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stitchwhichHmmm... catching up...
I've been taking my youngest child out for driving practice each week. He's in his thirties but had never wanted a license before. I guess that is pretty normal in urban living but it always bothered me. Now he is planning on moving out of state to a small town in Georgia, so he's taking the skill on. He's doing pretty well. As you'd expect of a grown adult.
Still seeing the therapist. I got angry with her on our last visit, as she started saying things like "you need to figure out how to get out of such situations/avoid such situations" so I finally got exasperated and said that I hadn't been able to do such a thing and that would be why I'm seeing a therapist! She didn't have a response for that one. I'm really wondering about what she is trained in.
I'm breaking my own rule about fabrics used in the SCA. We had a local Joann's fabric shop move from one small location in its mall to the store area once occupied by Office Max. When it opened we found some lovely broken-twill fabric that looked like a soft wool but was actually cotton flannel. I bought the whole bolt. That isn't as crazy as it sounds as each bolt only held eight yards. So my husband will get a new tunic and I will make myself a new hangerroc. Or be making it at Pennsic anyway. I needed a project to bring with me and this will work. The little bags I've been working on have been mailed out to their owner. I have about 40 still here at home, not stitched to their linings, and after the others are given away by the autocrat and the event is over I shall finish them and use them as appreciation tokens on my own. I don't want to do that before the event is over lest someone get confused and attribute the ones from the project commissioner as coming from me. If that makes sense.
I haven't come to terms with our youngest moving out of the area. I understand why he'd want to - he's moving in with his long-distance sweetie and has a higher-paying job waiting for him there. And he hasn't lived outside of a one-mile radius since he was out of diapers. A move is actually far overdue. But small town Georgia for my rather liberal, civil-rights honoring son is a worrisome thing for me to contemplate. I will be more comfortable with the idea once he gets his own transportation.
The separation is sparking a growing desire to relocate in my husband and I. While we have friends here, we have been growing further from the values of our local SCA group (they are "Beer Is Our Name!" oriented and we are not) so feel more isolated than we have in years. There is a job offer on the table for my husband in the Bremerton, Wa area whenever he'd be willing to pick it up. It's in the same company so would just be a change of locale. He says that it is very tempting. And now - well, it is tempting. We'd have to find a new set of friends but Facebook is making that easier than it was when we relocated to the east coast.
His broken foot is almost healed. He's no longer in the boot and is walking normally, for the most part. My knee finally works as it should and now I'm concentrating on rebuilding the strength in the leg. It is stunning how quickly that goes. And I learned last week that I likely have been having migraines for a while now. I just didn't know that a "sinus headache" could be categorized as a migraine if it involves certain features such as light and sound sensitivity or nausea (or dizziness). A friend mentioned that she gets aphasia just before a migraine presents and that made me remember that the day before my headache hit full pain, I was having trouble finding the proper nouns whenever I was speaking. Often enough that it irritated my husband. So that is something I am going to try to be mindful about the next time a bad headache hits.
And Pennsic is a few weeks away.
I've been taking my youngest child out for driving practice each week. He's in his thirties but had never wanted a license before. I guess that is pretty normal in urban living but it always bothered me. Now he is planning on moving out of state to a small town in Georgia, so he's taking the skill on. He's doing pretty well. As you'd expect of a grown adult.
Still seeing the therapist. I got angry with her on our last visit, as she started saying things like "you need to figure out how to get out of such situations/avoid such situations" so I finally got exasperated and said that I hadn't been able to do such a thing and that would be why I'm seeing a therapist! She didn't have a response for that one. I'm really wondering about what she is trained in.
