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Nov. 27th, 2004 07:55 pmi'm admitting defeat. i'm not going to finish. i just did a manual check on the number of words i've written, The number i have according to the word count on my pc is about 6,000 fewer than the meter i've been using. i have three days to get over 16000 words. And i'm stuck. i can't seem to get it to go where i want it to go. i feel like i'm trying to herd cats. It's just not working. Bah!
The weather is ugly. High winds, blowing sand, would call it blizzard-like conditions if it were snow. Can't see the navy boat out in front of the apartment. There was a time today when i couldn't even see the ocean. The whole house smells like dust. i feel icky from the dirty air. Bah!
i have a luncheon meeting on Monday with a logistics company. Maybe i am going to do some work for them. Logistics isn't quite the right word, the one i want is escaping me at the moment. There are times i am really concerned that my losing words is a sign of Alzheimer's. Then there are days when i think it happens because i use "MY" language so little. Most of my speaking is done in teacher talk. Slowly, not simple sentences, but the lexicon is certainly not up to my level. Whatever that means. i have been away from my home for 16 years. In all that time i have not lived in a country in whose language i am literate. i can't even write my name here. No wonder i'm losing my language.
Maxie is sleeping with me tonight. And that's all there is to it.
The family had a nice holiday yesterday. Auntie Nurse had to work Thursday, so it was postponed. Son's whole family got to be there. Daughter and Mother had a good time. Pictures were taken. Food was et. A good time was had by all. i am happy for that.
Master was feeling better this morning. i do believe the stress is a large part of the 'sicknesses' He has been having. He is fine up north. He feels He has to be. He's in charge. The closer He gets to here, the more and more He shuts down. By the time He gets into the apartment He is tired and sick feeling and weakish. This weekend He slept more than He was awake. i hope He can come back on Wednesday next week. Then He can shut down for two days and i'll still have some time with Him. i told Him if i don't get some physical time, just being able to snuggle and touch Him, next week, i'm going on strike. He wasn't sure He wasn't coming down with some flu thing again, so there were no kisses, no hugs, no nothing this weekend. i am a touching person. i need human contact. i reached over to Him this morning and laid my arm across His belly. He was still deep asleep, but He patted my hand. Big whoopdeedo. i didn't want much, but sure wanted more than a pat. This isn't a complaint. Just a wistful feeling.
i don't like this living together apart, not one bit.
Clean sheet night, and i don't get to kid Him about it. Or wash His hair. Or scrub His back. Bah! again.
The weather is ugly. High winds, blowing sand, would call it blizzard-like conditions if it were snow. Can't see the navy boat out in front of the apartment. There was a time today when i couldn't even see the ocean. The whole house smells like dust. i feel icky from the dirty air. Bah!
i have a luncheon meeting on Monday with a logistics company. Maybe i am going to do some work for them. Logistics isn't quite the right word, the one i want is escaping me at the moment. There are times i am really concerned that my losing words is a sign of Alzheimer's. Then there are days when i think it happens because i use "MY" language so little. Most of my speaking is done in teacher talk. Slowly, not simple sentences, but the lexicon is certainly not up to my level. Whatever that means. i have been away from my home for 16 years. In all that time i have not lived in a country in whose language i am literate. i can't even write my name here. No wonder i'm losing my language.
Maxie is sleeping with me tonight. And that's all there is to it.
The family had a nice holiday yesterday. Auntie Nurse had to work Thursday, so it was postponed. Son's whole family got to be there. Daughter and Mother had a good time. Pictures were taken. Food was et. A good time was had by all. i am happy for that.
Master was feeling better this morning. i do believe the stress is a large part of the 'sicknesses' He has been having. He is fine up north. He feels He has to be. He's in charge. The closer He gets to here, the more and more He shuts down. By the time He gets into the apartment He is tired and sick feeling and weakish. This weekend He slept more than He was awake. i hope He can come back on Wednesday next week. Then He can shut down for two days and i'll still have some time with Him. i told Him if i don't get some physical time, just being able to snuggle and touch Him, next week, i'm going on strike. He wasn't sure He wasn't coming down with some flu thing again, so there were no kisses, no hugs, no nothing this weekend. i am a touching person. i need human contact. i reached over to Him this morning and laid my arm across His belly. He was still deep asleep, but He patted my hand. Big whoopdeedo. i didn't want much, but sure wanted more than a pat. This isn't a complaint. Just a wistful feeling.
i don't like this living together apart, not one bit.
Clean sheet night, and i don't get to kid Him about it. Or wash His hair. Or scrub His back. Bah! again.
