New Years was 14 days ago and I haven't posted, so I thought I should hop to it. The new YMO place in SL has been hopping. Almost all hours of the day, someone is on the sim, and I'm not just talking me, pole sitting on an RLV trap, looking down at everydrone around … Continue reading Thoughts 14 days in
Spitfire is a gynoid of few words. We had a bit of a tiff this week. I was trying to help her, but pushed her too far, I think. I suggested that, in order to help her meditations, she should walk a labyrinth. No, not Jared's labyrinth. The meditative, back and forth path that has … Continue reading Stop Texting Me!
If I could save time in a bottle...I was working when Spitfire popped up on discord. "He's gone. I did what I was told to do yesterday, as far as I dared post for her. Then spent the rest of my shift in shock.There's never enough time.
As I write this, Spitfire is sitting vigil over her father.Yes, it's that time.They are no longer doing "respite care" for him. They have changed to "End of Life Care." They are keeping him comfortable and as pain free as possible. Hours, the family was told, days at the most.He stopped eating yesterday, and they … Continue reading There’s Never Enough Time 2
I had been debating things since the phone call. Even the children caught that she was manipulating them, and me, to get a rise out of me, so she could gaslight me and more. I now know for certain that my husband reads my blog, when he has decided to hide everything from me. I … Continue reading Phone Call Reprecussions
Nervous breakdown in 5... 4... 3... I had never wanted to hear from her again in my life.About a decade ago, she had a stroke. Or two. It doesn't matter now, but during one of them, she reached out to have me contacted. I kept that she had contacted me from the kids. My then … Continue reading Phone Call
Sometimes, life smacks you so hard, you don't realize what happened until after all the sting goes away. With everything that has been happening, I haven't been able to keep up with my Nanowrimo writing. That, and my four alpha readers haven't really given me much more than "I like it! Keep writing." Unfortunately, I … Continue reading Nanowrimo – the crash
That was my main Hallowe'en costume I wore for the last couple of days on SL. SL is having login issues again, so I'm not even trying to get on this morning. I sat on the edge of the bed of the hotel room, nervously waiting for her, reading and rereading the last message she … Continue reading Nanowrimo
There's never enough time, when you want to tell someone you love them. You forget to when they leave in the morning, or when you drop them off. Then something happens... And time stops. Time has stopped for Spitfire over a year ago. For the last year, she has been slowly watching her father degrade … Continue reading There’s never enough time
I had two job interviews this week. One has gotten back to me, and they went with someone else. That's fine. I couldn't afford to buy the clothing they would want me to wear in their job. The other one is a union job, and the second interviewer's eyes went wide with my tickets as … Continue reading Continuing On
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