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The Distracted Woman's Daybook (37)

The Distracted Woman's Daybook
(idea based on one by Peggy Hostetler; concept revision by Angie Brennan; other changes are mine)

my 'Mad Men Yourself' iconIn my front yard... and everywhere outside, it's soggy and damp. Not sure when the rain is due to end, but it can't be soon enough for me. It may be good for the crops, but it's bad for both my mood and my commute.

Around the house... much clutter is gone, thanks to the impending visit of the water meter repair person. The Man helped, which was nice of him but also quite fair of me to ask for (since a lot of the accumulated junk came from our oldest son, who dumped all his things in the front room of the old family homestead when he finished college, then didn't take them with him when he moved out of state for an internship & stayed there).

In the kitchen... ditto on less clutter. Also, I made soup. Yum.

I am pondering... existence. Frankly, I am weary of mine. I'm not saying that I'm a danger to myself or anything, but I will admit that this would be a very bad time for me to get a deadly disease that involved momentous choices regarding whether and how to treat it. It wouldn't take much for me to just throw up my hands and say, "the heck with it."

Again, this isn't really a cry for help. It's just that sometimes you have to say out loud the shocking thing you're thinking, or your head feels like it will explode from holding it in.

I am hoping... to get out of this funk, but I'm not sure how. There's been bad stuff happening at church, and then the Man betrayed an important confidence of mine to Number Three Son, and as a result of both I'm feeling very small and very stressed.

I am learning... sorry; I got nothin'. Ask me in a month or so, when I'll have achieved some kind of resolution to the church crisis.

I am thankful for... Number Three Son. I would not be alive today except for him, and he's still the reason I get out of bed in the morning.

I am wearing... a black-and-white outfit. Work clothes. (Here's a funny: I was wearing the jacket -- not a proper jacket; more like a shawl with sleeves -- inside out, till a helpful student in my first class shyly pointed it out. The absent-minded professor, indeed.)

I am creating... nothing. All right, possibly an ulcer, with all my worrying.

I am going... nowhere. That's metaphorically, mind you. Also, out of my mind.

I am reading... recipes, as a substitute for actually preparing them and ingesting mass calories.

I've been watching... too much TV. Agent Carter is my current favorite -- girl power AND the 1940s! Also, NCIS, the comfort food of TV shows. And Downton Abbey -- one episode left! Poor Edith ...

I've been listening to... Hamilton, but I think I'll have to stop, as it makes me very emotional.

I am looking forward to... nothing. Okay, the Star Trek concert on my birthday. But, otherwise, nothing.

One of my favorite things... is fantasizing about winning money so I can quit my job. At the moment, it -- the fantasizing, I mean -- is about the only thing that gets my endorphins flowing.

My plans for the rest of the week... are basically to survive it.

A quote for today... "There are seasons in every country when noise and impudence pass current for worth; and in popular commotions especially, the clamors of interested and factious men are often mistaken for patriotism." ― Alexander Hamilton (according to the Internet, at least)

Here is a picture I am sharing with you... from Facebook. It's a Peeps Diorama made for the Washington Post's 2016 contest by Kate Ramsayer, Helen Fields and Joanna Church. Ms. Ramsayer posted the photo to FB.

And, yes, it's Hamilton.


(Crossposted to Dreamwidth)