Monday

Just in case you didn't know what day it is. 
 
I went to Rick today. First time in about a year. What a nice man he is. He pointed out that my ability to block out the world was second to none, was learned at a very young age and was an extremely fine coping skill then. But now? Not so good. Because now, as you (if there are any of you left reading this) know, I have a lot to do and cannot block out the world.  I must remain in it and of it and all that. So I planned that I would get K.'s letter for a job application done today but so far he hasn't done his part so I'm twiddling my thumbs. I've taken myself off the knitting lists I was on (they were great time wasters/ reality avoiders and if I knitted half of the time I read about knitting I'd have a lot more stuff done!). I'll be getting schedules made and trying to stick to them but Rick also pointed out that I really suck at that, too (my word choice not his).

But our no-cal daughter is coming on Thursday. My "office" has to be made ready so she has a place to sleep. This is good because it will help in the moving process. Getting stuff out. Moving out. Clearing out. Cleaning out. Weeding out. Out damned crap OUT.

I feel somewhat less stressed thanks to seeing Rick. That's good. But I'm not sure I feel enough less stressed to justify the cost of seeing Rick.  But that's another whole issue. It was fun to see my friend Nance who's been w/ Rick forever (like 20 years) and is leaving now.  She's very brave.  It's like a divorce except they're still friends, and they still love each other, and she'll be just down the hall. I took a camera took their picture to mark the occasion.  It was sweet.  Very unshrinkish.  Rick may have work for me down the line, he said.  Projects coming up. Yippee!!

About a half dozen quilters are coming to paw through fabric tomorrow afternoon. I hope they buy a ton. No, I hope they buy it all. Then I don't have to do it any more.  I haven't seen a couple of these women in over a year. Some I've never even met. It'll be weird. I don't care. Out damn crap OUT!  I am a bit nervous about seeing them. Oh well...

We went to church again yesterday. Amazing, isn't it? This isn't your parent's church! It's called Unity Church and they call themselves "transdenominational." Whatever that means. They pray to "father-mother god." I quite like that (though I think K. doesn't) since it was a bunch of guys who decided god had to be a man and churches had to be run by men.  The pastor at this church is a middle-aged woman.  Two men are associate pastors (one is elderly, one is young &, I think, gay). You get the picture?  One of the things they do as part of the church service is meditate. Funny, huh! Yesterday, something in the meditation made me cry. Don't have any idea what. I've always said that I didn't want to go to church & get preached at, and this church doesn't preach, they teach. What a difference. Huge. Right now, Ellen (pastor) is doing a multi-week series on abundance which we certainly need to hear. It's really helpful. And encouraging.  One thing I liked about what she said yesterday. She was saying that our old ways of thinking probably haven't worked so well (well, no. not so good. I've been afraid of being a bag lady my entire adult life.)  So she says not to change that thought. She says to change them all!  It was good. Really good. We had been going sporadically but we've actually gone every week the last 3 or 4 weeks.  I like it. Mikey likes it. It's okay.

Onward to job application letters, to putting things on ebay, to clearing out this room for my wonderful daughter's visit.