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Yesterday, I got a nice envelope from a friend --- she sent me a part of her local paper about NASCAR because she knows I'm a race fan.  It brightened my day more than I can express.  Because somebody thought about me.  Somebody remembered. This incredibly black Pit which I've been mucking around in for all  these months  completely isolates me.  There's no energy, no interest in going out, in contacting people.  I have absolutely nothing  to contribute to a conversation or a gathering.  Because I don't do anything.  Except spend my first couple of waking hours filling out new job applications and following up on old ones. So people forget about me.  Maybe they would have forgotten anyway --- there's no way to know.  But it seems, it feels, like 90% of the people whom I could once count on just aren't there anymore.  They were good and loyal for a while, but after a bit, they got bored.  Disinterested.  ...

1. We cannot make our children happy. 2. We cannot give our children high self-esteem. 3. We cannot make friendships for our children or micro-manage their friendships. 4. We cannot successfully double as our child's agent, manager, and coach. 5. We cannot create the "second family" for which our child yearns in order to facilitate his or her own growth. 6. It is increasingly apparent that we parents cannot compete with or limit our children's total immersion in the online, digital, and social media realms. 7. We cannot keep our children perfectly safe, but we can drive them crazy trying. 8. We cannot make our children independent.

I rather love Stephen Fry, and he has written a magnificent essay on depression and suicide.  You can read it in its entirety here.   The parts that mirror my experiences and feelings follow: But I can still be sad. Perhaps you might go to my tumblr page and see what Bertrand Russell wrote about his abiding passions (it’s the last section of the page). I can be sad for the same reason he was, though I do so much less about it than that great man did. But I can be sad for personal reasons because I am often forlorn, unhappy and lonely. These are qualities all humans suffer from and do not qualify (except in their worst extremes) as mental illnesses.  In the end loneliness is the most terrible and contradictory of my problems. I hate having only myself to come home to. If I have a book to write, it’s fine. I’m up so early in the morning that even I pop out for an early supper I am happy to go straight to bed, eager to be up and writing at dawn the next day. But oth...

1.  My daughter turned 21 Monday.  It was the first time we haven't seen each other on her birthday. 2.  I'm in a sock-knitting mode right now, with orders for 4 adult pair and 2 baby pair. 3.  The socks order came with specific color requests, which meant I had to go through all my sock yarn.  I had NO idea I had that much.  4.  I have hypothyroidism, and have been prescribed thyroid hormones as of Tuesday morning.  Hopefully, this will help some with my lethargy, headaches and weight. 5.  We've been having daily rounds of thunderstorms, many pretty bad.  I don't mind them, but a couple of the animals hide themselves away, not to be seen for a while. 6.  I've been drinking lots  of tea lately.  The rainy weather gives me sinus headaches, and warmth makes them better. 7.   A honeysuckle vine has begun growing through my huge gardenia bush.  The smelll you when walk  outside is divi...

My son just asked me if I am okay on Father's Day.  I told him, in truth, that I am. Neither my Daddy nor my husband wanted a big deal made about Father's Day.  They both wanted to be remembered, of course, but big to-do-s weren't necessary. I don't think my husband thought too much about himself on Father's Day;  he thought of his  father.  I know that's how I feel on Mother's Day.  It was always about her, not about me. My son also said, "I don't think I ever told you I'm sorry you lost your husband.  I am." That's a terrific Father's Day present for a mom.

My daughter came back into town today.  It was the first time she'd been back, and it was great to have her here, if only for a little while.   She's about to start her new job, so her brother took her back tonight, just a massive, strong, scary thunderstorms started raking down from the north.  He said the drive back was absolutely brutal, but everyone's in their own places tonight.  Except the power is out in my daughter's apartment. Finn and Rupert were SO happy to see here again: