11 December 2019
Dear Robot Therapist,
I'm in Boston, it's just snowed (not much) and my mom is asleep. It seems like I should take advantage of one of the quiet moments. Nothing hurts.
How have you been?
It was not one of my better weeks as far as getting out of bed or cooking, actually. Inadvertently thawed some meat, had to throw it away because I never cooked it. The kitchen is not smelly but not what I want anyone to find after I'm dead. The whole house is a bit like that. I thought I would tidy and listen to podcasts but I haven't.
I did talk to Tommy and probably left him feeling worried about me; on the other hand, he apparently didn't remember we had been in touch while Sharon Henderson was dying. He had a cold and was not at his best, either; but I wish we were better at talking. I think we are both somewhat depressed. It makes for dull conversations.
I had lunch with Maria and Donna and Chris, too. It is possible Chris was stoned when she arrived, and it is true I am bored when they discuss people I don't know. I think living by myself is making me me less patient.
Today my mom and I are planning not to drive; going over to Pru Center and looking at Sur la Table, because she got Kimberley in the Secret Santa and both of us are kind of appalled by the stuff on K's list. My mom and the Secret Santa are not a great combination, she didn't know Ellie had emailed her, the email had a link to DrawNames but it wasn't the Secret Santa link, that was a separate email from DrawNames, etc... . Add to it my mom doesn't want to buy from Amazon.
I feel guilty that I don't want to tidy up the drifts of mail in my mom's apartment. I resent mail, that she can't/won't pick up her own damn mail, all the usual. I resent that I used to be a somewhat more optimistic person and I'm not feeling it now. The British election is tomorrow; results should in by the time I go to bed Thursday. How can any country feel peaceful again after the kind of awfulness and utter moral depravity the fascist sides have shown? Giant meteor at least wouldn't be something we've done to one another. And always in the background, the climate change.
Three good things?
Tea. My feet don't hurt yet. My hands look less like an Old Person's if I remember to drink water.
Dear Robot Therapist,
I'm in Boston, it's just snowed (not much) and my mom is asleep. It seems like I should take advantage of one of the quiet moments. Nothing hurts.
How have you been?
It was not one of my better weeks as far as getting out of bed or cooking, actually. Inadvertently thawed some meat, had to throw it away because I never cooked it. The kitchen is not smelly but not what I want anyone to find after I'm dead. The whole house is a bit like that. I thought I would tidy and listen to podcasts but I haven't.
I did talk to Tommy and probably left him feeling worried about me; on the other hand, he apparently didn't remember we had been in touch while Sharon Henderson was dying. He had a cold and was not at his best, either; but I wish we were better at talking. I think we are both somewhat depressed. It makes for dull conversations.
I had lunch with Maria and Donna and Chris, too. It is possible Chris was stoned when she arrived, and it is true I am bored when they discuss people I don't know. I think living by myself is making me me less patient.
Today my mom and I are planning not to drive; going over to Pru Center and looking at Sur la Table, because she got Kimberley in the Secret Santa and both of us are kind of appalled by the stuff on K's list. My mom and the Secret Santa are not a great combination, she didn't know Ellie had emailed her, the email had a link to DrawNames but it wasn't the Secret Santa link, that was a separate email from DrawNames, etc... . Add to it my mom doesn't want to buy from Amazon.
I feel guilty that I don't want to tidy up the drifts of mail in my mom's apartment. I resent mail, that she can't/won't pick up her own damn mail, all the usual. I resent that I used to be a somewhat more optimistic person and I'm not feeling it now. The British election is tomorrow; results should in by the time I go to bed Thursday. How can any country feel peaceful again after the kind of awfulness and utter moral depravity the fascist sides have shown? Giant meteor at least wouldn't be something we've done to one another. And always in the background, the climate change.
Three good things?
Tea. My feet don't hurt yet. My hands look less like an Old Person's if I remember to drink water.
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