Today I am at my parents’ house observing the damage left by last night’s storm. I had to guess my way through the last 15 minutes of the drive due to detour after detour. I’m amazed at the difference 44 kilometres can make to a storm, there’s little damage out my way. I have a little puddle on my driveway - out here there are lakes on roads!
My cat is sitting on my feet - which were cold - he knows how to make me happy. My new house has no flyscreens and so he hasn’t moved in, we wouldn’t be able to open any window without fear of him getting out. The screens are being installed soon; I can’t wait to have him with me all the time.
I’ve been a good girl since my last post, no more additions to the partially formed unicyclist and nothing else either. My wrist is healing very well. The cut was deep but tiny, I might even be lucky enough for it not to scar, it was very embarrassing walking around yesterday with a bandage around my wrist screaming out crazy person coming through, thankfully the Dr said I could take it off and just keep the steri-strips on.
Tomorrow I plan to visit my old church, I left there six years ago with a lot of bitterness in my heart - it hasn’t been resolved. I don’t know what I need to do to fix it, but maybe attending a service with an open mind, rather than looking for flaws will help, maybe someone will even talk to me for more than 30 seconds afterwards. I expect I will feel better about going there this time because I have finally settled in another church, whereas in the past when I’ve visited I’ve still been floating. I allow some of these church members to see my blog, I don’t know what sort of response to expect from them – I wasn’t completely crazy last time they saw me! As I’ve said many times, I don’t allow anyone and everyone on facebook to see this, less than half of my “friends” can see these links. I chose people who I thought had a more open mind and not a tendency to gossip. I hope my intuition was right.
I proof read my posts several times before publishing, I know I don’t get it perfect, but I’m amazed I let this through the Written in Ink post: A note to any other mental illness sufferers, never go to Box Hill ED, after my last experience time there this time I chose to drive half an hour for a calmer experience. Don’t bother looking for it, it’s fixed now.
This post has been a little bit of a mess, but there’s little order to the thoughts in my head at the moment (but the thoughts in my toe are crystal), so this is as coherent as I get tonight. Lucy, thank-you for your help arguing yesterday, we should start more blog fights, it was my highest traffic day ever!
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