three weeks of physical discomfort and mental relief. then three weeks of mental discomfort and physical relief. there can be no middle ground with me. do i make it this way? do i force it to be black-and-white? all-or-nothing?
the hond is going through a chew-everything phase. i have to keep calling him out. this could be a very time-consuming post on my end as i keep having to stop and call him off something else he's chewing up of mine.
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annoying me at the moment (yes, back to no-caps) is the new neighbors' generator. as in they refuse to hook up electricity so instead they run a loud-ass motor sitting piled high up on a truck. how redneck can you get? oh yes by the way I do live in texas. :)
i think now i will do a "creative writing assignment" and then get the hell off the internet and do some much needed cleaning. and laundry. and make my bed. yes i do think.
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10 years later, I'm reading myself. I can't believe how much has changed, but most of all I am astounded at how much hasn't. I think I've grown of course. But the mental-discomfort-vs-physical-discomfort I'll always have to live with, it is what it is. I now know that I am BOTH one-track-minded AND distractable lmao due to inheriting my daddy's ADD.
ReplyDeleteThis post was written while my family and I were wading deep in grief for my baby sister, Mallorie, who had died about 2 years prior, September 2010. Now, my siblings and I are are holding onto each other as we stay afloat as grief yet again threatens to drown us. Our daddy died suddenly and unexpectedly November 2010, and our mommy almost a year after, December 2021.
It's like watching everything play out over again, almost, but through a mirror or something, since something's not quite right or it's different or it's missing something. But what's different is we're older, and we don't have our parents to anchor us.
Hannah, Matthew, Jacob - if any of you ever see this ever, I love each of you so much. I will always be there for you. Hannah, you are my best sister, that's a bond that will never break no matter how hard it's strained or tested. Matthew, you were my very first brother, you don't know how exciting that was for me, you're going to have to trust me on that one. Jacob, you are my baby brother, and I had so much fun taking care of you and being a sort of sister-mother, it was special to me. I love you, and we will make it through this by staying together.
-Carley T. O.