Well at the risk of sounding incredibly simple minded I can honestly say that I liked the new Taylor Swift movie. Laura’s mom had tickets and invited me to go. The movie was like a companion to her also newly released album. When I first saw the title and cover I made a judgment that she had finally sold her soul to the music industry and decided to sexualize herself like so many other girls do in the business. I was done with her.

But then then there was this movie so I read some reviews first. People said the album was disappointing and had many not nice things to say about it. Having on seen the cover and promotions, as well as only listened to one song, I have to say that I agreed. But for whatever reason I liked the movie. As she explained the story and meaning behind the songs I found myself thinking this wasn’t as bad as they made it out to be.

Like, not every album, or even song for that matter, has to be this un-topable Shakespearean masterpiece. She actually sounds happier than she has in the past few albums and like she’s finally finding some healing following her many and various love hurts. Her cover was dramatic and edgy precisely because she is a showgirl. Most of the songs were inspired by things she went through on the Eras tour in her regular life.

Today was a day full of cross country races. At least for the first half. The boys ran at 10 and then there was the open 5k GRIT run, also at camp. Ethan had another race somewhere in South Dakota. So between all of that every child ran a race. It was fun and one of my sisters was also here with her family so she could run in the camp race. I told her if she could run this 5k course then she could pretty much run any other 5k.

Everyone was exhausted after the races. Elianna hung around for a while and took a nap, along with me and Dad. She then went back to Grandma’s with Zorro. We brought him home when we were visiting since we were already up there and his four weeks were almost done. I’m still kind of processing the information from the training so I don’t want to speak too much yet about something I do not know very much about.

But it’s been nice to have him home. Dad the boys and I went down to the lake and one of the boys took a nap on the sand while Dad swam out to his usual place on the floating dock. Somebody left or donated a cross net game so two of the boys and I played with that in the water. It’s kind of like volleyball but with a much smaller court and net. Later in the evening we met Grandma and Elianna for supper which was nice.

I hired myself to work at camp doing odd jobs and housekeeping. My first project was the laundry room in the CGC. For I don’t know how long now I have been pretty unhappy with the way that it looks. I spent three hours doing laundry, sorting towels, and throwing away anything and almost everything that had been piling up on and underneath tables including left behind clothes, toiletries, and candles from the 70’s.

Apparently also I threw away a couple of the housekeeper’s chargers. She is currently as I type digging through the main camp dumpster where I threw everything out. I have not helped more in this area because I have felt like I can’t do anything if my own house isn’t spotless. I don’t imagine this person is very happy with me. The last thing I want is her quitting over something like this and I feel for her truly but…

Ug. I was feeling good until that part happened. Well anyway, it looks better. Josh said he would pay me the same wage she is getting. There is enough to keep me busy whenever I have time to go over there and the nice thing is I can be free and pretty self-starting without having to ask what to do. It’s like an unspoken permission to just do what needs to be done. It’s almost like turning into the scary camp lady with standards.

Today was a good day. We were up pretty early to meet the trainer and Zorro. We arrived at his house at 6AM. The trainer then went down to where he keeps his dogs and let out Zorro. He came running into the garage where we were and was very excited to see Elianna and my son. He came up to me too but I was still acting kind of afraid of him so wasn’t petting him and talking to him.

After our visit we went back to my sister’s apartment to eat breakfast. Elianna made oatmeal and we had bananas and oranges that we’d brought along with us. After that we went to the orchard in Malta where we used to have field trips. We arrived at 9AM right as they opened. We went into the store and had a store made donut to keep with tradition. The three of us were the only ones in the outside play area.

We then went back to my sister’s apartment so I could take a nap. At 10:45 I was up and ready to go. We drove the 45 minutes to where two of my other sisters lived. We ate lunch with one and supper with another. With once sister we visited a kids park located next to the Rock River. We left to watch my niece’s volleyball game. We drove home and arrived back at my sister’s apartment in time to go to bed.

