Monday, August 08, 2005


Denial and depression...

Yes, I'm in denial about the end of vacation. I fall asleep on the sofa and wake up thinking, Where am I?

Every afternoon, I think, Time to go to the beach...

I'm doing OK keeping up with things like laundry and shopping and cooking, and the kids are doing OK not killing each other. Yet everything still feels like a struggle. I remember times when doing things felt effortless -- even some things that require a good deal of effort, like making banana splits from scratch. Now even the simple things require Herculean efforts (of will, if not of physical strength).

I'll get over it. I just miss having more people around, and the more benign environment of the Cape. For a while there, that was my real life, and it takes a while to shake the pixie dust out of my eyes and get on with what is, in fact, Real.

1 comment:

Sheik Yerbootie said...


And you never called.


By the way, now that you are in Pheonix, I'll let a cat out of the bag. My wife's family owns half of Mystic and she owns two buildings in downtown Mystic which she inherited from her Grandmother.

Heh, heh, heh...

You should have called. :>)

However, it's back to the grind. We're heading out to Milwaukee in another week to pick up the Halman 20 and as soon as we get back, she's in school.

Hard to believe the summer is almost gone.

You'll get with it soon - I know. As strange as this may be, you sound like you are in a much better place - just a feeling I have.

Later tater - glad you made it back ok.

Even if you didn't call me.

~~ harrumph ~~