Peeking out
Shh. I’m not really supposed to be here. We’re at my in-laws and they can’t remember how to let us onto the internet with our own computer so we have to borrow theirs (with attendent shifty looks and restrictions) and only for a few minutes at a time. Also, they’re always around, looking over your shoulder while you’re online so no chance to compose long thoughtful posts. Or to use the phone without being overheard. Or to speak to one’s child (or husband) without interference.
It’s not great, to be honest. I mean, there’s no actual violence being threatened but yesterday I succumbed entirely to the immense psychic onslaught and spent the whole day in a black, bleak pit of unassailable despair. It wasn’t until I blogged at myself (formerly known as writing in a journal) that I found out why and now things are a bit better.
And oh, the stories I could tell you but that’s all we have time for, folks. Send thoughts of healing calm this way. Between moving, the crap news about my mother and this, I’ve run down the emotional well-being tank quite considerably.
Can you feel the positive energy I have sent your way? If not, I’ll try harder. And in the meantime, burn a blue candle to release positive vibes.
Breathe, breathe, breathe. Sending you good thoughts for the rest of the week.
sending you many good thoughts for making it through the week.
Sending you really calm, you can get though all of this, thoughts. Also check your email if you can, I’ve emailed you. (now back to work for me!)
Mmm…k. I am thinking chocolate, red wine, a long walk, “A Room with a View”, the smell of the ocean…
Happy thoughts!
tucking you in my prayersleeve…
You poor thing. I hope the agony is over soon.
Big wafts of healing calm coming to you from Germany! You have described the process of using the internet at my in-laws down to a T, including the hovering and trying to read over your shoulder (FIL) and the general anxiety (MIL). I hope you can get to a happier, more blogging-friendly place soon.
(“Blogging at myself” – hilarious!)
In-laws, out-laws …. The monkeys on our backs …
Murderous thoughts, and oh yes, healing calm ones on the way ..
Any running water?
R
Oi vey and in-laws! Hmmm…Mag had some very very good ones. How about “Groundhog Day” (don’t drive angry, don’t drive angry…side of your eye…side of your eye…), and maybe some more red wine.
And of course there’s the healing power of thinking, very hard and in detail about that which would be worst received in one’s given company , not saying it, but smiling verrry broadly…and wickedly…
I rather like Alice’s thoughts here.
Just think, one day this will all be just a memory. Still a horrible one, but at least it will be past.
Your news about your mother is a harder one. Perhaps the best thing there is, she wont know.
Like your idea of order, or at least patterns, emerging from the chaos. That’s comforting. Glad your new digs will be a pleasant place for your mum to visit.I’m mad jealous that you’re over there while I’m stuck in muggy FL. Is there a pattern/reason for that?? have a great time…..
Pouring you a sidecar and getting some healing knitting ready for you beside your chair…
i miss you stunts… are you ever coming back?