This is one of 2 antique quilts I own. Found it at The Goodwill for $40, a nice Jacob's Ladder. Told John about it, and he went and bought it for me for Mother's Day. Lots of feedsacks and 1940's prints. Currently hanging in our room.
Deb is right to worry. No couple picture blog means I am having a very bad no good rotten day and might as well move to Australia.
Plans went awry. We didn't go to the exercise club this morning together as we talked about. We have through the end of December paid for, so there is a little pressure to get our money's worth, squeeze in all the use we can before it ends. The swimming pool is getting the dome put up for winter, so it meant I would have to bike or elliptical or row or run. Swimming is my sanity in the morning. It helps me focus, helps me feel better physically. Keeps me from feeling depressed.
Instead, I had a freak out cleaning fit when I walked through the kitchen, every counter covered, crumbs, dirty sticky floor I had asked for help cleaning last week. It was not pretty. And I didn't have any clean clothes, due to the pile of laundry sitting in the living room.
Imagine grumpy discussion. I have a flight reflex. Things aren't good, I just want to run away for awhile, calm down. He always kisses me good-bye anyway, and reminds me of the good things that won't change. Me leaving in the car determined to escape the things I wish I could change.
I drove out to my favorite thrift store, walked the aisles, listening to love songs playing on the radio and felt better after two hours. Called John and told him I was coming home for lunch.
Our lunch dates are fun. Talked, didn't watch any shows on the computer. Told him how worried I am about running out of my meds in a few weeks. Talked about Emma.
I made it to my client appointment only 3 minutes late. Fun girls' room to paint after Thanksgiving. Sometimes I feel like my job is mostly just encouraging the client and patting them on the back, telling them they really do have good ideas and instincts about how to decorate!
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Pictures of the girls room? I'd love to see them.
I understand about the bad day and hope your tomorrows are better and better, one day at a time.
Sometimes I don't post when I'm having a hard time. I'm glad you are posting anyway. I appreciate your example of openness and honesty. It's something I struggle with sometimes.
Thanks for sharing your difficult moments. I'm sure they felt a LOT more than difficult at the time (and perhaps still do). I know the stress that can come not knowing if you can pay for your medication. . . Worry can really wear a person down even when we are trying our best to have faith and know that all will work out. I hope they cover the swimming pool quick so you can work out some of your stress. Good for you to keep moving!
I am glad you posted anyway.
I was looking for your post too this morning. Missed your words! Good to hear even if it was a hard day. OK to take some time.
What are you doing for this girls room?
I have a flight reflex too. Good to have a spouse that helps you think about the things that don't change (or get crummy). Love, Dad
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