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May. 15th, 2018 07:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckThis week is an experiment. I didn't plan on it, but it will be. I did a lot yesterday in terms of household chores. I'm curious to see if having done that makes me more tired today and through the rest of the week.
Logically, it should, but I keep thinking of years of gym class with undiagnosed asthma-- People kept telling me to pace myself and that having trouble at the end of things was because I was in terrible physical shape and not managing my energy properly. The terrible physical shape may or may not have been true, but the not managing my energy wasn't. Running more slowly at first would never have made me able to run faster toward the end. I got better times by running fast at the beginning and then dealing with the rest as it was going to be no matter what else I did.
Today's goals are dealing with the trash and recycling and cleaning out my closet.
The latter is kind of urgent because the wooden rod holding up my clothes came loose. Everything's on the floor. I need to get everything out and measure the space so that I can ask Scott to pick up a replacement. As far as I can tell, the rod is just very old. It's dry enough to the touch that I think I could set it on fire with a single match. It looks like it used to be painted light green but has been worn so badly that the color is just traces.
Once my closet is dealt with, I need to fold the laundry I washed yesterday.
Tomorrow, Scott and I will go to Cordelia's choir concert. The program Wednesday is entirely different from the program Thursday, but I really can't handle two nights in a row. Scott's parents plan to attend on Thursday, so I thought me going Wednesday made sense. Cordelia should have more than just Scott in the audience both nights.
I invited my mother, but I haven't heard back from her about it. I don't expect that she'll come because it would require either staying the night in town or driving home in the dark. She feels very unsafe driving in the dark (I'm not sure how much actual impairment she has in that direction). If my stepfather and the dogs have come north already, she probably won't come because they don't leave the dogs overnight. If they haven't arrived yet, she might well come and stay with us or get a hotel room or stay with friends.
I managed to talk to my grandmother on Mother's Day. It had been many months, possibly more than a year, because of flaking out. She's 94 now, and she sounded tired. Which isn't too surprising. Two of her three children are dying-- If my uncle gets a double lung transplant he'll live longer. My aunt could go any time. She's been in hospice for four years now. My father's the oldest child, and he's having as yet undiagnosed medical problems with vertigo.
Logically, it should, but I keep thinking of years of gym class with undiagnosed asthma-- People kept telling me to pace myself and that having trouble at the end of things was because I was in terrible physical shape and not managing my energy properly. The terrible physical shape may or may not have been true, but the not managing my energy wasn't. Running more slowly at first would never have made me able to run faster toward the end. I got better times by running fast at the beginning and then dealing with the rest as it was going to be no matter what else I did.
Today's goals are dealing with the trash and recycling and cleaning out my closet.
The latter is kind of urgent because the wooden rod holding up my clothes came loose. Everything's on the floor. I need to get everything out and measure the space so that I can ask Scott to pick up a replacement. As far as I can tell, the rod is just very old. It's dry enough to the touch that I think I could set it on fire with a single match. It looks like it used to be painted light green but has been worn so badly that the color is just traces.
Once my closet is dealt with, I need to fold the laundry I washed yesterday.
Tomorrow, Scott and I will go to Cordelia's choir concert. The program Wednesday is entirely different from the program Thursday, but I really can't handle two nights in a row. Scott's parents plan to attend on Thursday, so I thought me going Wednesday made sense. Cordelia should have more than just Scott in the audience both nights.
I invited my mother, but I haven't heard back from her about it. I don't expect that she'll come because it would require either staying the night in town or driving home in the dark. She feels very unsafe driving in the dark (I'm not sure how much actual impairment she has in that direction). If my stepfather and the dogs have come north already, she probably won't come because they don't leave the dogs overnight. If they haven't arrived yet, she might well come and stay with us or get a hotel room or stay with friends.
I managed to talk to my grandmother on Mother's Day. It had been many months, possibly more than a year, because of flaking out. She's 94 now, and she sounded tired. Which isn't too surprising. Two of her three children are dying-- If my uncle gets a double lung transplant he'll live longer. My aunt could go any time. She's been in hospice for four years now. My father's the oldest child, and he's having as yet undiagnosed medical problems with vertigo.
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