed. Public performing less than two months after you purchase an instrument seems the height of hubris.
I’m in a very strange mood. I’ve come to the realization that there is something I keep doing which is really hurting my mental health, and I’m just trying to figure out how I stop doing it without going crazier than I was to start out with. I think I’ll pour myself another cup of coffee, have a piece of the 85% cocoa chocolate the Luddite insisted on leaving here (“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty at home”) and contemplate my options. With any luck, daughter Katie will be joining me this afternoon. The urge to kidnap her and do an intervention is urgent, but I think I can manage without doing anything dumb.
One of my LJ buddies was at the church dinner last night. I was thinking, Gosh, we finally get to talk IRL! and then her daughter threw up and they had to leave. For this, she commented wryly, I stuffed them all into their nice clothes (or words to that effect).
My granny is still in a lot of pain, but they found painkillers that work. I light a candle for her, and for the heroic amount of care she’s been getting from her two sons and daughtersinlaw. It makes me shudder to think what old age is like when we have no children, loved ones, or adoptive family to help us.
I light a candle for the folks who went to Nancy’s memorial service yesterday. I hope everybody stayed cheerful and full of happy memories. The grinding hard work of sorting the estate out – I light a big phalanx of candles for that heavy chore.
I made biscotti.
Off to meditate on mental health now.