The Perennial Sam

This week I am staying at my parents’ house.  Things have settled down here somewhat since their last blowout.  It’s not altogether unpleasant here when no one is arguing.  Still somewhat tense I suppose, but no more so than what I was used to growing up.

Actually, I am enjoying being here rather than in my fiance’s apartment all day.  I do miss the bunny babies quite a bit.  On the whole it is a lot nicer to spend the day in a house where the sun comes in, where I can’t smell a roommate’s garbage, etc.  When I’m at the apartment I pretty much stick to the bedroom - everywhere else is too cluttered and dirty.  At the end of this month my fiance will be moving home to stay with his parents until we find a house…he had hoped that I would go along with him and his parents said I am welcome there, but I think I would rather stay with my own family.  I’ve had a pretty nomadic lifestyle these last two years and not being settled is unsettling.   I am tired of living out of my backpack.

Yesterday I went with my aunt to a stone place and got a little boulder to stick in the garden here, over the spot where our cat is buried.  Her name was Blossom and she was just shy of 18 years old when she passed away last year.  I am going to make an effort to get outside and do something this evening.  The garden is full of weeds and the perennials that are there will do a lot better without them.  I usually feel better when I’m outside, it’s just a matter of getting out there.  

I really don’t get that half hour of sunshine the Therapeutic LIfestyle Change recommends and I think that is going to be my goal for the next little while, just getting outside.  I am a nester and have a strong sense of “going to ground”/hibernation when I don’t feel good. 

We’ll see how I do over the next day or so.  

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