Spoon

I’ll cut your heart out with a spoon!

Why a spoon, cousin?

Because it’s dull you idiot, it will hurt more!

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My favorite movie. Actually, it’s not my favorite favorite but it’s definitely up there. Prince of Thieves. I do love Alan Rickman in it (and in Harry Potter!) and I’m sad he died. I should go back and watch some Harry Potter.

Sam and I watched this during her recovery. She loves the animated one and we were watching it on Disney+ and I INSISTED we watch this one. She really liked it.

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My contact got stuck in my eye. It was awful. This actually happened weeks ago but I’m still shuddering from it. This was maybe the 2nd or 3rd time it’s happened in my entire life? And I started wearing contacts when I was 13.

So good track record!

Horrible feeling.

I was talking to Sam and she wandered in the bathroom and my attention was distracted and the contact slid up into my eye lid and would not. come. out. It was horrific. It felt like 10 minutes but it was probably maybe 2.

It did feel like 10. Maybe it was 4 minutes.

I couldn’t wear contacts – or didn’t want to wear them – for a straight week. My poor eye felt abused. I was jumping up and down, wringing my hands, trying to convince myself I could somehow grab it from the top of my eye lid.

And I had to take off all my bracelets and rings. It was like anything on my hands or body was immediately triggering me. But I finally grabbed it. I almost wanted to go get tweezers but the thought of tweezers near my eye was freaking me out too.

Sammie was sweet after, she said something like “Do you need some sympathy?”. She didn’t say hug but it was something like that. And I said no. And then I went upstairs and laid down in my bed and cried.

I clearly needed a hug and sympathy. Why couldn’t I say yes?

Lesson for next time, I guess. They went on a walk and I felt sorry for myself upstairs.

Sigh.

I need better contacts. They are still killing me after 4 hours in my head yet I must wear them.

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“Nice body”

I wrote this down because I laughed for a straight 5 minutes after. I went to Sprouts and I was wearing this “house dress” I literally got from Savers for $5 a few years back when I lost some weight. It’s a dark teal color – which incidentally is in my “color wheel” for what goes well for me – but it’s this very plain dress. It’s swingy, blah blah. Feels good. I like it.

I was loading my groceries in my car and she was… maybe in her 60’s? She was helping her Mother out of the car and the Mom looked like she was in her 80’s or 90’s. English was not the first language as evidenced by her gesturing to me and saying, “Nice body!”

I had to do a double take and ask her twice what she said. Obviously she was going for nice dress ON my body – or something like that – but that was a good laugh for the day. I finally just smiled and said, “Thank you!” and hopped in the car and left.

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I had a busy few days leading into August and today (now yesterday) was my first chill day. I should be doing a few other things but I’m in my office and I did manage to alllllmost finish Griffin’s 2nd senior video. (It being Sunday, I am now finished!) I waffled on the music and ended up doing a theme of three songs and I’m happy with it. I did a long 7m version and i’m going to do a “short” 3m version because it has an excellent theme that I want to talk about.

It was a nice creative outlet.

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This weekend was HARD.

H.A.R.D. Omgosh…

My eyes hurt.

A discussion, that turned into an argument, that turned into honest talk.

Not a lot of honest talk but some.

We had a teenager issue about the concept of drinking. Some parents believe in a strict approach, where the law and clear boundaries are key. Allowing underage drinking, even supervised, teaches that rules can be broken. This view prioritizes safety and respect for the law, seeing the parent’s role as a protector and enforcer of moral standards.

Other parents… ahem.. believe in an approach based on trust and preparing their children for the real world. They argue that introducing alcohol in a controlled setting helps a child learn moderation and responsibility. This perspective sees open communication and the development of a child’s personal judgment as the best way to ensure their future safety.

Needless to say, the discussion was, um, interesting. The differences very clear. And the discussion moved into communication, values, childhood trauma, and the past coming into the present.

All over 13 hours.

And of course, the argument is NEVER about what started off the discussion.

I did get a lot of writing done this weekend but unfortunately none of it publishable. Maybe for a future book.

My head hurts.