The Week of Zero Posts

The last time I posted was the 17th. Writing another blog post never happened. Why? After six months of J’s new schedule I’m still not used to it. He’s home every two days and it continues to throw me off. It only affects my creative endeavors. Adapting my schedule for running the house only took a couple of months. My old school style longs for a Monday - Friday schedule. But after 13 years of service with this company that schedule remains elusive. As he gains seniority they offer fewer and fewer of the “perfect for us” schedule. I grew up in a Monday through Friday home. Hope lingers.

I see the moon…

Last summer I started photographing the moon with my nifty little Nikon P900. It was during full moon shoots that I noticed my sinus issues were worse. Last week’s full moon didn’t help my already lack-luster week.

Arguing with one of the offspring…

Parenthood doesn’t stop when the offspring reaches adulthood. Navigating this phase of life has had its difficult moments and last week was just another. A clash of ideas about behavior resulted in a rift between me and Number Two. This time my foot is staying down. I can’t condone the way he talks to people, especially his wife. His response, “This is how the two of us talk to each other…” doesn’t cut it with me. What they do behind closed doors is their damn business but I don’t have to be subjected to it. We had it out on the phone and then in text. He decided to end the relationship. I said, “Cool ciao.”

I don’t like rifts between me and my husband or kids. It eats at me until things get hashed out. This time however I’m good with what went down. At 28 he needs to know that his words have consequences and he’s not going to break me with a verbal onslaught. It helps that his brothers read the texts and sided with me on the matter.

One of the hardest things about parenting adult children is holding your ground when it comes to your own principles. Your kids may not agree with them but you can’t bend when they try to hold your relationship with them hostage. It’s been a long time coming but at 57 I’m good with them going off in a huff.

Let’s finish the week off with a stomach bug shall we?

I’m pretty good with not expanding upon that because I’m sure you get the idea.

Might have been under the weather but…

I was still able to hide out in my art space and paint a few rocks.

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This week is back on track. Monday was an all housework and meal prep day. This frees of the rest of the week for blogging, photography and painting. THAT’S my kind of week. Also in the works: opening up the shop here on the site and putting these rocks up for sale. As always, stay tuned…

B