mrs_sweetpeach | Project 52

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I finally managed to connect with my mom yesterday. She was in a pretty good mood and reports that she's proud of herself for getting up and doing things outside of her room. And that unlike our previous conversation, she wasn't in pain. I have no idea what body parts were hurting and it is exceedingly difficult to get straight answers out of her. My feeling is that she's missing words and doesn't also doesn't want to present evidence that her memory is not working correctly. Her go-to is to mumble something, interrupt herself with a laugh, and then immediately change the subject.

Jebra's folks are still down in Indiana and although I know they plan to come up for the summer, I have no idea when that will happen. I enjoyed the ride to and from Prudenville and relieved to see the house is still standing and had not been burgled. (There was no reason to suspect it would, that's my general paranoia showing). I was surprised by the number of trees that were cut down. I'm guessing it had to do with the power company but no one told me anything. Trees were missing from the lots on either side of the house, so I think it's some big thing, not something the folk's instigated.

I'm stressing out about the yard and wondering when we're going to get another complaint from the city. I'm just not stable enough to go out there and work by myself. If I fall down, I won't be able to get back up and that really cuts down on what I can do. I'm not sure I can even stand up from my rolling garden seat without assistance.

At some point on Sunday or Monday I watched The 2010s: Prime TV and found it very interesting, so much so that I couldn't really knit or crochet while it was on. I hadn't seen any of the shows that were talked about and don't feel I missed much. The only one that sounded really interesting to me was the one about drag culture but I can't try to find out more because I have no idea what the darn thing was called.

Last night I watched the season premier of Hoarders. It has been a long time since I'd seen the show and I don't know how to describe how I felt about it. Some of what was said about the home owners struck me as false ("I've never seen a house this bad/dangerous") because I can remember some being even worse. This one was interesting in the way it was hoarded, if you think of a stone wall with rocks of all sizes somehow being arranged into walls, that's what was done but with stuff, not rocks. And you could see what was on the surface of the wall, rather than the more usual piles of clothing or stacks of bags. I felt bad for the home-owners as it looked to me like 95% of the stuff ended up in trash bags and dumpsters without going through it to look for things like photographs or stuff that the family might want to keep in the family. Watching did not make me want to empty my own house even though I spent some time thinking about what I own that I really care about. I think my own problems have to do with sunk-cost fallacy (I spent good money on my stuff) and with not wanting things like my crystal vases to end up in a landfill. I don't want to keep them but I want them to make sure they're taken care of.

Scrapbook papers & elements from the kit Bohemian Breeze
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Project 52

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