I'm breaking my own rule about fabrics used in the SCA. We had a local Joann's fabric shop move from one small location in its mall to the store area once occupied by Office Max. When it opened we found some lovely broken-twill fabric that looked like a soft wool but was actually cotton flannel. I bought the whole bolt. That isn't as crazy as it sounds as each bolt only held eight yards. So my husband will get a new tunic and I will make myself a new hangerroc. Or be making it at Pennsic anyway. I needed a project to bring with me and this will work. The little bags I've been working on have been mailed out to their owner. I have about 40 still here at home, not stitched to their linings, and after the others are given away by the autocrat and the event is over I shall finish them and use them as appreciation tokens on my own. I don't want to do that before the event is over lest someone get confused and attribute the ones from the project commissioner as coming from me. If that makes sense.
I haven't come to terms with our youngest moving out of the area. I understand why he'd want to - he's moving in with his long-distance sweetie and has a higher-paying job waiting for him there. And he hasn't lived outside of a one-mile radius since he was out of diapers. A move is actually far overdue. But small town Georgia for my rather liberal, civil-rights honoring son is a worrisome thing for me to contemplate. I will be more comfortable with the idea once he gets his own transportation.
The separation is sparking a growing desire to relocate in my husband and I. While we have friends here, we have been growing further from the values of our local SCA group (they are "Beer Is Our Name!" oriented and we are not) so feel more isolated than we have in years. There is a job offer on the table for my husband in the Bremerton, Wa area whenever he'd be willing to pick it up. It's in the same company so would just be a change of locale. He says that it is very tempting. And now - well, it is tempting. We'd have to find a new set of friends but Facebook is making that easier than it was when we relocated to the east coast.
His broken foot is almost healed. He's no longer in the boot and is walking normally, for the most part. My knee finally works as it should and now I'm concentrating on rebuilding the strength in the leg. It is stunning how quickly that goes. And I learned last week that I likely have been having migraines for a while now. I just didn't know that a "sinus headache" could be categorized as a migraine if it involves certain features such as light and sound sensitivity or nausea (or dizziness). A friend mentioned that she gets aphasia just before a migraine presents and that made me remember that the day before my headache hit full pain, I was having trouble finding the proper nouns whenever I was speaking. Often enough that it irritated my husband. So that is something I am going to try to be mindful about the next time a bad headache hits.
And Pennsic is a few weeks away.
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Date: 2018-06-29 11:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-30 08:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-30 12:53 pm (UTC)Check to see how that state will be towards retirees/folks collecting social security. In a few years you and Arne will be eligible for it.
One of the reasons we chose PA was that it would be close to Marinus and we could do events occasionally, merchanting and non merchanting with them. Yup, the younger crowd is into the booze end of things, but there are old farts like me and my husband who aren't. Sure wish you were nearer!
Your son will adapt. We moved down into a conservative area where folks had never really lived elsewhere and not exposed to more liberal points of view but it is interesting finding how many things we can agree on. If he really doesn't like it, he can move. I moved a lot when I was his age.
If you are feeling more in tune with The Great Horde, find out where most of them live. The large households (?) generally have a central area. OChoda is upper New England - I miss them.
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Date: 2018-07-02 07:16 am (UTC)The move to the Pacific Northwest would be in fulfillment of a promise Arni made to me when we got married - we were supposed to move there after he retired from the Navy. I've been homesick for decades. But once he did, we were established in the SCA and Boy Scouts and our kids didn't want to leave their school friends.
The Horde is everywhere. Its main grouping is in the Midwest but we've got a good number of Brothers on the Pacific coast.
As for Shawn, I expect that things will not be as rosy in the long run as he thinks they will be, and that we'll be helping him to move sometime after a couple of years. He may choose to head west at that point. I hope.
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Date: 2018-07-02 01:55 pm (UTC)I loved living in Wisconsin and New Hampshire but the areas I lived in are different now. Not bad different but enough to have me look at other areas when we decided to move. If family is still there tho, that might be an added incentive.
As you well know, we are over the moon happy we moved to where we are now. Kendrick had lived in the town in West Boylston for most of his life and I lived in Mass for most of my life except when I lived in the mid West as a child. So there was more than a little concern on how we could adapt.
I wish you the best and hope you find a place where you will be happy. Tis time. Twill mean that those moments when we are able to see each other will be all the more treasured!