Peanut #1

Feels ALL THE EMOTIONS ALL THE TIME... and man, it's hard on her.

Complicating things somewhat is that her mom, The Project Manager, also feels ALL THE THINGS all the time, so it can be a bit tense when they get to feuding.

I mean, I think it's just a phase that she outgrows, but the Project Manager has to survive this. I guess that's my job: Keep reminding that survival is going to happen.

"None of this is personal"
"This is normal child dev"
"This is a phase"
"Your frustration is fine to feel"

Use of space

There are 2 full-size artistic THREE, correction, there are THREE full-scale artistic endeavours going on in our house right now, which means that there's also dishes, toys, and laundry scattered everywhere.

I guess it's part of how we've chosen to live! I wonder if there's food in our fridge... there's condiments.  Kids like condiments, right?

Heh... sometimes we do this right

Last night we threw a little bbq for the salespeople who come to the Prairie Metropolis Shoe Show.  A small gathering of about 25 people... so I cooked about 25 steaks on the BBQ.

At this point this morning, we have two fridges FULL of food. Like _FULL_ of food.

I have no idea what we're going to do about this LOL.

There was an interesting moment, where I realized that I was done. I just went full strength all day, and then just crashed. Hard. Just went up to bed and lay down and went to sleep.

I pulled it all together, amazingly, but it was a very sudden and interesting crash

Hot summer, hot Dad

Patience... I continue to lack patience... It's a thing I need to work on. I do not badly on putting up with crap, but when I can't, I REALLY can't... it's not great.

Keeping my phone away from my face seems to help.

5:30 am

We have a new cat.  He is a FWOOF

And he likes to be fed about 5:30 am. And he is boisterous and LOUD in his demands to be fed, so I get up and feed him.

And then, if the stars align, I get shit done

Today I did laundry, dishes, and cooked delicious breakfast for the Project Manager and the Peanuts and generally had my crap together.

It felt good.

And good thing, because I accidentally forgot to check the terms on the service that gives you free wood chips for mulch and accidentally got a dump truck of free wood chips dumped onto our driveway and my wifely person was displeased. Then eventually she was amused.

Basically, if you can't handle me at my "Tonne of Wood Chips on the Driveway Surprise!" you don't deserve me at my "Breakfast and Latte in Bed"

My Dad

Is an introvert, who lives in the bush with an extroverted wife, in a very remote part of Faraway Province.  He's in his mid 70s, and he is in very good health, but his hands shake a bit, and he's a bit tired, I think, overall.

I think he's had to work very hard on his social skills his whole life, and he's not getting any better at it as he ages. He has an old nigh-dead dog, which gives him an easy excuse to avoid doing things with people.

He's mentioned this week that on a good day he speaks to only one other person, his wife, and on an even better day he speaks to no one at all.

He likes to read, he likes to write, and he likes to watch British murder mysteries on the TV.

Fine.

At some point, he will have some hard choices to make as his health deteriorates.  It occurs to me as I type this that maybe he's stocking up on solitary time, knowing that he will have to move somewhere more populated if his health gets worse.

Heat Wave...

A summer heat wave in Prairie Metropolis has us on our back feet a little bit with regards to productivity and so on, but things are coming together!

We had a lovely vacation with my Dad and Step mom in Far Away Land, and they are a whole blog post unto themselves ;)

My Dad is a complex dude with some grumpiness issues and .. probably... some kind of anxiety-related autism-style disorder.

a charismatic loner, I think, would be the way to describe him.