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Here are some beautiful green grapes, crunchy & bursting with flavour ... let's see what comes in next ... the fruit salad will no doubt be delicious and healthy!
 
I have had vertigo since Sunday morning. nothing yesterday - back to day. Doctor said iinbalance in ear.

Drat - afraid to move
 
Verti ghost? Does such a thing frighten people about knowing anal things ... like men following psyche? In John Nash's terms chi was a beautiful mind ... all wrinkled and depleted due to absence of care from brute forte ... ignorant men?

It did allow a wrinkle to hide thoughts ... recessive things in an overly emotional surrounding ... until we can move on ...

Is that a chitty concept to those that would like to retain us as slave minds? Working dummies or just the walking dead to what really is going on in this place ? Zoom Beasts ... too quick to think?
 
crazyheart said:
I have had vertigo since Sunday morning. nothing yesterday - back to day. Doctor said iinbalance in ear.

Drat - afraid to move
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Can you do anything to fix it? I've heard of a certain series of exercises to get those little stones back in their proper place.

Since the snow, we have had beautiful weather. I think it was overcast and warm once when the snow was still around, but otherwise sunny and fairly warm.

To the salad I'll add oranges, not the best fruit out there, but a fruit salad isn't the same without them.
 
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WOW - thanks a million Kimmio. That stuff looks like it is exactly what we need to fix a problem area or two. We have a bit of back yard that is 'supposed' to be lawn but in reality is messy bit of overused weedy grass (that our wee dogs tend to use as a bathroom during the winter and dig in during the summer). We have also been wanting to improve the floor just inside the back door, which is the one we use all the time. Currently it has some aged cushion floor with 'pokes' through the top surface. It is always a mess from people and dogs going in and out. Whatever goes there needs to be non-slippery or we risk someone skidding on a snow melt puddle and falling down the open stairway to the basement. The envirotile looks like it will be perfect for us!! Hubby agrees and is going to check it out.
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I hope it works out for you! Based on the reviews it sounds like it doesn't snap together all that nicely. We just threw it on top of the mulch, small spaces between each while I pointed out where there was too big of a mulch piece making a part stick up too much. Depending on the final look you want it might work for you though. The stuff is lovely to walk on, the closest thing I can think of is cork floors. It will probably get too hot in the summer for barefeet without a watering down though, it's already getting pretty toasty in sunny 20C weather.
 
Thanks folks for the fruit salad, it was delicious. There was some lovely yogurt that i found to hve with it.

Hoping folks are having a good evening. The weather turned here, became quite cool.
 
Watching the hockey game - Montreal down 2-0 in the second period. I think I'll take a good book to bed and read.
 
Children's grief centre visit tonight. The parents sit together in another room. I think it's my fourth visit with my daughter. Mostly, the conversation has been light among the parents. Not tonight. Harrowing stories. Just awful. Won't repeat or even summarize them here - I don't want anybody feeling like I do. Can't do this. Can't listen to how other parents have lost their kids. I feel like I've been punched in the stomach.
 
It is gut wrenching for sure. You listened to stories of grief, and now share that burden of others ... what you carry is greater now, and perhaps their load is just a bit lighter because of your listening. It is a gift, and privilege, to listen. But rarely is it easy - to listen or to grieve. My heart is with you chansen as you journey through this.
 
I'm not built for this, though. My only social ability is making people laugh. I was completely ill-equipped to help. I understand that just listening is a help, and one-on-one, I can do it. In a group, it should feel supportive. Instead, I feel like I'm being hit from all sides and I've got nothing left to give. While I'm reeling from one story, another starts. I literally feel like I've been beat up. I just stare into space, like I'm face up on a mat.
 
In small groups in many church circles, we listen to the stories of loss, hardship, grief, fear....where folks are in that moment, and what they are coping with. I am in awe at the burdens that many people carry who appear to be "normal" , coping day in & day out....

For me it was a lesson in burdens.


Tonight seems like the dams broke, and people trusted in sharing....maybe next session will be the one to help them laugh...break the ice when entering. your having been there, well, that gives you the street creds to be there next session.
 
It does kinda kick the stuffing out of you, listening to such a concentration of loss. But it sounds like you didn't run from it, painful as it was. You didn't sluff it off by making jokes. You listened with respect, and deep feeling. Those speaking know you can't 'fix it' - but may have greatly valued your respectful presence. Silence is sometimes best, and speaks volumes.
I hope you will be able to settle to sleep tonight. Sometimes such stories linger in my mind, prohibiting such rest.
 
Sorry to hear that Chansen, sounds like a lot to deal with all at once. Supporting one or two at a time seems manageable to me, multiple major things become difficult.

I like having this place to come to. When I'm going through a bad time I don't always comment on the positive things being mentioned here, I'm focused on what I'm dealing with. I still notice those good things though, even if small, and it's nice to hear about them. A great reminder there's ups with the downs.
 
(((((Chansen))))) - you did a great job, and provided a super supportive form of caring just by being there. When I have been grieving a loss I was so grateful if someone just listened - no platitudes - no changing the subject - no giving examples of how their loss was worse - no 'buck up and get on with it' - it felt like their caring heart was absorbing some of my pain.
 
Ugh, does anyone know if anesthetic or just reduced oxygen while being under or something affects veins? Maybe vitamin deficiencies as I seemed to get anemia symptoms so quickly?
We have not successfully used my hands since I got my wisdom teeth out. I thought today we had it, pretty quickly too. Used further down on the hand, so where it would be thicker. I felt some pain and thought I saw swelling, but I always tend to imagine this when I feel pain. Not imagined this time, got worse. I don't know why, it was feeling really comfortable at the beginning but it looks like the vein blew.
 
Grief cccounselling? It was unheard of when I was young. I wonder if I could have benefited from it when my mother died - if someone had helped me to acknowledge and work through my grief. Instead people seemed contented that I ignored it, pretended that nothing had happened and that my life was going on as usual. I didn't cry at the funeral, or for yeears afterward. People no doubt thought I was cold and uncaring - and it saved them the embarassment and bother of dealing with it.
But I have grieved at various times, often unexpectedly, ever since.
 
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