Monday, December 15, 2008
water!
The water saga might be over.... many thousand of dollars later, we have a new copper water pipe and a couple of tons of new top soil.
Here's a picture of the work in progress.
i'm just glad i wasn't home while they were using a jackhammer in the kitchen!
Friday, December 05, 2008
The infertile cresent.
Yeah, ok so i disappeared again. i really don't feel like talking about
this at all, but for some reason i feel like i have to explain myself.
A couple of months back, i thought i was pregnant. Well, i either just
missed a period because i am now fabulously peri-menopausal or i really
was pregnant. So, when i finally got my period....it was devastating.
Because it means: Either i miscarried or i am becoming no longer able
to sustain/create/carry a new life.
So, i've been a big black hole of despair for a while now. i am working
though this in my own way. There's really not a lot of guidance that
anyone can give me on how i should handle my feelings because no one
can tell me how to feel! i just need to grieve in my own way, for my
own reasons, until i am done grieving.
So, my intrepid readers: No, i do not want to talk about this. No pats
on the back, no knowing looks, and for Goddess' sake, please don't tell
me that i'll get over it. Or i'll scream.
this at all, but for some reason i feel like i have to explain myself.
A couple of months back, i thought i was pregnant. Well, i either just
missed a period because i am now fabulously peri-menopausal or i really
was pregnant. So, when i finally got my period....it was devastating.
Because it means: Either i miscarried or i am becoming no longer able
to sustain/create/carry a new life.
So, i've been a big black hole of despair for a while now. i am working
though this in my own way. There's really not a lot of guidance that
anyone can give me on how i should handle my feelings because no one
can tell me how to feel! i just need to grieve in my own way, for my
own reasons, until i am done grieving.
So, my intrepid readers: No, i do not want to talk about this. No pats
on the back, no knowing looks, and for Goddess' sake, please don't tell
me that i'll get over it. Or i'll scream.
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