The Adventures of Paisley
Blue
The 4-day holiday weekend was eventful and full of ups and downs. We were underway in moving from Capitol Hill to Kent when the transmission went out in the truck. Payday is a week away. I have to let go and leave this to the gods. I am doing what I can, but at this point I do not really know what more I can do to help our situation.
I love our new home and our new roommates and I get good sleep out there. Sirens and screaming nutcases are happily missing from this community. The children are delightful in their individual ways. The little girl reminds me of nieces and nephews back home; the teenage boy reminds me of what it was like to be a teenager, feeling grown up but not quite being grown.
Michael and I are doing well, too. We are still learning to read each other, and I have to admit he's a faster study than I am but I think that's because I cannot remember what I have learned. I have to learn over and over again until it finally sticks to my long-term memory. He can tell when my blood sugar is low or if I need to eat. He continues to tickle me and even playfully spank me and I try to spank him but he laughs at it, calling it a love tap "at best."
I have laughed so much in the last few days it is easy to forget that I was ever sad. However, I still need to connect with my feelings because I have continued to occasionally have thoughts of self-injury and I definitely do not want to go there. I'm not sure why those thoughts surface, because as far as I can tell, I'm happier than I've been in a long, long time.
It's only about 10:30 am so I may have more to write before the day's over. Then again, maybe not. Ciao!
~Paisley Blue |
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