Pears are DONE!
Yep, you read that correctly: we are done with pears for the year. Huzzah and all that jazz. And now we return to our regularly scheduled blog.... ha ha ha ha. Nothing about this blog is scheduled!
I'm trying to change that, really, I am. But change comes slowly, unless someone is threatening to toss you off of a cliff, then change comes pretty damn fast. And no, I'm not looking for volunteers to chuck me over a cliff!
My mother has been in a wickedly bad mood for the past few days. Oh fun. She inherited that hot Irish temper from her father and I also have it. Saturday she was itching for a fight and I ignored her...for awhile, then I obliged her with an argument. I'm quite proud of my self-control. I didn't lose it!
My mother is a very turbulent creature, more so than me maybe, and for every angry day she has a morose day. Boug and I couldn't say anything to her (we have to yell because her hearing aid isn't working so well) without her feeling attacked. I felt like a monster.
In an effort to try to make her feel better I created a FB profile for her. This means I have to share my laptop with her, but I don't mind. I want her to be happier. Maybe she can get into Farmville with the Dennys...
And if she's on my laptop then it can't distract me from cleaning!
I was supposed to be out at Food Share around 9AM for a food delivery, but I called in because she needs me this morning. We ran the emotional gauntlet this weekend and I have to make sure she recovers because I'm an exceptional daughter.
And I am going to clean some of the house today because the landlord has to come check out our water heater. Oh joy. Maybe after all of that I can get down to working on at least one of my stories...
Stay tuned!
I'm trying to change that, really, I am. But change comes slowly, unless someone is threatening to toss you off of a cliff, then change comes pretty damn fast. And no, I'm not looking for volunteers to chuck me over a cliff!
My mother has been in a wickedly bad mood for the past few days. Oh fun. She inherited that hot Irish temper from her father and I also have it. Saturday she was itching for a fight and I ignored her...for awhile, then I obliged her with an argument. I'm quite proud of my self-control. I didn't lose it!
My mother is a very turbulent creature, more so than me maybe, and for every angry day she has a morose day. Boug and I couldn't say anything to her (we have to yell because her hearing aid isn't working so well) without her feeling attacked. I felt like a monster.
In an effort to try to make her feel better I created a FB profile for her. This means I have to share my laptop with her, but I don't mind. I want her to be happier. Maybe she can get into Farmville with the Dennys...
And if she's on my laptop then it can't distract me from cleaning!
I was supposed to be out at Food Share around 9AM for a food delivery, but I called in because she needs me this morning. We ran the emotional gauntlet this weekend and I have to make sure she recovers because I'm an exceptional daughter.
And I am going to clean some of the house today because the landlord has to come check out our water heater. Oh joy. Maybe after all of that I can get down to working on at least one of my stories...
Stay tuned!
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