About my (sort of) new cell phone. Why do they keep changing the charging port? Why? Every cell phone we have in this house has a unique charging port .... and I couldn't find an additional charger for the car ... because Sprint didn't have one for their new phone, is that possible? On my one late day at work I run by Radio Shack to find one. Have done this for the last three weeks. Each one they sell me, or order for me does not fit. They finally hit pay dirt today ... and I have a car charger that works ... and they were nothing but helpful ... but my frustration is ... this is time spent driving to and from, standing at the counter while they research this ... my time that I can not get back.
Mom is still away with our friend, Susan, while she recovers from shoulder surgery. The house is in complete disarray. The floors around the washing machine, a foot high in clothes. We are eating out at Taco Bell ... Chinese ... pizza. M looks at me around 7p with that "what's for dinner" look and I have forgotten that we need to eat. And I turn the question back to him and say, yeah, what IS for dinner? We miss you, Mudder.
I wish I could talk about my two projects I am working on. I will say I am having fun. Realized today that I am so accustomed to churning out work at such a fast pace there is little time for the creative thoughtful time for organizing ideas, sketching, planning, researching. It is the same when I am off for a week and dying to do some assemblage art or something and get so frustrated because no ideas come in the first thirty minutes. Then after days of doodling, or cleaning up supplies, or thinking about it ... something comes to mind. It take time from beginning to end ... what I have been missing for some time is the middle part ... the actual creative process. So I have spent days now, drawing, thinking, experimenting. I might not get the jobs but it has been fun.
Today while grocery shopping I witnessed a very disturbing event that I can't get out of my head. Getting out of my car I heard a man yelling while getting in his car. I was trying to see who he was yelling at. I realized it was really angry, almost screaming. I saw a woman in the passenger seat and two kids in the back. This all happened in seconds. I was looking hard into the vehicle trying to make it all out. A little boys face was looking back at me. They drove off and I stood there at the store entrance horrified. Thought of getting his liscense number but what would I tell the 911 operator? I can't get that boys face out of my eyes. How can someone treat another person like that? How can someone scream at a mother in front of their children. I have seen verbal abuse up close and personal growing up. D has never raised his voice at us ... but I can tell you it would only take one time for someone to raise their voice at me or my son and that would be the one and only time.
Must go back to work. I ran outside to get a breath of backyard autumn air before the sun went down. This year is going by too quickly.
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"Trôp is te veel en te veel is trôp"(too much is a lot and a lot is too much) are the famous words of our late, very colourful Prime Minister.I think they apply here.
Ah, man. Well I am so sad that you had to go through all that. I want to slit my wrists every time something minor happens with my computer, I cannot imagine depending on it as you do.
I am empathetic with what you witnessed in the parking lot. We have a family kitty-corner from us and this lifestyle has gone on for years. We hear it all the time and actually witness the husband fist beating his wife in our yard. My daughter was in high school at the time and she freaked out so badly it took her days to come out of her room. Police come and go, but never are able to do anything. It breaks my heart that they are training their children t both give and take abuse from someone who "loves" them.
Hugs. And thank you for your letter, it meant a lot to me.
congrats on the new project, can't wait to see what it is!
and I hope the frustrations will diminish soon, remember to take care of yourself
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