Saturday, March 22

Deep Breath...Atlas is shrugging...

I've never put much store in those tests that tell you whether you're an introvert or an extrovert or a Type A, B, Z personality. We're all a little bit of all of it at different times and places. Sometimes I'm shy - YES, seriously. But if I push past it - I can be the life of the party. Inside, I'm just not sure why all the cool kids hang out with me sometimes. But I'm glad you all do!

This has been a hell of a week. Maybe a little longer than a week - but it's been exhausting and emotional and trying. And part of it was this Type-whatever I am that makes me unable to ask for help until I'm about to snap. Whatever that is - I'd like to lose some of it. I just want to keep up this smoke and mirror that makes people think I'm super capable and infallible. I fear I may have oversold my product...

I'm not invincible. Not infallible.

I'm human.

I've taken on too much and forgotten to take care of me.

But today I was reminded that I don't have to carry everybody's loads. I need to trust people to carry their load and ask for help with it when they need it. Sometimes I find myself more invested in a person's life-load than they are. I've got to step back and let them deal with "their stuff" in their way. And be able to offer connections to resources but giving them the dignity to move forward under their own steam.

So - I've been trying to juggle a lot of people's worries and situations and concerns. I'm going to start handing them back. But with the understanding that I'm offering support, but not able to make the choices for them. Grownups got to deal with their drama, not spread it around, eh?

So...I'm taking a deep breath. Trying to regain balance again.

Reminds me of a post...about the last change in season.

I'm ready to embrace the sun.

this winter has been...too long...

feeling like a Sleestack

sorry, this was getting too serious. Go to bed hamster, you're tired..

Monday, March 10

Life Could Be Worse!

Things were a little chaotic in the past couple weeks - so I hadn't had a chance to share this exciting adventure:

One evening I decided to relax after a particularly horrible day by putting a log in the fireplace. I use those nifty pressed logs because they are simple and clean. My favorite brand is Duraflame - they have a lovely product that will burn up to 6 hours. My local Food Lion sells them by the 6 log case and I enjoy them very much. They only have one down side - they burn REALLY hot for the first 5 or 10 minutes.

On this particular evening I had settled down on my cushion in front of the fireplace with my back to the fire, much more pleasant than having the hot fire beaming on my toes and face. I was fiddling with my phone, updating my Facebook to say, "In a bad mood after a challenging day - have removed myself from other humans so I don't inflict my bad mood on them." Just before I hit the "Post" button, I heard a noise behind me.

I reached back to check the damper, figuring I hadn't pulled it all the way out and that the noise was metal expansion. Then I saw something move. That got my attention! Setting my phone aside, I stood up and looked into the fire to see...what? Is it squirrel? Is it a RAT? Squirrel? Rat?

Then it moved again and I could tell why I was was indeed a squirrel...with his tail fur on fire! With the fuzz burned off, the tail looked like a rat. Okay. Now that I've identified it - what now?
My squirrel was not this calm or cool!

Daddy? DADDY? Help! There's a squirrel on fire in my fireplace!

At this point the squirrel attached himself (had to be a boy squirrel - no female could be this stupid) to the fireplace screen - now looking like something you'd see suction-cupped to the back window of an SUV. My useless cat responded by stepping on my cushion, sniffing the smoking squirrel and looking at me. As if to say, "hey, you got a problem over here." And then the cat left the scene.

Calling louder to my upstairs housemates (who are now muttering to each other "did somebody call me?" "not me, maybe Chris?" "did you hear something?") I got their attention and started to look around for something to contain a fire-squirrel.

The fire is getting to its hottest point.

The cat is gone.

I keep picking up empty log boxes - finding that each brand uses boxes that have giant holes in their top when closed. I reached for a gift box that a friend gave me cookies in...way too small for a squirrel. Might have been able to transport a fire-mouse...

Now Mom and Dad are on the scene...and much like the cat, they seem to be cognizant of the fact that "hey, you got a problem over there..." but don't seem to have solutions yet.

Finally, I got a trash can and something to use as a lid - but as we tilted the screen forward to get Smokey the Squirrel...he headed for some sort of perceived safety. Under the grate. Thus, under the fire. Which is, I may have mentioned, really hot. So with the world's longest fireplace poker (I believe Dad made it himself - it is about 5 feet long) we got Smokey into the can, covered him up and Dad released him into the back yard.

Most every morning I look around for a squirrel with a fur-less tail. I hope he made it.

Sure changed that evening!

I used to think, after a tough day/week/experience that at least I'm not being chased by Sleestack. Now, at least I'm not a squirrel on fire.