so I just spent my Spravato appt listening to the first bit of it. I’m hooked!

Audiobook is definitely the way to go on this book. It's hilarious. Crivens! Oh, Waily Waily!

I miss listening to my books. When I am home I drive at least an hour and a half a day to take the dog to and from the park, which is my audiobook time. Here I don't drive by myself very much, so I just don't get the chance. I want to try while working, but am afraid I won't have the focus.

I just spent a lot on wood. The walls and ceilings are pine so I wanted some variation for the staircase. So I just went to the wood guy and bought cherry for the stairs. 2" x 26" x 10"~12", with the variation being the live edge. It should be very pretty. But nice wood y'all, expensive.

The year I worked at the answering service, I had a 30-40 min commute each way, and I listened to a bunch of audiobooks. (One was Stephen King's Bazaar of Bad Dreams, all short stories, and it featured fantastic readers.)

But I can't do it at home unless I'm doing dishes or folding laundry or something, because my attention wanders. In the car, it can't, I guess.

Mostly listen when cleaning to Amy or when I’m driving alone doing errands.

First we mini-meara, then we take Berlin

Oh, Hil, I am so glad you were able to call 911 and are better.

"it was white and square and looked like a tooth"

So he eated it.

And I miss her. And I've missed her for months.

In my experience, which is parental and not the same, you will remember both.

I am not past remembering the very sad part where I was grieving my Dad while he was still alive.

The thing that has helped me when I am remembering too much bad time is a picture of him. He's in the hospital with the niecephews, one on either side. He's been diagnosed but it's still my Dad. He's there in that picture. It's maybe the last one. But that one picture helps me remember him. I remember him.

My book club, which meets this Sat, is reading Wee Free Men which I have been meaning to try, so I just spent my Spravato appt listening to the first bit of it. I’m hooked!

I love all the Tiffany Aching books so much!

I'm just nodding along with the folks talking about grieving, and the process of watching the person you love slowly fade away while they are still alive.

I wish there were not so many of us here who share this.

It is part of the human experience, but boyo is it not fun.

I’m still trying to accept that I’ve seen my mentor for the last time, even though he lives ten blocks from where I work. He only wants his daughters and his wife, which hurts and is frustrating but it isn’t about me. I was actually kind of happy to have the chance to really be there, like I wasn’t able for my mom until the last week. But it’s his end of life, and he’s stubborn and proud and private.

But honestly, I’ve got my emotional hands full with supporting R while they transition and all the other grief and stuff, so maybe I can let that ease me. It’s just frustrating not to be able to give back all the love and support B gave to me.

{{{Smonster}}}

But honestly, I’ve got my emotional hands full with supporting R while they transition and all the other grief and stuff, so maybe I can let that ease me. It’s just frustrating not to be able to give back all the love and support B gave to me.

You can think of it as you *are* giving back, by respecting his wishes and letting him focus on his immediate family in his last days.