Top Hits
Topic: August 2005
[Caution, considerable whining ahead] Last nite on the way home from work I was listening to the radio and the station was playing the top summer songs.... Summer in the City by Lovin' Spoonful and Hot Fun in the Summer time by Sly and the Family Stone and these songs reminded me of some really fun summers.... and then I lost it. I realized summer is almost over and my summer sucked! I think the only highpoint of this summer is that after working in the yard last weekend I was able to hose off my hot and sweaty head and not think about hair. And to think I'm gonna have to deal with this through the holidays, sucks even more. I don't think anyone can really understand how I feel unless they've been through this. It is emotional and physical not to mention change provoking. What changes? Everything. Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain)... the song by David Bowie comes to mind. All my relationships seem to have changed or are changing. People that I never considered supportive have risen to the top and impressed me with their support; others who I'd expect to be supportive, can't deal with it and hide. The dynamics of each relationship changes [they either turn to face the strain or they face away]. It can be so frustrating and disappointing, but it can also be very enligtening. I'm so glad I have a large support network and most are able to be supportive. A person's true identity comes to surface in times of strain - good or bad.

To top off my evening of feeling sorry for myself, I went home to see the progress of the fire damage repair and packing. All the remains upstairs is items that are considered not salvagable by the cleaning company (but that's something that can be argued). I went into my sewing room, and found about 5 boxes with items TOSSED/THROWN in them. Well, I was furious! In one box were trims, trash, dirty items, clean items, and things that were in containers, now out of their containers and tossed into a box. I found some of my girl scout patches and pins, that were in a container (who knows where the container is); buttons, pins, zippers, all items that were in a plastic drawer cart, not damaged by smoke or soot. A crochet teddy bear my mom made me, hardware, just a mess of stuff. It was so disrespectful of my things. I understand that only a fellow sew-ist knows the value of a button, (I do collect vintage ones); or pins, or trims - but ALL my things should be treated as valuable. And I certainly am not a horder and do toss things out myself. It was definetly a good thing that the business was closed for the evening or they would have had a crazy lady to deal with. In another box in the bedroom was my perfume bottle collection, all tossed in a box; with my dried wedding bouquet and then some trash on top. Who ARE these people?? Ok, maybe it was time for the bouquet to get tossed, but that should be MY decision.

This morning as I was leaving my house, I thought, oh, I wonder if the curling iron is turned off.... until I realized I have no hair or bathroom for that matter.... old habits