Gramma,
After I mowed the yard yesterday, I was suddenly overcome with exhaustion. My mower is a tractor. Mowing is a pretty passive activity that I enjoy, especially when I am low on energy. I get to admire all the flower beds, yard décor and animals. It is an especially robust year. Everything is lush and bigger than life. This is the third time in the last week that the only option is to lay down. I'm even too tired to watch TV. The earliest I can see my regular doctor is three weeks away.
My monthly mental health appointment was today. My therapist has finally taken the plunge and given two week's notice. Her supervisor has repeatedly claimed programs she has developed as her own work. There is also that backstabbing and lack of appreciation thing. I hear the same complaints from many of my working friends. We are both working on the big picture.
We talked briefly about my daughter-in-law not returning my calls, which means the kids have not spent any time this summer making memories with me. She is angry about something, but won't tell me what. She is pregnant and crabbier than usual. It is a sad thing to deprive us of time together because she has a butt hurt. Meanwhile, I will send the kids postcards. Life is getting shorter by the minute. Get over yourself.
If the weather holds, Dave and I are going to a biker event when he gets home. It's been dreary and sprinkling. There is nothing planned for dinner and there will be food. I ate a dozen monster cookies today. I got them at a garage sale. Find of the day was a lot of gypsy looking bedroom stuff--pillows, curtains. fabrics. I am thinking for my granddaughter's bedroom she will have in the basement when her baby sister gets her old room. Maybe it will wait until teen years. I have storage space in my hoarding shed.
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