The first task in relaxing came
in the form of sailing out to the washing line to hang washing. It’s been raining for days on end so I’ve
been able to get nothing dry. Yesterday
I had to drag a whole lot of stuff back into the house and spin-dry them so I
could put them into the dryer. Today
looks like I can at least air towels prior to throwing them in the dryer.
Instead, the pile of towels
remains in a basket in the garage. I got
to the line, put my hand in the peg bucket and withdrew two pegs and a
bee. So relaxing has gone quickly out of
the window. I’m anaphylactic. In short, I’m allergic… To everything.
The last time I was stung by a
bee I had this weird swelling combination.
My knees blew up like balloons (at least it made my calves look slim);
my fingers swelled up like polish sausages…
Not the hands, just the fingers, which trust me, is not attractive; and
my lips, already quite full, would have put Mick Jagger to shame.
I can feel my finger puffing as
I type. Oh well, looks like the dryer is
getting a work out today after all.
The mound of washing I have is
endless… The Girl from my side is here
with us at the moment. Her life had been
unraveling for a while, and last week she decided it was time to get it
reraveled. In reality, only she can
change the trajectory of her life, but it doesn’t hurt to call mum and say, “I
need help…” Hell, in the scheme of
things I’m glad that as a parent, she felt that she could call me and talk
about the worst of it.
So the week has consisted off
planning and phone calls and organization, dotted with discussion on moving
forward. None of it pretty, but a
necessity. I am at least seeing a light
at the end of the tunnel, but she can’t move back to her place until I know that
she will be okay.
You may figure this is easy,
given that it is my kid…
Let me put it this way; she is a
young adult, not a surly kid. She is
also mine, which tends to make me like her more. But in her depression, neatness seems to have
flown out the window. I am now on just
over a week without the bed in the spare room being made. Don’t think I haven’t mentioned this, or
nagged, or ordered. I have. But it has fallen on deaf ears.
Okay, she gets a little grace,
given the state of her life; but when she get’s home later today, she will find
the Bed Fairy story I wrote and left on the kid’s pillow when he started out
coming here.
And speaking of the kid, this
weekend he is here. What fun. There will be four of us. No idea how that is going to work. Having said that, it will be good for me. Why?
Because the Squeeze hasn’t said a peep about the girl being here; not
one word. Granted, he couldn’t care less
if this place turned into “clean freak hell”, but still… Maybe I just need to “suck it up” more.
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