What a weekend.....
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Big emotional rollercoaster this weekend. Firstly, our remaining spotted turtle dove sickened and died yesterday. My bird Chicken died a month ago and I'm still not over it. Poor little Snarky was never as friendly or healthy as Chicken, but we still took care of him and he was my husbands' pal. Poor husband took it pretty hard.
Then we had a visit from our friend who really needed a friendly ear and some heart-felt advice. His wife's father and mother both died last year, and his wife is finding it hard to deal with the mourning, yet she doesn't seem to want to move beyond it. She insisted on selling their family home (where our friend has lived since he emigrated from Denmark at age 7) so she didn't have to look across the street and see her folks' home - it's a public housing property and there are some rather out-of-control people living there now.
Pete didn't want to sell the house and move, but he agreed because he thought it would be best for his wife. Now he's worried because he's 55 years old and wondering how easily he'll get a good job. I hope we gave him good counsel and encouragment! It was so upsetting - he is always the most upbeat, smiling person....and yesterday he was teary-eyed several times while we talked. After he left, I had to go cry. It was like watching the sun go away forever.
Then my husband was fiddling around on YouTube and found a Kansas Red Cross video of a retrospective on the Harveyville tornado. My dad's wife was in it and seeing her was hard. I think I haven't properly mourned what happened in November because of the distraction of the rest of the trauma.
So I went to the gym today all set to lose myself in the workout so I only had that to think about. I think my trainer and I are going to struggle with eachother soon. The weights she wants me to use for some of the specific sets are just too heavy. Seems counter-productive. I guess if she insists, I'll just have to do my own thing and use my own judgement. I'm too old to be having someone think I'm being a wuss when I'm legitimately struggling.