Ok, so this blog isn’t getting updated very often…I know, I know. It’s annoying when people have blogs but only post one time a year. I’ve realized that I need an outlet for my thoughts sometimes but not all the time. And that’s where I get stuck and feel like quitting altogether when I go through a major dry phase in my blog thoughts. But I know that if I quit a day will come when I think CRAP why did I quit that blog…now I have to start another one. Right now it seems like all I have to say on here is – I hate moving, I’m sick of hospitals, and life is really weird. So here’s your daily dose of the same old thing:
I hate moving. I love change. I hate the complete and total CHAOS that results from a move. And at this point I feel like I have no home, nowhere to just relax and be peaceful. I know – I’ll survive. I just don’t like it. Right now the current house is out of control, and I have no where to go where I will have my own peaceful space for over a month. People live in back alleys, so I’m 99% sure I’ll be ok in the cement basement. It’s just not my first choice, being the spoiled white girl that I am. My spine feels like it’s going to crumble apart because of all the boxes that have been lifted. I’ve had a lot of crackers and canned tuna to eat because we have no appliances. I would definitely not do well if forced to go completely green and not have my creature comforts. At least there’s still the hot shower.
I do still hate hospitals, but at the current time no one in my life is in one. Thank goodness. They let dad out Saturday afternoon with strict orders not to do anything or go anywhere. Apparently he had a collapsed lung and fluid around the other one, and pneumonia in both. I need to google this stuff…don’t know much about the lungs or why one would collapse. I guess his body is just kind of messed up from the whole heart thing. Speaking of which, his heart is enlarged right now (gotta google that one too), apparently from all of the stress his body has been under. Seems like a ticking time bomb. :/
Aaaand life is, indeed, weird. I can’t shake the feeling that this life is all just a diorama…it’s not real, it’s just props. Nothing that I see is real. It’s not what matters. There are obviously still things going on in this life that matter, and will matter forever, but the things I see are nothing. Most of what I spend my time doing (i.e. moving) or planning (i.e. blinds for new house) or thinking about (i.e. how to do dirt control at the new house, which is in the middle of a big pile of dirt) – it’s all of no importance. Must…focus…on…what…matters. My attention has GOT to stop being funneled into the temporal.