Hi @Former-Member, @Determined. Am ok-ish?
Still "all quiet" with Older Daughter, but methinks I'm getting that backlash of depression that comes when there's no crisis to overwhelm it. Meh. I've gotten myself out into the garden the last couple of days, but haven't really enjoyed it. Too sad and tired inside. Still, I'll keep reminding myself that I'll be thankful that I did later on when it all crops or flowers. (Chookie's burial spot has its larkspurs planted as of today.)
Played with the church music group this morning, but also feeling a bit flat there. But when you reach that point where you're just relaxing into the music and flowing with it, it's good, and I did get there. (Oddly, I suspect that's good for others too, because part of that is that you kind of lose yourself for a little bit, instead of being conscious that you're "performing".) I'd had weird dreams a couple of times recently that had me turning up at church and realising that I was meant to be playing but had forgotten my viola. For me, that's sort of tied up with feelings of both letting other people down, and missing out on something that I find fulfilling.
Younger Daughter had a day off school this week, also I suspect a backlash dose of depression. We'd sent her to school but she asked us to pick her up, finding it too hard being there. We insisted on doing it the "right way" and getting a student welfare staff member involved, so that gives Daughter the message that she needs to go through the right channels, that they are actually willing to listen to what's going on, and also lets them know that we want to work with them.
Ummm... Hubby's paperwork is all in, so now we wait and see.
I'm trying to get my head around another trip up to see my parents and house-sort. One week's time is a possibility. The house will be cold as, but there's a booked in trip up with my sister during July, and it would be good to sort and tidy a bit before then so that we've got room to move. We're starting to see some empty space up there, but a lot of it is at that awkward stage where there's half sorted piles and boxes everywhere.
