Self-Imposed Schizophrenia
Life with the 'Roo . . . went to scrape frost off of windows and seal around back window popped off. Reason 462 that I am in the market for a new vehicle. Hopefully my obsession with cars will end soon with the purchase of a sturdy vehicle that I will cherish for the next 14 years of my life (which is partly why I am very tempted by little extras like sunroofs and heated seats.
Life with family . . . my dad passed away on Martin Luther King day - and I realized that if there was going to be a memorial, it was most likely up to me to both fund and plan it. I decided that my father was a "good old boy" - so I'm giving him the best "good old boy" farewell I could think of . . . I've called his favorite bar and am having an informal gathering where friends can dedicate a last drink to him.
Oddly, I find myself looking forward to his memorial. I have so many bad memories over the past five years . . . but his old friends don't have those memories. They remember him how he used to be . . . and I think that is EXACTLY the does of medicine that I need right now. I spent the past two days writing his obituary, and much to my surprise, I began unearthing good memories. . .
Someday I will be able to look at a photo album and not cry.
But all of this has led to me being slightly schizophrenic. I am juggling too many things at once (but what else is new?). I am trying to be a good mother, a good daughter, organize a memorial, and keep track of all my duties as a legal secretary. I am searching for a new car, and working on a new budget.
And did I mention I need to get going on plans for a friend's wedding?
I keep telling myself that life will slow down. Maybe someday I'll be dumb enough to believe it. But, in the meantime, I've discovered mead-filled chocolates and have hidden a stash in my drawers at work. I'm calling it self-medication.
This channel will now return to its regular program . . . with a chance of additional blogginess this weekend. Thank you for your patience while I experience technical difficulties . . .
Life with family . . . my dad passed away on Martin Luther King day - and I realized that if there was going to be a memorial, it was most likely up to me to both fund and plan it. I decided that my father was a "good old boy" - so I'm giving him the best "good old boy" farewell I could think of . . . I've called his favorite bar and am having an informal gathering where friends can dedicate a last drink to him.
Oddly, I find myself looking forward to his memorial. I have so many bad memories over the past five years . . . but his old friends don't have those memories. They remember him how he used to be . . . and I think that is EXACTLY the does of medicine that I need right now. I spent the past two days writing his obituary, and much to my surprise, I began unearthing good memories. . .
Someday I will be able to look at a photo album and not cry.
But all of this has led to me being slightly schizophrenic. I am juggling too many things at once (but what else is new?). I am trying to be a good mother, a good daughter, organize a memorial, and keep track of all my duties as a legal secretary. I am searching for a new car, and working on a new budget.
And did I mention I need to get going on plans for a friend's wedding?
I keep telling myself that life will slow down. Maybe someday I'll be dumb enough to believe it. But, in the meantime, I've discovered mead-filled chocolates and have hidden a stash in my drawers at work. I'm calling it self-medication.
This channel will now return to its regular program . . . with a chance of additional blogginess this weekend. Thank you for your patience while I experience technical difficulties . . .
posted by Andrea Peach | 10:08 PM
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