I spent mine in the psych ward at Vernon Jubilee Hospital. And a day on either side, as well. In case you were wondering where I have been, how come I have not been regaling you with sparkling tales of sleigh ride joyousness. The winter has been darker than I expected, and the end result is a major turning point for me.
Just know that I am still here. It has been a rocky time, and there is lots to tell. But I am not quite ready to tell it. I mean, I have been telling it all over the place, but this...this is going to take some thought. The writing down of everything.
I am safely ensconced in the Okanagan, care and feeding courtesy of chez mummy, or, as I like to call it, the Grizzly Hill Sanitorium. I made a brief attempt to return to Vancouver, but it proved to be too soon, my heartrate too high, my brow too furrowed. Upon Doctor's orders am back in the bosom of the quiet countryside.
Will keep you apprised.
Take care of selves,
x
r.
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No pithy comments from me. I am very sorry to hear times have been rocky for you. Work hard to get better. What you got we all need.
Hugs.
hey kid
i check your blog all the time looking for some sort of update....
i'm thinking of you.
g. xo
Baby, you know I've sent my real thoughts privately to you, so now I am answering your general question: On my 35th birthday, I was at my parents' cottage in Ontario, and your dad was our new special guest. Everyone made a fuss of him, except we were all drunk so I'm not sure he got it. My dad was doing Jack Palance impersonations and we were all talking about how we had no kids and were total losers at 35. Phil (at that time, 46 or 47)piped up, "Wait a second I have Kids! And I love them Very Much!!" My mum and dad totally swooned over him and cheered him on in his paternal lust. I do believe that Fred said, "Aye, you go tell'em son!" I left that night, full of the love of my friends and family and also exquisitely mortified at how Scottishly/Irishly everyone was drunk at the time and how i feared that Phil would now break up with me.
12, 13 years later, he is gone. We are in love, you and I, and we are all just getting going with our lives. You have wonderful people who read your blog. And I will speak with you anon.
xxxxxxxxxxSusan
big hugs. i hope that being in the Okanagan brings back the strength you have within. we look forward to your words when you are ready and hope this turning point leads you up, up, and up..xo
Sending warm thoughts your way.
From GhostDog (the Hagakure):
"There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything."
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