"How suppressed am I, when I cannot bring myself to throw things.."
It's time to start learning new stuff....
- first make sure you know where the fuse box is and what switch is for where.
- how to change a fluorescent tube and figure what the starter is. and how it looks
- time to figure out that different bulbs have different wattage - and some slide in and some screw on ..
- how to change the plug if wiring gets shot (.. is it the green or, red or was it the earth wire ??)
- how to change the bathroom hose
- to to fix a leaky pipe if it can be done without the plumber ... ?? what's a faucet
- how to screw back a hinge on a cupboard door that's coming apart
- how to bang a nail into the wall ( or drill ??) - there are apparently some types of materials you don't just knock a nail in, not unless you like the look of spider web cracks
- how to buy the right size furniture and practical one too .. not just because the design is pretty...
I gave birth to three children, SO
I can do these ...
I think !
anyone know the number of a good, handy, handyman ?
Be Happy, Be Strong, Live Life. I write for the love of it; helps me think clearer and somehow it also gives me strength. it's been healing, it's been a journey; it's about me, being a mom, persons who mean much to me, memories, discoveries, where life has taken me and where I hope it will head. I am moving forward, I'm happier today (1 May 2012)
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 19, 2010
Emotional recoil ...
"It is the emotional recoil that kills you, the shock of stepping off the track of a conventional lifestyle and losing all the embracing comforts that keep so many people on that track forever. To create a family with a spouse is one of the most fundamental ways a person can find continuity and meaning in society."
Elizabeth Gilbert describes the feeling quite succinctly on why divorce feels like an upheaval. While on the one hand she has hit the nail on the head for most cases, in my case, there is no shock really as I have been moving off the track for a long while now. Ironically, I will finally have continuity.
It is a derailment of a different sort. My (overly) concern is for the shock of others in my mostly normal conventional family circle and how they might think of it and of me. Do I tell them, the whole sordid tale ?
I constantly tell my kids, stop worrying about what others think, if you are confident that it is right, then it is. What others think will not matter at your finish line.
It’s easier to preach than practice.
Oct 14, 2010
Still processing...
I've been searching but can't seem to locate bloggers who have been through the similar experiences that I have or had. I suppose not everyone is able to talk about it or share. The domestic abuse is one thing but this divorce business is something else.
My sister is very supportive 'good riddance to bad rubbish' and so on.
I get twinges of flashbacks and momentarily wish this nightmare was just that, a nightmare. Yesterday as I read a book and it came to the scene of a wedding, I saw that moment in my head, when my father walked me down the aisle and it brought tears to my eyes.
There's a pragmatic side that knows this is for the best, the emotional side is just weak, and mourning the waste of years. My life since marriage has been like a garden gradually overrun by a terrible weed (- that weed being my husband-) I tried for too long.
How forgiving should one be ?
I am looking forward to fresh scents, brighter days, clean air, a smoother road, consistent calm - a peaceful garden for the four of us.
Like my blogs, I shall have to separate memories to store away those moments as they turn up - good, bad and ugly.
My sister is very supportive 'good riddance to bad rubbish' and so on.
I get twinges of flashbacks and momentarily wish this nightmare was just that, a nightmare. Yesterday as I read a book and it came to the scene of a wedding, I saw that moment in my head, when my father walked me down the aisle and it brought tears to my eyes.
There's a pragmatic side that knows this is for the best, the emotional side is just weak, and mourning the waste of years. My life since marriage has been like a garden gradually overrun by a terrible weed (- that weed being my husband-) I tried for too long.
How forgiving should one be ?
I am looking forward to fresh scents, brighter days, clean air, a smoother road, consistent calm - a peaceful garden for the four of us.
Like my blogs, I shall have to separate memories to store away those moments as they turn up - good, bad and ugly.
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