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Experiences and thoughts based on my everyday life |
| This book will contain my daily thoughts. |
| I came home to our apartment on Saturday. I chose to take a Lyft home prior to Ben getting back from the airport. I didn't want to bother him with having to help me with all of my stuff. I asked him if I could store some of my stuff, like pillows and a blanket in his office. I made sure to add a note to my Lyft driver, letting him know that I would need assistance with a few bags. In my area, there is a large concentration of Armenian folks, and every time I have had to use Lyft, it seems like I have older Armenian men as drivers. I have found them to be very respectful and polite. This trip, Lyft routed us through a particularly beautiful area of Pasadena. We passed Rick's Alma Mater, Art Center, and through neighborhoods of gorgeous large houses with meticulously landscaped yards. It was only a fifteen minute ride, but I was thankful that the driver was quiet. I prefer quiet rides. The entrance to my apartment complex is a bit complicated. The driveway is set at an odd angle that is almost parallel to a very busy street just before a street light, and an intersection that leads to the freeway. Having to explain this to drivers is always a bit anxiety inducing. But this driver handled it with ease, and INSISTED on carry all but one small bag all the way to the apartment lobby. He offered to carry it all to my door, but I begged off. I asked if he was cool with a cash tip. He said, "Sure". I handed him a twenty dollar bill. He shook his head and "pshaw'd" me. He begrudgingly took the bill, and held my hand for a few seconds. I could SWEAR that he was tearing up. I told him to have a great weekend. He nodded and said, "Same to you." I was so very glad to step foot in my doorway. All the traveling stress, even though it was a short trip, all just melted away as I sat on MY sofa. Back in our cozy little home. I rested for most of the day. I rallied later that night, and decided to make spaghetti bolognese. A big batch that I could eat for the next few days. I carefully chopped carrots, onion and garlic. I sauteed ground beef until it was brown, then used the grease left from the beef to cook the veggies down, slowly. I added the beef back into the pan, and added tomato paste, then a canned pasta sauce. I added various spices from my cabinet, then chiffonade of fresh basil I picked from our window plant. I boiled twenty four ounces of spaghetti in water as salty as the sea. When everything was done cooking, I tossed it all together, then served myself a large bowl, topped with tons of parmesan. It was GREAT. I have had the same meal a few times over the weekend. I have rested a lot. Caught up on my new favorite show, Mobland. If you like anything that Guy Ritchie directs, you will LOVE this. Did I mention that Pierce Brosnan, Helen Mirren, and Tom Hardy are in the cast? Now, I am enjoying a coffee, watching true crime videos on Facebook while I write this. Rick is at a cafe in Upstate New York with his mom, daughter, and her girlfriend. They have presented her with cards and gifts, celebrating her graduation. He has sent pictures all weekend, in an attempt to help me feel included. I am surprised at my own resilience and acceptance while I battle my own abandonment issues. I basically checked out of my emotions. Now, I am trying to mentally prepare for a comprehensive psych evaluation for social security. I have tried to contact my attorney to help prepare for the interview, but to no avail. I will just do my best, on my own, I guess. I hope you all have had a restful weekend. |
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