This song resonates with me. I first heard it when my daughter sent me a YouTube link. It really does fit my daughter perfectly. Her hair really is very, very, very long right now. Not that that particular portion of the song defines her it's just ironic.
Now I need to find something that fits my amazing son. :)
I’m finally over the plague, what a miserable week. On top of dads memorial service next weekend and work stresses I really did not need to be sidelined by this. It’s day 7 or 8… I don’t have to be back at work until Tuesday which will be a good 9-10 days of quarantine. I finished one quarantine crochet project and picked up the baby blanket I need to finish now that I’m no longer contagious. Luckily the weather cooperated. Had this happened when we had no power or water like we did a couple of weeks ago it would have been unbearable. But the weather hasn’t been bad and ironically, focusing on my health (with c0v!d there’s always the fear that it could go south & require hospitalization, especially with an autoimmune disease) has let me let go of my work stresses temporarily. Temporarily because as I get closer to Tuesday I’m starting to have dreams again but it was nice to just say “f it” for a few days. Plus, just resting and watching YouTube and Netflix was cathartic. (I now know how to make whisky from ethyl alcohol and oak chips 😜)
Even when it’s expected it’s still difficult. We lost dad in November. He had come home from the hospital on hospice and was only on it for 2 days. He went peacefully in his sleep though.
Mom is getting used to the new normal and Jim and I are doing what we can. Her Church is helping too. We decided to have his memorial this month, after the holidays and when all of the kids were available.
The video I made is finished but I still have to burn several copies and the image on the top. Power was out for 10 days and we‘ve been without water now for about 6 days. Now that power is back I’m hoping we have water by tomorrow. Cell service has been out and now that it’s back it’s been sketchy at best.
And through all of this work has been unbearable. My little office is being ignored. I’m doing everything I can to keep this office functioning under extreme circumstances and they keep throwing road blocks in my way. Isn’t Human Resources supposed to be… I don’t know… human? Well they’re beyond less than helpful. No communication, no explanation and nothing but a major headache. Even one of my bosses had nothing good to say about them. “A real piece of work” is what they had to say about the one I’m having a problem with.
On top of everything I don’t need the work stress they’re throwing at me. My stress is through the roof. Tonight, after I burn the dvds I’m going to lose myself in some artwork.
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow