not for sissies
May. 23rd, 2018 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowAging is not for sissies, although it theoretically beats the alternatives, no one has ever talked much to me about the alternatives.
Another surreal Dr appt with m'father, about his anxiety, which he (of course) sturdily denied to the Dr. As he also denied being depressed, bored, worried, talking routinely of suicide, or losing his memory. Although he did admit that we'd ganged up on him and made him stop driving. I keep emphasizing how lost he gets,and how it would be bad to have that happen when he was out and about. He keeps reverting to his reflexes and how the feel like that are just fine...
The Dr. put her finger on the suicide stuff by asking if he had any actual plans for the process, and the answer is no, of course not, he just ... thinks about how much easier it would be to get turned off instead of persisting.
So he's got a new scrip for anti-anxiety/anti-depression, and I just spent some quality time (as persiderea ) checking the Beers list of Things One Might Rather Not Feed One's Senior. And Also joined (? signed up for? whatever.) her Patreon from gratitude for her sterling writing on topics of use.
I finished and framed three floral pieces, one has been enquired about by a friend from Seattle, the others will go to the gallery. And then I get to think about foolishness, and following my nose or my curiousity or what ever happens next in the studio. I delivered a bunch of stuff just before the paternal catastrophe, and with the florals and a pair of small still lifes going up, I think she's got enough of my stuff around for a while.
Also the last week in June I am Taking To The Sea - I've been hired as a naturalist on Windjammer Angelique out of Camden, ME. Friends have been sending me lists of what Darwin took with him on the Beagle, including cases of ammunition, ways to store skins, and a bible. I'm organizing a couple long after-dinner talks, and a half dozen deck talks - 10 minutes of something in the sun on deck.
Another surreal Dr appt with m'father, about his anxiety, which he (of course) sturdily denied to the Dr. As he also denied being depressed, bored, worried, talking routinely of suicide, or losing his memory. Although he did admit that we'd ganged up on him and made him stop driving. I keep emphasizing how lost he gets,and how it would be bad to have that happen when he was out and about. He keeps reverting to his reflexes and how the feel like that are just fine...
The Dr. put her finger on the suicide stuff by asking if he had any actual plans for the process, and the answer is no, of course not, he just ... thinks about how much easier it would be to get turned off instead of persisting.
So he's got a new scrip for anti-anxiety/anti-depression, and I just spent some quality time (as per
siderea ) checking the Beers list of Things One Might Rather Not Feed One's Senior. And Also joined (? signed up for? whatever.) her Patreon from gratitude for her sterling writing on topics of use. I finished and framed three floral pieces, one has been enquired about by a friend from Seattle, the others will go to the gallery. And then I get to think about foolishness, and following my nose or my curiousity or what ever happens next in the studio. I delivered a bunch of stuff just before the paternal catastrophe, and with the florals and a pair of small still lifes going up, I think she's got enough of my stuff around for a while.
Also the last week in June I am Taking To The Sea - I've been hired as a naturalist on Windjammer Angelique out of Camden, ME. Friends have been sending me lists of what Darwin took with him on the Beagle, including cases of ammunition, ways to store skins, and a bible. I'm organizing a couple long after-dinner talks, and a half dozen deck talks - 10 minutes of something in the sun on deck.
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Date: 2018-05-24 03:50 pm (UTC)