I took this picture last year on one of my walks. The poem I wrote during one of my hospital stays. It seems that’s when I get the most inspiration to write poetry. The thing is that I posted this on a Facebook page that I am now an admin on, and it got shared a few times. It’s kind of strange, I never thought that my poetry was any good, however we are always our worse critics. The picture was not taken in black and white, I just think it looks better that way.
I’m excited about the fact that the weather is getting better, that means more walks and more opportunities to take pictures. I mean I’m always using my phone to take pictures, it’s just a different feeling when you hold a real camera in your hands to get that perfect shot.
So it’s official, my daughter is going to fly out to BC leaving July 1st at 6:30am and returning July 27th at 5:30am. I know that my mother is excited, I’m not sure how I feel about it. That’s a long time without her and then the fact that it’s just going to be myself and the cat in the apartment. I’m not sure what I’m going to do.
The guy that is helping me with my math is actually working. I’m beginning to understand it better, when I do get frustrated instead of throwing my math book I smack my head off his shoulder. At least the book or my head doesn’t get hurt. Though last night working through just the answers I got wrong on the last two assignments gave me a wicked headache. Never mind getting started on the next unit I have to do. I’m still only on Module 1 of 9, so ya I have some catching up to do.
Yesterday the ex talked to FACS, and apparently on that end it’s over, so now I’m waiting for a call so they can talk to my daughter one more time and be done with us. I’m also waiting to hear back from the lady that will be picking her up full time as her counsellor. She was just waiting to talk to FACS, which was supposed to be yesterday and she will set up an appointment right away to meet with my daughter.
Next Tuesday I’m going to be starting a group at the outpatient unit at the hospital. Balancing moods of something like that. Honestly I don’t want to do it, however I have to put up with the useless classes to get into DBT which is the only one that I really want to do.
Other then that the world turns as usual. My mood is slipping, I’m exhausted all the time and just sore. Those two alone are a huge thing that lets me know something is going on, the other being I have no appetite and don’t want to do anything. This too shall pass though, and with the weather warming up I will force myself to get out of the house, even if it’s just a walk around the block.
I will be happy to just be done with all the crap with my ex. I’m getting his truck towed at his expense. So that will be nice to get that eye sore out of the driveway.