This has to be the fastest year that’s ever gone by. The days seem normal but the months are flying. I did not go into group today like I originally planned on doing. Last night I checked my schedule and happened to see that two clients had been added to the afternoon after group. Elianna was wanting to leave pretty much as soon as I got home and I knew that was not going to leave enough time for me to be ready by then.

It would’ve been too long of a stretch. So I spent the morning cleaning my room and helping to fill out the rest of the Middle East. The outdoor ed group was supposed to be down at the beach from 10-11:30 so my youngest and I went down there to join them. They were almost 45 minutes late and by the time they got down there we were on our way back up to the house. I packed my clothes, started laundry, and wrote emails.

I like being at Thrive on days when Arya is there. Wednesdays. I’ve reduced my days to three days a week. I don’t need any more. I only need 7 hours a week for the rest of the semester to meet my remaining hours. 2.5 of those can come from class time. I’m basically just staying away from the supervisor at this point. I don’t want to say I’m totally done there but there are too many issues for me to feel comfortable staying there.

So Arya and I had two hours together just hanging out because our 1PM new clients didn’t show up. Every time I meet a new person I just feel for their situation. The things that people keep inside and have no one else to talk to about can really make up a near infinite list. I felt bad having to cut him off and it always feel so impersonal, especially whenever you’re first meeting with someone. Everything was completed and posted.

We left home around 5:06 and if you don’t stop it takes about 2 1/2 hours to get up here. Elianna drove which was nice because I was sleepy. I talked to my aunt on the phone who retired just yesterday from a company where she’s worked for 36 years. Before that she had a good deal of years at another place. I can’t imagine. But I congratulated her on her accomplishment. My sister, the teacher, is only three months in.

My son and I walked down to the beach before it was time to go to class. I’ve been itching to get down here and swim again before fall comes. Today was a beautiful warm day and I thought maybe we’d get a chance this week to go swimming but you’d be amazed with how hard it is to fit it in anymore. We’re supposed to leave tomorrow to visit Zorro for a couple of days. My littlest sister is a teacher up there and has a place.

I told her not to worry about feeding us and that I’d feed my kids. It would just be me, my littlest, and Elianna. The boys had a cross country meet this evening up Lincoln. This would normally have been my night for two classes but today I only went to one. I just cannot anymore with these classes, especially the ones that are late. So I told the teacher I wouldn’t be there tonight and that I would also be missing a class next week.

One of the classes was already cancelled so I figured that would be my skip day so I could go to a meet. My son and I were working on his writing book this morning and it was talking about making your sentences less wordy and more concise. I thought it was funny because the examples of the sentences he was supposed to rewrite reminded me a lot of the things I write down here. But to try to write here would ruin it.

The house is coming along super nicely. The entire front is finished so now they just have the back and the sides. Many people have commented already on how much better it looks. It just was run down and needed a refresh. I wanted to say that it was an Indian summer but technically Indian summers happen later in the fall. The lake was the lowest I’d ever seen it before because it’s been so long since having a regular rain.

Some people were here today to put new siding on the house. I cannot even believe how much of a difference it makes. Josh told me in the morning that they were coming and I was a little bit caught off guard. I said something like that it would’ve been nice to know they were coming. He asked me what difference it made. I said it’s because it’s nice to be prepared for people banging on your walls and being outside your windows.

I just love it so much. My mom and I picked out the color while we were waiting for my dad to get done with his surgery. I liked the color of my in-law’s house but didn’t want to be the exact shade of blue. I don’t even really like blue as a color for houses. But there were so many shades I couldn’t choose from the others. We ended up going with a “deep mineral” which is sort of a deeper blue but with more grey. I like the dark of it.

The pumpkins are going to pop and look so pretty up against it. So will the deep green bushes that we planted several years ago. I hate to say this but it just looked so bad before it didn’t really matter much what you did to it to try and freshen up the look. I am hoping this will motivate me to take better care of the outside area and not feel so depressed about how junky it looks. I mean, after a while you just start to get used to it.

