random happenings

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

1) My youngest son copes with anxiety and stress by increasing his OCD tendencies. As it doesn’t interfere with his life, I’m thankful that it’s a mostly pain-free, innocuous way for him to regain some control. While my mother-in-law was here, it came out during a finger food lunch. He kept biting his cheese and crackers and pepperoni until they were all exactly the same size. If you can imagine a four year old trying to visually determine size, then biting the appropriate amount off…wait, too much off that cracker, now I have to bite the cheese…wait, now the cracker’s bigger again, time to fix the cheese…..it went on awhile.  It bordered on truly obsessive; I wasn’t sure he’d be able to quit, but in truth, eventually all the pieces were so small he had eaten all his food. Since she’s been gone, it’s been mostly about cleaning and clothing and stuff, but yesterday we were shopping, and he wouldn’t quit touching stuff in the clearance section we were in. I started to get on him until I realized that he was organizing it. Ha. At least he’s performing a viable service; we all know how terrible clearance sections are. Maybe retail is in his future.

2) I have a wicked respiratory thing going on, and I cannot express the overwhelming affection I have towards my inhaler. I don’t want to go anywhere without it. I count the hours until I can use it again. Albuterol is one amazing drug. (But hopefully not addictive. after I re-read this point, I can see some dangerous tendencies on my part…)

3) I just finished a book called The Better Angels of Our Nature: Why Violence Has Declined'>The Better Angels of Our Nature: Why Violence Has Declined'>The Better Angels of our Nature: Why Violence Has Declined. It is easily the most fascinating book I’ve read in years. I highly recommend it. Basically the entire premise is that we live in the most peaceful, least violent, safest time in all of recorded human history. Not at all what you hear on the news…

4) My youngest might flat out drive me to the heavy drink. She is so outrageously difficult right now. I have some suspicions as to what’s going on with her, but no way to confirm them without a myriad of tests and multiple doctor visits. So I’m trying some home interventions in hopes of making things better. They haven’t worked so far.

5) I agreed via phone call a couple weeks ago to donate some clothing to a national foundation. They were sending a truck around to get the box on a specific day last week. I left the box, appropriately labeled, on the front porch. They called me later saying that they could not pick up the box because there was a dog loose so their driver couldn’t exit his vehicle. If I could just restrain the dog, they would be happy to come and pick up the box. Restrain my BASSET HOUND? What would that even look like? I could stand beside him while he didn’t move. Since that’s how he spends 95% of his day. Not moving. Even the UPS guy, who is notoriously afraid of dogs (my theory is that he’s been bit) does not even show the slightest bit of hesitation with our dog. Give me a break. If you can’t get out of the car because of a basset hound, you do not deserve my donations. I’m sorry. It’s a line I have to draw.

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