Going back to school in the MMP

shoe, I’m usually in bed by 9:30 through the week. I get up stupid early, so I need my beauty sleep. :stuck_out_tongue:

metal mouse and nettie, you’ve made me hungry for bananas. I’ll have to put them on the grocery list.

I hope that OverlyGirl heals well wordy.

{{{Moooooooom and family}}} It’s hard watching your parents age.

I, too, has a sad about Eddie VanHalen. His music plays a prominent role in the soundtrack of my life.

Today was a busy, but chill day at irk. I answered questions from the department analyst about some of the reports that he’d never done, but he came through with flying colors. He said that it helped that I sent some instructions in a PowerPoint presentation for him.

Today is my dad’s 83rd birthday, so I’ll call him once KP is done. I’m hoping to go up there for Thanksgiving, although I likely won’t be able to stay all week like I usually do.

Stay safe and healthy y’all!

So, another day is coming to an end. Thankfully. Good grief. I’m done with all this COVID crap. Yesterday evening, we lost a very close family friend, who is also our neighbor, to COVID. They vented him earlier in the day, but, they knew he wasn’t going to make it, so, they let him go. I just got a message from one of my neighbor’s daughters. She said they’re going to have a remembrance carry-in, at their mom & dad’s house. No. Their mom just came home from the hospital. They (Our dead friend, and his wife) both tested positive for the 'Rona. Soooo, no. I won’t be going. Good grief! WTF are they thinking?!

My daughter’s COVID test came back negative, today. So, we’re thrilled about that!

FCM, I hope your in-laws finally see the light, and let FCD move them closer to you. Wow. I know what a hassle it is. I committed fraud on SO many levels about 10 years ago…I had to fake a letterhead/envelope, from the local BMV, address it to my grandma, and typed out a letter to her, saying it was from the BMV, telling her that they have revoked her driver’s license, because of her age, and an order from the doctor. Boy, was she pissed. Honestly, it was the ONLY way I got her to stop driving. Her AD was horrible, but, she still had some wits (Not many, though!) about her. So, it was a very difficult time.

I wish everyone a peaceful night. I’m pooped. Sleep well!

There you go again calling yourself names. Don’t do that.

These public figures mean something to us. Musicians especially anchor us to deeply meaningful and emotional moments in our tender years. They wrote the soundtrack for times when we were emotionally open and sensitive-- raw even. When one of them departs this life it’s another link to the past – broken. I’m older than you, so Van Halen is not one of mine, but when Paul Simon goes or, God forbid, Paul McCartney… I’m going to be sobbing my guts out. They are linked to my college years and my first marriage, to friends who are gone, and locales I’ll never see again, to both good and bad times.

Don’t be mean to yourself or curse yourself for having tender human feelings. I wince when I read that.

So many of my favorites have gone. RIP Eddie

I think the one who’s death hit me the hardest was Janis Joplin. I was, and remain, a huge fan.

FCM, count me among those who hope all goes well with FCD And the folks.

Lost my Mom in January at the age of 78. Among my parents and in-laws, she was the last of the four to go, and the oldest at her death.

Meanwhile, Mrs. W’s grandmother recently passed at 102. She had been a financial and emotional burden on her remaining daughter in her final years.

So even though we both miss our parents terribly, I wonder if it’s something of a blessing that we won’t have to deal with elderly parents even as we age ourselves… Or am I a terrible person to even think that?

He called from MM150 in ND. I expect he’ll stop shortly after he hits SC, unless he tires sooner. I plan to stay up till he stops, but that will be a challenge for me, not being a night person.

There’s no way they can afford an assisted living facility, but we could have them here with visiting nursing if necessary. But convincing them…

You are a very kind person. I wasn’t raised to call myself names. Like so much else, it was learned behavior from a bad time. I so appreciate your calling it to my attention and your wise words.

We never had the kneel test, but we did have to put our arms straight down at our sides and the skirts had to reach the ends of our fingertips. It wasn’t enforced that often. Most girls rolled their waistbands. That wasn’t my thing.

Theme for today has been therapy and more therapy. Group in the morning. The therapist and I don’t quite see eye-to-eye. She gets annoyed with me because I stutter, first of all, and so don’t answer as quickly as she would like. And I suppose it must just be a hard, frustrating job and I, in particular, must be kind of hard to deal with. Also, I think everyone else has been at it like two months longer than I have, so practically everyone else is being discharged this week. And the depression and ECT have scrambled my brains so that any intelligence or eloquence I used to have is pretty well gone, but I haven’t quite adapted to it, so… there’s that. When possible, I try to stick with short answers, but some of the time, I can give her an answer that is exactly what someone else said or what she just told us and it’s wrong when I say it, but right for everyone else and I. just don’t know. I don’t want to make her job harder. I’m not trying to be difficult.

Therapist number two, the individual LPN, is a lot more patient, but only has a few minutes with each person. She recommended therapist number three, whom I spoke with on the phone for a few minutes. She does a sort of specialized kind of program called CAMS that’s supposed to help with chronic suicidal ideation. I’ll see her next week via video chat.

