Gosh it’s been ages since I was hungover, I really can’t remember – and I was tipsy enough when I came home last night I fired up the computer and wrote another 200 words on top of what I’d done that day, which was approximately 500.
Now I get to take this wackiness to church, oh doodie. Alex and Katie are threatening to be there. We shall see.
This morning Katie ponied up incredibly cute pix of Alex playing in fingerpaint. His expression makes him look like a tagger in training. Our little anarchist.
No cpap. Freaking allergies.
If brO gets to the lawn this afternoon I’ll do the weed whipping. It’s not for us, it’s for a) the landlord and b) the neighbours. I’d love it if the grass got tall, and so would the cats. Also the rats. The deluge of vermin has halted – the last one was while brO was gone.
Yay, I have the chords for Ain’t No Rest For the Wicked.
Here are some deep philosophical questions by way of Mary Bennett, from James Hollis PhD:
1) Where do my dependencies show up in my intimate relationship?
2) What am I asking my partner to do for me that I, as a mature adult, need to be doing for myself?
3) Am I taking too much responsibility for the emotional well-being of the Other? Am I taking on his/her journey at the expense of my own, and if so, why?
4) In what ways do I seek to avoid suffering?
5) What fears, lack of permission or old behaviors block me from living my life?
I wish I had asked these questions of myself 10 years ago.
