I have been bit by the same bug that bit my sister and i have done nothing but clean house today, except for when I went to see my SPN and went grocery shopping and walked the trusty four footer. That was in between big showers that poured out of the heavens like torrents of rain and threatened my carefully coiffed hair and artfully decorated face.
Now I am taking a break and I am deliberating if I should wash the insides of the windows, if I am struck by that bug that much or if it can wait. It is a dubious case and unresolved.
My minion cat is sitting on my lap and is making love to the keyboard, making strange things happen that I have to fix. She is such a lovey dovey cat, putting her claws in me out of affection. I really want to be liberated of this much love, but she needs it.
I am going to make a deal with the Exfactor. I don’t seem him carrying 20 some boxes of stuff with shelfsystems with him when he moves from one anti-squad house to another, so I am letting him keep most of it with the shelf systems in the work room. He can take the things he really needs, like the coffeemaker and the TV and the bed and his chair etc. That’s enough stuff to haul around, I think. I haven’t told him this yet, but I think he will be happy with it. When he gets his permanent place to live in, he can come and get all of his stuff for good. I will postpone turning that room into a spare bedroom until the Exfactor is settled somewhere permanently.
In return, I will, of course, ask favors of him. One hand washes the other, but I will be reasonable and not overstep any boundaries. I think we need to help each other out when ever we can. He is going to be here at three and I think I will have him take apart the bed, so that I can wash the bedroom floor and get that job done. I can sleep on a mattress on the floor until he takes the bed tomorrow.
Details, there are so many details! I had to get insurance that covers me against liability and theft and fire for 16 Euros a month, which I guess is not bad. I arranged it by phone with people the Exfactor had his insurance with.
Okay, I am going to mention Nora’s Weblog now for the people who used to read me, but whom I could not reach when I suddenly switched. I know I had my loyal following through Statcounter and I had no way of reaching these people to let them know where I went. So, I hope some of them are still looking for Nora’s Weblog and will find me this way. I am not afraid of the Exfactor and his Paramount finding me now. They have stopped looking, as far as I know.
Oh, my SPN always asks me how I am and I always say I am good, so today I said that we should not do this every week anymore. So now I am seeing her in two weeks and after that it will be every three weeks and after that, who will know? She says I am in a good period now, haha, she ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait until I’m really settled down and have come into my own. Is nobody curious why I am suddenly in a good period? Analysis people!
She also asked me what I thought of the daytime therapy and I told her the truth, that I thought it was kind of boring, but I made her promise not to tell anyone. We have an evaluation talk with all concerned in September and then the monkey will come out of the sleeve. Will the true Irene please stand up?
They have a program for people whom they support going back into the workforce at different levels of their ability. Now, I am interested in that! I think my abilities lie high, my ambitions certainly do. I have proved that I am capable of carrying out stressful complicated tasks.
I just have to keep that old ogre depression at bay. I don’t want him showing up throwing soot in the meal at any point. I’ll have to proof that I can stay on an even keel all year around. Just give me one year and I will be fine. Just to prove my point.
Alright, enough of this mesmerizing meandering bullshit. I am going to wash tow windows to start with. That’s ambitious enough and then I’ll see what happens.
Have yourself a merry old day.
Ciao…
Are you getting a job somewhere? Is that what is happening…is that why the high kicks and the high fives?!
Tell us true Irene! (tell me true Tammy)
Irene – I washed my windows and screens this weekend, so much brighter and I feel so virtuous. Now I have to attack the inside, I know what you mean it is daunting but I have a friend coming so I better get on with it. Good luck with the job – that is exciting!
Are you getting a job, Irene? This is like a Chinese whisper.
Maybe you mean that you are working at home, cleaning windows.
Or may be you think your life is working for you now?!
Well keep up the good work!
Have a peaceful night. X
aha – Irene, losing those last scraps of fear.
So good.
Keep on keeping on. Your energy levels are great, I wish I had your get up and go myself.
Of course it is always better to scratch backs rather than scratching people’s eyes out, so if you can keep on good terms and get help with things – all the better. Once you feel no resentment anywhere in your heart and mind, you know you have truly broken free.
Have a good evening and enjoy tomorrow.
hugs
irene, I love the way you write your blogs so that you can then read through them to find out what you are thinking about. 😉
U sound goot. Went to that music website you identified – some interesting music.
The arts are hard.
Regards from a moving train.
“I think we need to help each other out when ever we can. ”
Exfactor is lucky to have had such an understanding person in his life. Bravo, Irene. I am so glad to hear you are both handling the situation so well; it does truely prove you are so much better off now.
Oh, gad. I can’t remember the last time I washed my windows. I would need a ladder to do the outside ones; they are far too high for me to reach. I wonder what my excuse is for not doing the insides?
Ah well, closed blinds work just as well 😉
Have a wonderful day, Irene!
I love it that you’re doing so well. Seeing your SPN only every 2nd week now is a good step I think.
Oh, and why don’t you pop over here, I’ve got 6 windows to be washed. And the house needs to be painted, if you’re feeling artistic despite telling us earlier that you’re not an artist.
(What happened to your mandalas, by the way? How can you say you’re not an artist?!)