It seems the Police are seeking the guy next door who drinks like a fish, sliced his arms up with glass of windows and is generally crazy.
WE had a swim today. The 2 Nanas and the Girls. They were to come here later in the day but Kaybee called to say the girls were now vomiting like she did. Not food poisoning then.
My rent is paid but I can’t get my head around re-packaging the Netflix stuff. I may need to ask for help from Sinc.
I hesitate to unpack any more boxes because I do not feel stable here as yet. Its hard enough for me to feel at home anywhere without any other hiccoughs. And I am not pressuring myself – on any matter at all. All that happens is that my brain spins and I malfunction. I can always use the excuse of being a frail old lady if I find myself in a tricky situation and do the Dumbo. Like with Rego. I have no idea when the Rego runs out on the Astra.
DO NOT PUSH YOURSELF PAST THE POINT AT WHICH YOU DETACH , LYNNE AND SEIZE UP.
STOP – NO MATTER WHAT ! LET IT GO – NO MATTER WHAT !
THE OTHER THING I need to do is to suck the juice out of each day. I am restless and bored and lonesome – but that don’t mean I can’t dive under the water with the Little Ones. It doesn’t mean that I can’t watch their Joy.
AND TODAY I DID.
The other thing I need to do is to STOP PREDICTING. Stop meandering off into a Future which will not be what I think anyways. I seem to be moving a little further away from the past. Short sharp stab wounds hit now and then and sometimes a nightmare but I am beginning to let it go somewhat.
For Now – I remain – with ONE DAY. Just one simple day. Measure it. Taste it. And bundle it up on the Shelf. One more kindly day. Safe and loving and loved.
DON’T BE SCARED, LYNNE. DON’T BE SCARED.