Some people I think get envious because it “must be nice” to have a free house. I do not argue that it isn’t nice to not have to worry about a mortgage or paying your utility bills. The housing is wrapped up as part of the salary. I think it’s kind of a normal thing to want to work on your house and make the needed and sometimes even unneeded improvements. I don’t like being depressed and giving up on my surroundings.

People need to feel like they have the power to change their lives. When you are unable to change the things that are wrong it creates the paths for conditions to turn into despair. I am of the mind that marriage has to have two people changing. People have to first try, and then there has to be happiness with the change that is happening. Life is too short to not be happy due to failing to appreciate the good and love all around you.

The boys had a cross country meet this morning, once again at Lincoln Park. Hopefully this’ll be the last race where they’re contending with heat. It’s really something how when they start the season it’s hot and by the end it can be pretty cold. We have another trip to Nebraska planned for the end of next month where we can see another meet there. Grandma wants to plan to go next fall sometime she hasn’t seen one yet.

This is my weekend to work. For whatever reason it’s getting more and more psychologically difficult in the time leading up to the days I have to go and also when I am actually there. It’s been a good way to pay for school and and have extra money to give to the kids for theirs. I just do not like the feeling that something can go wrong at the drop of a hat. I am contemplating asking if I can drop it down to four hour shifts.

This past evening it was nice because the supervisor, the CNA, and I all sat down and ate our salad bar together. Usually you eat alone in shifts but with being down two residents at the current moment it opened up more time to have that spontaneous opportunity. You wouldn’t think 14 to 12 would make that much of a difference but it does. At some point I realized too that the calendar changed and we’re in autumn now.

I’ve still be rather obsessed with watching Charlie Kirk videos. I don’t binge watch Netflix or follow regular TV shows, so I guess I feel somewhat justified in my time spent on this. I didn’t even know this person and that’s a big reason I’m watching them. Like, to find out who this person was whose death I felt so much from such a far place away. I mean, I would see his name pop up here and there but I wouldn’t have recognized his face.

A client brought me a cinnamon roll today for our appointment. I had three appointment today and enjoyed every one of them. The therapy relationship is kind of a strange combination of part friend, part reflector, part listening ear, and somewhere in there being at least somewhat familiar with our common human patterns both internally and relationally. After the therapy I met up with Laura’s mom for lunch.

She was picking up her dress to take it to the dry cleaners. We’re still absorbing the remaining moments from the wedding, like the potpourri jars she made with some of the flowers and table decorations. Laura sent me the highlight video that her uncle had made. I walk past the dining hall and the flower pots are still there. Elianna popped in to say hello so that was nice. She’d been at camp the past two mornings but I missed her.

It finally rained. Every night when I tuck in the boys I tell them to empty the two dehumidifiers. Even when it doesn’t rain there still is the moisture in the air. Sometimes I will empty one before I go upstairs. There is a sink in the laundry room where I alternate between using that and the tub. I keep thinking maybe when school is over then things will be better, I can give more time here. Better is always for a future time.

I showed a second video in class this evening. Thank the Lord we only have to do four videos now instead of six. I had actually thought of saving this one for my grid but I wanted to go ahead not hold it back. The part that I thought was the best part of the showing was the part the instructor had the most (constructive) critical feedback on. He sensed an incongruence, if ever so slight, between the counselor’s words and the client’s experience. He heard struggle in the client’s voice, but I was reflecting back positivity and hope. One of things I said to her was, “The denial is starting to fade”.

Because after months of longing and wishing there was finally this tiny moment of acknowledgment that the “joy” she feels from her (adult) life-long drinking is not actually worth the long term pain. I told him that before I leave here I want at least an 8 or 9 out of ten on these videos. They aren’t graded or ranked. So when I asked what it is I needed to have more of he said it basically comes down to emotional processing.