Monday, 9 November 2015

5 Steps Forward; 0 Steps Back

Yay! Yay! Yay!
I have had over 6 weeks of very limited contact with Whirling Vortex. Yay! Again. Yay! It's been uplifting and freeing. I've had the time and ability to breath. At least from that aspect of things. In other realms I've moved my Mom here from Saskatchewan. She is living with us temporarily until her house sells and she can buy something here. So far the head butts with Lovely Daughter have been fairly limited. We've had another family crisis though, in that my 18 month old cousin had a blood clot on her spine. The surgery was successful to remove the clot, but unsuccessful in returning her to full function/sensation. Very sad. She is learning to use a wheelchair. I hope with lots of physio that she may be able to regain function/sensation. Lots of prayers. God, are you listening.
As for me, I'm on a little get away with Peace Man. I have a work trip and he has joined me. Lets just say that time away together is a fabulous thing! We have never done it before and we have really bonded. Lots of wine. Good food. Bubbles and wine in the Jacuzzi tub. Yes indeed. Has you looking at the world with new eyes. I am full of smiles and good cheer. My outlook on the world is bright and cheery. I have hope for the future. I want to be taking steps to move forward in life. According to Lovely Daughter, that would be downsizing and de-cluttering and moving out of the house into something in town. Something a little smaller, newer, less maintenance. Would be a great and wondrous idea. She is doing a lot of the de-cluttering. She's been a wonderful help. Now I have to do my part and go through the stuff and get rid of it. It is an interesting process because everything I own has a memory attached to it. It is interesting because not only do I have to separate from the item, I have to separate from the memory attached to it. Lovely Daughter has no emotional attachment to any "stuff" doesn't understand my attachment to "stuff". I wish I had her detachment. I have to remember it's just stuff. My memories will hold on to the stuff. But I can let go of the physical stuff and still keep the emotional memory. I can do it.
A week or so later:
I'm working hard at it. I spent some time going through stuff and was able to let go of some of it. I will do another pass or two and will be able to loosen up some more I'm sure. I'll get the hang of it. I'll just get Lovely Daughter to come in and help me when I'm stuck. I'm starting in my bedroom as I emptied out the second dresser which really had no clothes in it. All papers and memory items. So I have about 4 small bins of that. I will go through 1 bin a day and then start in on my clothes. That's a huge deal. I have clothes all over the house. I have clothes of all different sizes. I actually let go of most of the size 7 stuff as I will never be size 7 again. I know that. But those size 7's were so beautiful. Oh well. Let it go. Poof!!!!
On the Peace Man front. Wow! That will almost suffice it. We just gel. We get each other and get along so well. He invited me to a "family party". His parents, 1 daughter, 2 brothers, 1 sister-in-law, 2 cousins. It was fun. Everyone was very friendly. It was fun. It was relaxed. I felt like I belonged. It was good to see Peace Man with his family and so relaxed. It was interesting to see his father. I've heard so much of his father and the sneaky dementia that is plaguing him and the whole family really. Visual hallucinations that he actually made a little fun of himself for. He was very charming. He did pick at the youngest son subtly. I don't know if anyone else did. Including himself. But Peace Man and I noticed. It's that generation I guess. My Mom does it and when called on it doesn't even realize it. Anyways. It was good. A good time was had by all. Then Peace Man came to my house for a visit on the weekend and we had a wonderful time as usual. Just hanging out. Cooking. Drinking wine. Going for a wonderful walk by the lake. Perfect really. I feel the bond is getting stronger all the time.

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