We've been busy

[ailbhe]

First, last night we moved the coathooks in the hall and painted the first section of it Brilliant White, using the paint leftover from the dining room ages ago. So now it's easier and brighter to walk into the house and have guests, in particular, sort themselves out.

Then we did loads of laundry because Linnea helped me with the painting and paint washes out best if you get to it fast. Also, Rob put up another bit of shelving in the library; we're getting there, little by little.

This morning we tidied up the toys and things and hoovered some of the larger food patches. Then Farmor and Grandad arrived and were greeted with enthusiasm; Grandad accidentally stepped on Emer's bare foot and gave himself a terrible, terrible fright, but they're both ok now. Then they all went out to lunch at the local Toby Carvery, for Farmor's Mother's Day treat, and I tootled off to a Special Members' Meeting of the True Food Co-op, which was at RISC. I popped into RISC first and bought a couple of lampshades for the hall and dining room lights, which I've been hating for some considerable time now. I was concerned that I couldn't afford to buy them this month but they were much, much cheaper than I had anticipated. And, obv, fair trade.

The Co-op meeting was fraught. It's more a matter of personal ethics and beliefs than commerce, so people were very emotionally involved at every stage, on all sides of the multifaceted "debate," but I'm fairly optimistic about how things worked out, though I did find I had to put my hand up and speak out several times.

I hate having to speak out. It scares me silly. From when I had to speak out during the custody case through speaking out over my medical care and on to the comparatively trivial mentions I made today. It makes me shake and I almost always want to cry afterwards. That was particularly bad today because the stuff under discussion made me want to cry anyway, and there was a fair bit of aggression floating around in non-physical ways.

And then on the way home I was talking about how babies swim and know how not to breathe under water and I thought unstoppably of Tadhg. That was wretched indeed.

Comments

[merryhouse.livejournal.com]

ohhh sweetie, what a horrible thought. {hugs}

Unfortunately, I can't see it stopping being a horrible thought for many years... but I hope it gets easier to bear.

[(Anonymous)]

Sending you some happies. Everyone needs a few happies to balance things out.

[kelvix.livejournal.com]

Sending you some happies. Everyone needs a few happies to balance things out.