Lunch: Subway, roast beef and a bowl of soup
Dinner: Tuna salad sandwich, a cup or so of chips, hardboiled egg, cup or so of pineapple
So, this breakfast, the not having any has to stop. I feel hunger when I awake, but it is gone by the time I am up and moving around, feeding the cats and going you know where.
It is supposed to be the most important meal of the day, breaking the overnight fast and all that. I just kind of forget about it. Not good. Gotta stop. Make the effort. Eat something, dammit.
Slow day at the gallery, which was nice, as I was able to finish my library book and can get a new one when I go in tomorrow for a special session with a client. She does not want her current employer to know that she is looking for a new job, totally understandable, especially if the new position does not work out. Normally, even this sort of a kinder-gentler sort of subterfuge would bother me and I would be wishing that she had kept that information to herself, but if she had, I would not have been able to suggest a Saturday appointment.
It means that I will have to give up my afternoon with a friend, but this seems more important, particularly since her current work and future plans are with disadvantaged persons. That speaks to my heart and the work that I do, making this a noble effort for both of us. Crafting what she needs will be easy, because she has qualifications upon qualifications and those are stacked atop the energy and knowledge she brings to her work. It is very satisfying to work with someone like her. Oh yeah, everyone needs a job and deserves to have one worthy of them, but this kind of expansion into the realms of serious public service, even though it brings a paycheck with it, is worth whatever it takes to help someone.
One of my other clients stopped in to visit. He is of an entirely different type of person, both in the work he would like to do and how he seems to be doing his best to avoid actually getting an actual job. He showed up with a haircut, of the stunning and wonderful kind and told me that he is serious about making his life better, so it looks like we will be working together again. The person who cut his hair, however, did a not so great job and when he shows up next week, we will step outside and I will trim and try to fix the small mess the stylist made in the back of his head. Yeah, we run an all-inclusive-services kind of operation there.
Those two are one of the reasons that I proposed this service to our library and have kept on doing it for two years. I hope to do it for as long as it is needed, which, Universe willing, will not be forever.
Dear kind and loving Universe, people need jobs, so if there is anything you can do about it, I would be so appreciative.
I have finished three bath wash cloths for the babies. Two are the half-sized and ribbed ones, and I started a fish-shaped one at knitting club on Wednesday, finished it today at the gallery and an half-way into the second one. The babies and I will be making bathtub soap paints next week and then they can take a bath with those and their new wash cloths. I stopped at a tiny variety kind of store on my way home from the city tonight and bought a couple of crochet hooks so that I can make nice, loopy hangers for them, and was looking around at all the lovely yarns and found some more cotton yarn. Huge surprise, but I bought some, only two balls, in colors that I think the babies might like.
I also found, on-line, patterns for knitting letter and initials into a cloth, and will go back when I have used up the yarns I have now and am feeling more confident about this whole knitting thing and get some solid colors so that I can make some with their initials. Might make some for mommy and daddy, too.
I used to knit. It is sort of like the whole shooting thing, I did it long ago, then more recently and am wanting to do it now. Again. It is fun. It keeps me busy when I am feeling too exhausted to do anything else. I am making cool and useful stuff. If I start to feel hungry, I pick up the needles and yarn and keep my hands occupied. And, it is pretty darn cheap. But, the best part is staying busy and doing something useful when I am unable to do anything else and can at least manage the needles and yarn. I know that it is stupid, but it helps me to feel like less of a waste of ectoplasm, you know?
I am feeling like a waste where all my crap is concerned. I have divested myself of so much stuff and yet I still feel burdened. I have to keep going and become more ruthless with this. Someone who is not me continues to take things out of the garbage and charity boxes and squirrel it away somewhere, but I am getting more clever. I have again begun just keeping an eye on things and then packing them in a box and taking it immediately out of the house and to the charity shops when I have the time and energy to do so. I still have nearly a couple thousand books to get rid of. Just shameful.
I was thinking, only thinking, about hiring one of those pack-em-up-and-haul-it-out places to come in when I am away and take everything. I have even thought it through to the part about how I could take the essentials, like some art stuff, my favorite sewing machine, some clothes, my toiletries, and a few books and stuff like that and putting it all in one room and then just letting those guy have their way with everything else. I would still want my bed and the computer and some furniture left, and suppose I could label those big things or something.
It would be like having some kind of natural disaster coming along and taking everything away and leaving a clean slate. That is very appealing, especially since I have so much stuff and have been doing this for a freaking year and a half. Something has to give and I think that it is going to be me just packing shit and releasing it into the ether or something.
I wonder if anyone else has done something like that and how it worked for her/him.
Anyway, it is kind of exhilarating to think about and I just might do it or something similar.
Or not. Cripes. I am just so sick and tired of this whole stuff stuff. I mean, am I serious about being healthier or not?
Someone told me that reading about my efforts towards a healthier life was helpful to her, that it inspired and encouraged her. Frankly, I think that it is more likely that it makes her feel better because she is not nearly as fucked up as I am. Yeah, I am pretty positive about that.