Apart from that, I sent in my absentee ballot and my mom actually stopped by with a Sun Basket meal. I guess she has a subscription, but it ends up being too much food. So I have a pasta-with-peas-and-spinach thing in the fridge that I can make. So… idk. I’m struggling in about a thousand different ways and appetite (wrapped up in a bunch of other complicated factors that make it a lot less simple than it seems like it should be) is one of them. One second, it looks good and I’m starving and maybe I’ll make it- but then the idea of actually consuming it is a recipe for a panic attack. So I’m trying to logic-and-common-sense my way into being okay with said pasta at the moment… but also, it’s almost 8 PM, so it’s probably not happening tonight.

No therapies tomorrow. I have the kids. Hoping for a relatively smooth day. Have to pick up prescriptions at some stage.

Thank you :kissing_heart: will submit your kindness to my inner self. Cross your fingers.

I hope you get to stay the whole week and get to give and get lots of love and hugs. Speaking as an ‘old folk’ that’s what I crave most.

Happy news!

Today I early voted at the Election Commission, so no FU! Trump! ballot getting lost in the mail for me. Tomorrow is flu shot and last shingles vaxx. Telling all of you to keep me honest.

Boo

Girl, you’re singin’ the song of my people.

I’ve wanted deviled eggs for about a thousand years, it feels like. I bought eggs (a couple times over now) and it’s not like I don’t know how to make 'em but … here’s another time off stretch where I thought, repeatedly, about making stupid fucking boiled eggs, and did not do so.

he’s horribly off course if he’s in ND. :wink:

nellie, you’re not beng foolish. Music and musicians are part of our lives.

Happy Birthday redDad!

Good luck on the potential new therapist, Dots.

Red, thanks for the reminder, I didn’t get my evening banana when I ate my Mac-n-Cheese, so I just assimilated it after reading your note.

Soccer practice was a bust, only 3 out of 13 girls came, this is Fall Break for the schools, but I figured I’d get at least 8-9 players show up. The three that did are among my best (and most mature) girls, so we did get some work done, and they all really enjoy playing soccer. Now have to decide if a Friday practice is warranted…

nona, good news on daughter. I had a COVID test about a month ago, I’m wondering given the coaching and refereeing I’m doing if I should get another. Thinking about it (I feel fine).

Dot, you may have trouble expressing yourself verbally, but show here some of what you write; you have no trouble showing your intelligence and awareness here.

FCM, I trust you meant NC (North Carolina) instead of ND (North Dakota). That would really be a wrong turn at Albuquerque… But I agree with nellie, if they won’t move North to you guys, they really need to be looking at assisted living options in Florida. And good plan on the loan.

BBBoo, 11-12 year olds can be wonderfully mature or absolute hellions…and not much in-between, IMHO. And got my flu shot today, took all of 4 minutes (3 of them to read/sign the form as they took my BP) and hardly felt it.

Shoe, dog was probably a Great Pyrenees (https://vetstreet-brightspot.s3.amazonaws.com/ff/3691e0a75511e0a0d50050568d634f/file/Great-Pyrenees-3-645mk062411.jpg), lovely dogs with a very calm personality.

Not much else to report, no nappage again so probably a 10-11pm bedtime. Readin’ and Internettin’ and TV’in’ till then.

Take care all.

I never went to Catholic School (or any private school for that matter) and the more I read your comments, the happier that makes me…

Yeah, NC, not ND. It was autocorrect for some stoopit reason. Anyway, he just called from Fayetteville, NC. He’s stopped, so it’s my turn for sleepy-bye. Nighty-night!

Dot, you’re pretty eloquent in your posts here. A good therapist would understand about the stutter, ECT, etc., so I don’t get why she’s impatient. She should be able to look beyond the effects of the depression and ECT and see the essential you. We do, and we like you. :slight_smile:

Awww…big fuzzy warm hugs and kisses coming your way. :kissing_heart:

Hmmm…seems like telling her to go fuck herself might be appropriate. :angry: Just an idea.

@thelmalou said it better than I did, but I agree heartily. She is out of line. Sit politely for the length of the group, listen gently and non-judgmentally to others and decline to participate by offering any responses of yours since it makes you feel worse. You can always tell her your friend Nurse Boo said it was ok. I can guarantee that I have seniority on her and Thel can always send her to detention.

Boo

The voice of sanity. How can there not be beans in chili?

Beans are insanity. I say this because I detest beans, and my definition of insanity is the vociferous defense of anything I detest. FWIW (full disclosure: nothing), every article on the history of chili says the original stuff did NOT contain beans. More important, the International Chili Society, which sponsors the more prestigious chili cook-offs, bans the use of beans in Red Chili.

But I’m a broad-minded gal. Feel free to add beans to your bowl of chili at table. :slight_smile:

Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to sort.
I like beans in my chili. But spaghetti in chili is an abomination caused by having to root for the Bungles as your NFL team.

0315:
Gordie: : dreams of salted pork strip wrapped Chicken Kiev :
Me: “Gordie, wake up, time to go out.”
Gordie: “skrzzlx?”