Be my guest!
And LNO, I once had a patient who came to see me after not wearing pants with his chainsaw. There are easier ways to do a circumcision. He was very lucky!
Scylla, sounds like you need to show Mrs. Scylla only the thread title, and see if that won’t relieve some stress. Rinse, lather, repeat.
Jillgat:
7.5 miles yesterday (I wanted to do more, but it was in the 90’s and very humid.) I didn’t time it. I run about 8 minute miles up to a distance of about 5 miles or so, and closer to nine if I’m going beyond 10 miles.
Too much meat.
Well, I did cook another roast beef today for my father’s birthday.
We’ll see if I get more hostile as the evening goes on.
I ran seven today too, and it was about 68F early in the morning with low humidity… You’re nuts to run in 90F. Guess everyone can’t live in New Mexico.
Sorry for the hijack.
My wife ran in Prospect Park, Brooklyn, yesterday morning before the heat became too brutal. It was about 80 degrees, 86 per cent humidity. She said it almost killed her, and she’s been known to run in hailstorms and blizzards.
I wouldn’t run myself, you understand. Unless I was chased.
Scylla should cut himself some slack. (No, put down the Stihl chainsaw, you doofus.)
So freeform concerns are setting off distress lights in your head. Change is stressful in the abstract but moving is a real pisser, no matter what. Of course you have warning lights flashing and random, inchoate worries bleeeding over tidy boundaries. The Scyllas are in flux right now and systems won’t settle back to “normal” until you all make the move and FIND your new normality.
You’re adjusting coordinates for the leap to hyperspace. Stepping into the lava-lamp tubes of the Transporter Room. Preparing to dive, all dive. (“WHOOO-gah, WHOOO-gah.”) Mentally and otherwise, you’re gearing up for a change.
Do NOT criticize, attack, second-guess or beat up on Scylla.
Dopers will handle that, thenk yew yerra much.
::dodges lethally hurled, authentic Amish horse flop::
Sheesh.
Veb
P.S.
- LOOM threateningly over anyone moving the Chair of Ultimate Power.
- Plastic grocery sacks and cheapie glitter-thread to tie Baby Scylla’s treasures; easy to keep separate, toss in the car and get her settled immediately in her new home.
- Move or make arrangements for smoking hardwood from the farm. Nothing says “home” more surely than lucious food cooking.
- Toss dreck and mark boxes, not just by content/room but by priority (1,2,3). You may value Great Aunt Hilda’s bone china and your off-season sweaters but you’ll need the can opener, bath mat, etc.
Ceejaytee feels Scylla’s pain . . . aw, the hell with it.
I am pregnant with our first child. My company moved from lively NYC to totally dead downtown Newark three weeks ago. The office was broken into and vandalized in the second week (and we’re on the 7th, 8th and 9th floors–how the hell did they find us?) My husband and I are moving to a bigger apartment in another state next month. We have to move the contents of two households (my stuff is still in storage) and two cats (one of them is 15 and suffering from occassional “elder” problems) when I am 6 months pregnant. My husband lost his job in November and has begun a (so far) successful freelance writer gig–but without a steady income is suffering from occassional sleepness nights and alternating depression/anger/frustration at the thought that his wife and son-to-be won’t be provided with all we need.
His red lights are flashing too. I tell him he should cut himself some slack. I tell you the same.
Glad to know your self-evaluation systems are doing their job. Keep up the good work.
Ah. Things sink into place somewhat.
I’m undergoing similar at the moment and my warning lights have been blinking like fuck for about 2 months. Normally nobody can say anything that particularly riles me - water off a ducks back. But the process of moving jobs and looking for a house has really set me to psycho mode of late. I’m having to remember to think thrice, let alone twice about everything I say.
It sucks. I’d say I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt but like I say, at the moment I’m not even giving my own darling mother the benefit of the doubt. It’ll end - eventually.
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Silo thinks that people that talk in 3rd person are just plain weird.
::The self-evaluation section of Silo’s brain flashes::
Some thoughts on moving.
The Kamandi’s have moved eight times in the last six years. Four of those moves were over 2000 miles.
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Do not try to squeeze the entire task into your head at once. It will not fit. This is likely the source of all those red lights.
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Make a list of all the things that need to be done. This list will be terrifyingly long, but just remember point #1. Break the move into manageable chunks and deal with them one at a time. A list will help you focus on the task at hand and keep you on track to a smooth move.
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Moving is hard and it takes lots of preparation and time, but it is not impossible. People much less capable than you do it all the time.
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Leaving your home, family and friends sucks shit, but remember: you’re doing this to make life better for yourself and your family.
Time to do a level 1 diagnostic.
But, if you don’t mind a single observation from far away and from someone who does not know you:
Do not underestimate the stress levels associated with moving. On the list of life’s stress filled events, moving comes right up there with losing a loved one and changing jobs. Really. It may not seem like such a big deal on the surface, but it hits every animal instinct: shelter, the feeling of safety when you know where you are, all the little rhythms and patterns that are associated with the primary place that you live and where you feel safe and secure. It has to do with the place you retreat to after work, where you repair yourself and recreate yourself for the rest of your life outside your family. When you change that, it will be stressful. It will be much more stressful than you realize, or know on a conscious level.
So if you want some free advice, worth every single damn penny I’m charging you, take some time during the move to be good to yourself and the family. Do familiar, comfortable things. Have dinner in the favorite restaurant. Play in the favorite park. Do things together. I know it is a hectic time, but find some area in there sometime to be together with each other. You can’t depend on the place any more, so depend on the people more. Relax with each other and see if those red lights don’t dim a bit.
And have fun with the new house. It may be stressful, but it can be fun too. I just did that last year, and it’s exciting.