So I worked on Monday and got my nails done.
Tuesday, I had an appointment with the accountant and then a lashes appointment.
Wednesday I volunteered at the cat shelter. I spent a lot of time trying to track down hotels in Paris and Rome. I had my annual physical.
Thursday, I did laundry and some work around the house. I finished the most recent season of Doc Martin. I took a hard look at one of our cats to try to figure out why his gut seems so unhappy. I talked to the accountant – a lot.
Today, I’ve been waiting for a friend to let me know what time we’re heading to VB this morning – it’s now 12:06pm. In the interim, I’ve been able to talk to the accountant, go to Walmart for bird food, take the cat to the vet, and come home to journal. I have no idea whether something catastrophic has happened or if he just got wasted at a party last night. Letting go is hard.
I’m finding if I don’t set goals, the things I want to accomplish go undone and I don’t like that. So at this point I need food and some mini goals. I’m going to have to have some structure to ease my way into retirement.
Oh – above referenced friend just now texted saying he just got up. He’s been somewhere, up all night, making a fire, and needs to reschedule. He’s so sorry. I shouldn’t be mad at him. I need to remind my self that people do what’s important to them or what is unavoidably necessary. I know that is true for me.
Addendum – friend’s dad called. Seems he’s relapsed, lying about it – not seen for past 2 nights. Reality is that all these kids in my life are really 35-45 year old adults. I know from hard experience there is little I can do to influence the outcome of this. I can only try to understand the power of addiction.