Tag: journal
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Ranking My Top 5 Regrets…
Wouldn’t that be a depressing way to spend your birthday? What I did instead was have a bit of lie in until the cat decided his breakfast was late. Then I had breakfast at the village markets with my ex-wife who gave me a lift out to collect my car from the farm and she…
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Like a Bird on a Wire…
Working at the farm is frosty hands and muddy boots and very solitary this month. Which is understandable because if I had a choice I wouldn’t move from the couch till spring. Maybe next winter that will be an option for me. I am in clearing paths mode this month, mainly clearing a path through…
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Time takes a cigarette…
I was really making some progress three years ago. I was just out of short and poorly thought out relationship, I was on a serious organization kick, and I was on a self managed therapy program. Two years ago I was still grieving the loss of my father, desperately trying to come to terms with…
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I Still Care…
When I tick the carer box on just about every form I fill out these days I still feel like it’s not a real thing. 20+ years of primary care for two ASD children, plus an ex who is definitely on the spectrum but I still feel like I would be judged to be more…
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The Thin Black and White Duke…
About 6 weeks ago a cat followed my eldest home from Taco Bell. A strange choice for a cat to make as my eldest is nervous around animals and taco bell is not a great option for cats, or for people to be honest. For the next few days the cat stuck around the backyard,…
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Lab Work…
It’s been a long week, and one of those especially difficult ones where I am forced to keep the fixed grin of functioning on. I was doing pretty well until about lunchtime when the wheels came off completely. Nothing dramatic just the proverbial straw on a camel thing. To be honest it wasn’t going to…
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Stop the Ride…
I’m having a hell of time focusing on things at the moment. Things are getting done, in a haphazard fashion, but it’s mostly the essentials and often even those are behind schedule. One of the kids had a shower and there weren’t any clean towels. I kind of feel things like that fall into the…
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My Only Real Job…
Another day of dealing with the seemingly never ending paperwork for my father’s estate. The court needs an occupation to put on my forms, because bureaucracy loves a label, so I just put carer because it’s simpler than trying to summarize the litany of various side hustles and small businesses I’ve shoehorned around the rest…
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Underneath…
I’m looking at old photos of the farm, trying to locate where things where originally, and where they still might be under all the trees etc. It’s also a lot easier to get a mental map of where to put things looking at pictures of the empty space. There are definitely areas that need to…
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Message in a Bottle…
I’m attempting a calming hobby, gardening in confined areas, terrariums mainly. After managing keep a peace lily alive for over 6 months I’m feeling confident enough to read a few books about this subject. This weekend I’m going to follow one of the recipes in this book and see how it goes.
Fat Bunny 