So much change and so little change...
It's been a bad year. The blog before this? Yeah, stress at work escalating and escalating.
And my mother died - mere days after she was here, which was a huge help, but this Mother's Day was my first without true female genetic forebear - as Grandma passed last summer.
Dad is doing surprisingly well.
So March was full of suck, April wasn't much better, May's no good thusfar, and it's hard to say anything good about January and February.
Hopefully, that whole open window thing will actually happen. And, if all goes as it's almost been promised it will, it's the window/door I've been trying to kick my way through for 15 months.
But for my friends, my work family, good people who are mostly not the cause of the anguish and upset that afflicted me thusfar... they may not be so lucky.
And while we'll be alright, it's hard to keep tranquil while I am essentially powerless and unable to plan in the long term.
Then again, the long term isn't much more fun - going back home to try to help my darling sister take care of what passes as our mother's 'stuff' - the whole Viking funeral every rummage sale addict child envisions not having come to pass.
It's been a bad year. The blog before this? Yeah, stress at work escalating and escalating.
And my mother died - mere days after she was here, which was a huge help, but this Mother's Day was my first without true female genetic forebear - as Grandma passed last summer.
Dad is doing surprisingly well.
So March was full of suck, April wasn't much better, May's no good thusfar, and it's hard to say anything good about January and February.
Hopefully, that whole open window thing will actually happen. And, if all goes as it's almost been promised it will, it's the window/door I've been trying to kick my way through for 15 months.
But for my friends, my work family, good people who are mostly not the cause of the anguish and upset that afflicted me thusfar... they may not be so lucky.
And while we'll be alright, it's hard to keep tranquil while I am essentially powerless and unable to plan in the long term.
Then again, the long term isn't much more fun - going back home to try to help my darling sister take care of what passes as our mother's 'stuff' - the whole Viking funeral every rummage sale addict child envisions not having come to pass.
niuniu:
thank you for the nice comment

tez:
It's a Beatles song "In My Life" 
