arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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Change of plans. The other grandfather has spoken. Hubs and I are not at all sure we understood him well, but we believe we have come to recognize when he is swinging his THP (Traditional Hispanic...
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I've got the shakes this morning, from the wrinkles in my forehead to the fidgets in my toes with leaks and purges in between. Yucko bucko, it doth sucko. Feels almost like it could be a flu bug, but...
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It looks like this will be my last few free days for a goodly while. It is almost spooky how neatly all the pieces are falling in line for the GK's to spend the next school semester here at the farm,...
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To the best of my awareness, all relevant parties have agreed. GS will be withdrawn from his current kindergarten class on Wednesday and will start the Spring Semester here at the farm. His little...
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I believe it was in the late 80's or early 90's that it was therapuetically decided that December should be my OTM. (Official Therapy Month) My memory blocks were coming down and. . . Well. . ....
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The proposition is on the table of transferring GS to the kindergarten nearest the farm. The current thought is that semester change is a good time to do so, if it needs to be done. The parental...
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Pimp Sis and Hubs share the same birthday. Pimp Sis loved her birthday enough to dramacate it to whatever direction any given year was taking it. 10 siblings. . . Dysfunctional parents. . . Constant...
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Today I challenge the maze of "Protective Custody" to see about arranging all or part of Winter Vacation with the GKs, as well as attempting to get updates on the bureactratic investigation. It sure...
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Hubs and I shared a long distance panic attack Saturday evening. Not much new there. Sharing everything is what lovers do, isn't it? At least in romantic theory. Theory behaves so well on paper. . ....
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Have I ever tracked my jigsaw puzzle binges? Not deliberately, but I'll bet I've noted it as a sidebar within this massive collection of verbal vomit I call my therapy journal. I am a great lover of...
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In March 2017, when I flight-triggered out of here for what evolved into my year long funeral pilgrimage, I was in the process of taking the first of those first, hardest steps to remedy the...
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It seems pretty typical that the hardest part of accepting a promotion within a corporation is losing the old job duties. In hopes of circumventing that Catch 22, Hubs facilitated the hiring of a...
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Today's guit-chi report is a repeat of the last few days. Severe blockages in all energy flows. If I was brave enough to risk the political corrections of the fashion sets, I would risk saying the...
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Hubs reports that yesterday's custodial hand-off to the other grandparents went without drama. GO TEAM!!! Way to do the do!!! Prayers on-going. Healing hopes for all. No exceptions.It remains...
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The paradigm shifts remain the hardest part of psychotherapy for me. When, exactly, did the Child Prostitute become the Signal Corps Specialist? When, exactly, did the engineering student my cute...
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