I took A. to therapy. It was a very nice conversation. That’s the first time she’s been out of the house since we returned home from London. Hmmm.
I proposed a late lunch, but she opted for dinner out instead, and obviously that didn’t happen.
No phone call with J., because therapy landed on top of it.
J. at the builder suggested I work on a slide deck of where all the art and furnishings and so forth are going to go in the house. It’s a really good idea (she didn’t say it in so many words, but she said something that I turned into that), but it’s also incredibly stressful. I’m going around the house and taking pictures of furniture and that forces me to notice all the crap stacked on every single surface in the house.
OK, it’s not every surface in the house. But it’s all the ones I’m taking pictures of.
As I work through this project, it is becoming clear that I really don’t own nearly as much stuff as I thought I did. I’ve already gotten rid of a lot. I just need to somehow avoid looking at the overall picture while I slog away at the details so I don’t get too discouraged.
I proposed a late lunch, but she opted for dinner out instead, and obviously that didn’t happen.
No phone call with J., because therapy landed on top of it.
J. at the builder suggested I work on a slide deck of where all the art and furnishings and so forth are going to go in the house. It’s a really good idea (she didn’t say it in so many words, but she said something that I turned into that), but it’s also incredibly stressful. I’m going around the house and taking pictures of furniture and that forces me to notice all the crap stacked on every single surface in the house.
OK, it’s not every surface in the house. But it’s all the ones I’m taking pictures of.
As I work through this project, it is becoming clear that I really don’t own nearly as much stuff as I thought I did. I’ve already gotten rid of a lot. I just need to somehow avoid looking at the overall picture while I slog away at the details so I don’t get too discouraged.