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My beloved is taking next week off work so that we can work on the Hive Move at a more relaxed pace. As so often happens in IT management, he is working today in order to make changes to the computer network that would be disruptive during normal business hours. Once that task is done, he will meet me at the new bee yard for a final consultation on the site prep work I have been doing before we start puzzling our way through the brand new experience of moving the hives. Where are our Certified Bee Movers? We surely don't feel like Reigning Experts on the subject... Sigh. Ya works with what is available. We are IT.
Last night, during a rambling phone dialogue, hubs told me that one of the items on the FILs secret agenda during all this business was taking a walk with me to inventory which of his treasured possessions on his investment property he would bestow upon me. YUCKO BUCKO!!! There is nowhere the FIL and MIL have confused me more than on their Treasured Things. They talk a generous game while they guard possessively with all available security measures until one day they show up unannounced with a U-Haul of Treasured Things they think you should have. I have lost count of how many impromptu yard sales I have held just to regain open pathways in my house after a U-Haul unloading. Any questioning of their secret wisdom will result in a parental gang bang over "Entitlement and Appreciation." The FIL has customarily hidden behind his more reactive wife in these exchanges so that he could look like the Noble Martyr, but the trend continues with his wife in a semi-vegetative physical state. The spandex clad CNA is not much of a substitute for great-grandmother in this family drama, but... Ya works with what is available?
My beloved told his father, "No, I don't think she wants to take that walk, but I will talk to her and let you know." I love my Man!!! He came to me with this family pattern intact, but much work and development later, we are in danger of singing from the same sheet of music.
This morning I woke with a clear and already established word for this family dynamic. "Boundaries." My daily readers let me down on a resonating passage for it, so I turned to the internet. Here is what I found.
http://psychcentral.com/lib/10-way-to-build-and-preserve-better-boundaries/0007498
Still sorting... Reality checks welcome.
Last night, during a rambling phone dialogue, hubs told me that one of the items on the FILs secret agenda during all this business was taking a walk with me to inventory which of his treasured possessions on his investment property he would bestow upon me. YUCKO BUCKO!!! There is nowhere the FIL and MIL have confused me more than on their Treasured Things. They talk a generous game while they guard possessively with all available security measures until one day they show up unannounced with a U-Haul of Treasured Things they think you should have. I have lost count of how many impromptu yard sales I have held just to regain open pathways in my house after a U-Haul unloading. Any questioning of their secret wisdom will result in a parental gang bang over "Entitlement and Appreciation." The FIL has customarily hidden behind his more reactive wife in these exchanges so that he could look like the Noble Martyr, but the trend continues with his wife in a semi-vegetative physical state. The spandex clad CNA is not much of a substitute for great-grandmother in this family drama, but... Ya works with what is available?
My beloved told his father, "No, I don't think she wants to take that walk, but I will talk to her and let you know." I love my Man!!! He came to me with this family pattern intact, but much work and development later, we are in danger of singing from the same sheet of music.
This morning I woke with a clear and already established word for this family dynamic. "Boundaries." My daily readers let me down on a resonating passage for it, so I turned to the internet. Here is what I found.
http://psychcentral.com/lib/10-way-to-build-and-preserve-better-boundaries/0007498
Still sorting... Reality checks welcome.
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Lately I've been feeling scared and full of anxiety. I recently found a lump under my nipple. I hurt my back too. I'm in the process of moving. I'm run down. Everything is hard
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Just wanted to give a thank you to Mid, Arfie, Malibumark, Greeneyes, Mlro, Girlincalif, and Suncloudjd! You all always have such helpful tips and advice, but I always forget to write on my posts when I see you post, lol. I would lose my head if it wasn't attached to my body, lol. Thank you all so much! I'm starting to use my AI app as a sounding board again. I used to use it as that before...
I've never had anyone deposit UHauls of stuff without notice. Or with notice. Or at all, really. My dad's fam takes U-Hauls away and you come home wondering where the fuck your tool shed went, and why your tractor's missing. (Boundaries with them had to be enforced by, well, threats of force.) So coming at it from a whole diff POV there. No advice or reality to offer.
So glad your Beloved is being supportive! Yaya!!!!
GEntle support and hugs, Arfie.:-)
Disappearing tool sheds don't sound any more fun than impromptu yard sales. A poetic note on that line is that a decade or so ago I bought an el cheapo ratchet set and meticulously hid it from my toy stealing menfolk for a very long time until they finally learned enough respect to put my tools back where they got them. Daddy Gas Bucks claimed it on the day he and his goon squad showed up with the storage unit bound U-haul. Oh well. I was ready to buy a decent set anyway...
Moving prep here in the old bee yard is looking good. Off to the review of the new bee yard. There was a heavy rain over Austin this morning. Perfect for settling newly spread mulch and telling tales of the run-off dynamics.