Today was pretty low-key. We ordered a Thanksgiving feast from our favorite restaurant and, as usual, it was very delicious. Jake was invited to his one sister's house for Thanksgiving dinner with his mom and other sister so it was just Henry, Matthew, Hunter and I having our own little celebration. If you could call it that. The food was excellent and with the exception of Matthew and I talking about our externships, and encouraging Hunter to eat, it, well, sucked.
In my fluttering about the house today I stumbled upon a few items that were acquired during very painful events in the lives of my family.
As I was putting fresh linens away in the closet in the upstairs hallway, I saw a couple of Crainium games I had purchased when Hunter was in various residential treatment facilities. Our visiting time was usually limited so I selected activities/games that would give our family the most interaction with Hunter, yet hold his attention for longer than two minutes.
Shortly before that, as I was folding laundry in the basement, I suddenly found one of Hunter's socks -- from that same period of time. How do I know this? First, the size of the sock (small). Second, because his name was written on it with a laundry marker. Every now and then I will come across one of his t-shirts with a personalized label ironed on it.
Today I was asked by someone if I was happy with my life. It didn't come as a surprise to that person when I replied that I have never been happy with my life. That person is not happy with their life either but doesn't know why and, therefore, doesn't know what to do to fix it.
A few weeks ago a SIM card I thought I lost several months ago, mysteriously appeared and ruffled a lot feathers. It's truly amazing what a woman can find when she dumps her purse upside down and turns it inside out, isn't it? I was so focused on organizing my purse and its contents that I didn't even notice the tiny card laying on the living room floor until someone else pointed it out to me.
When the card was placed in my hand I seriously felt like an actor in a movie that gets quickly sucked back in time; arms and legs outstretched in front of me. I remember being asked questions but I was too dumbfounded to even open my mouth. Of course that seemed like I was hiding something when I truly wasn't. I knew both the card and its hardware were empty. When an attempt was made to take the card from me I refused. While I sat quietly on the sofa, I tried to ignore the hunt to find the hardware.
As I waited for the loud treasure hunt to come to an end, I set the card down nearby and walked away from it. I knew when I returned the card would be gone, and it was. Later on I found myself in possession of both the card and the hardware.
Its reappearance also made me enormously sad because of what it meant to me at one time. What it stood for. Why it came to exist in the first place. I am the only one who understands the significance of it and, to the dismay of others, I have zero regrets.
Many things happened during 2008 that royally sucked. For awhile I thought 2008 was going to give 2007 a run for its money and become the suckiest year ever. Right now they're running neck-and-neck and it very well could be a photo finish.
In my fluttering about the house today I stumbled upon a few items that were acquired during very painful events in the lives of my family.
As I was putting fresh linens away in the closet in the upstairs hallway, I saw a couple of Crainium games I had purchased when Hunter was in various residential treatment facilities. Our visiting time was usually limited so I selected activities/games that would give our family the most interaction with Hunter, yet hold his attention for longer than two minutes.
Shortly before that, as I was folding laundry in the basement, I suddenly found one of Hunter's socks -- from that same period of time. How do I know this? First, the size of the sock (small). Second, because his name was written on it with a laundry marker. Every now and then I will come across one of his t-shirts with a personalized label ironed on it.
Today I was asked by someone if I was happy with my life. It didn't come as a surprise to that person when I replied that I have never been happy with my life. That person is not happy with their life either but doesn't know why and, therefore, doesn't know what to do to fix it.
A few weeks ago a SIM card I thought I lost several months ago, mysteriously appeared and ruffled a lot feathers. It's truly amazing what a woman can find when she dumps her purse upside down and turns it inside out, isn't it? I was so focused on organizing my purse and its contents that I didn't even notice the tiny card laying on the living room floor until someone else pointed it out to me.
When the card was placed in my hand I seriously felt like an actor in a movie that gets quickly sucked back in time; arms and legs outstretched in front of me. I remember being asked questions but I was too dumbfounded to even open my mouth. Of course that seemed like I was hiding something when I truly wasn't. I knew both the card and its hardware were empty. When an attempt was made to take the card from me I refused. While I sat quietly on the sofa, I tried to ignore the hunt to find the hardware.
As I waited for the loud treasure hunt to come to an end, I set the card down nearby and walked away from it. I knew when I returned the card would be gone, and it was. Later on I found myself in possession of both the card and the hardware.
Its reappearance also made me enormously sad because of what it meant to me at one time. What it stood for. Why it came to exist in the first place. I am the only one who understands the significance of it and, to the dismay of others, I have zero regrets.
Many things happened during 2008 that royally sucked. For awhile I thought 2008 was going to give 2007 a run for its money and become the suckiest year ever. Right now they're running neck-and-neck and it very well could be a photo finish.
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