thrihyrne: (Oregon lover)
Thanks to those who read and/or commented on my recent post. I'm in a much better place emotionally and physically, focusing rather than on going somewhere else, to much more effectively and aggressively use the local resources I have. This includes finding a private practice psychiatrist whom I don't have to wait 8 weeks to see and doesn't have a limit of number of visits per year, and moving all medication management in that direction. I'm now much more willing to try some mood stabilizers outside of the SSRI spectrum that I don't feel have worked much or at all, and to find someone willing to work with me in terms of the Sinclair method. Support me in it, not just tolerate it or look down on it. Taking action steps like that feel incredibly empowering. And if there are other mood and hormonal issues due to my age, I'll just find out what I can and assume that it's a factor as well in all of this. I know my patterns very well, and while I can't remove all of the stressors and expected emotional ups and downs that come with being my age (and my parents being their ages), I can use all of the resources I have and commit to finding a way not to let the emotional and psychological fluctuations become so polarized and, at times, dangerous.

Adulting is certainly hard sometimes, but I'm incredibly fortunate in having such a tremendously supportive and understanding life partner, friends, family and even colleagues.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
Evan and I went to Home Depot on Wednesday in preparation for 'summerizing' our apartment. We bought curtain rods and special fabric that absorbs heat, noise, and is reflective. We sleep out in what would be considered the living room, and we have large windows with only a set of slatted blinds. When summer kicks in and there's relentless sun and heat, it makes it challenging to stay comfortable. So when I looked at the weather and saw days of sunshine with the temperatures in the 70s and even 80 by Monday, we decided it was time to take care of this. It also helps that I'm on leave as I can get out my sewing machine and make some curtains as well. I'll also make a long curtain-like divider to hang from the ceiling to make our bedroom/living room somewhat blocked off from the rest of the apartment— we have a rolling air conditioning unit that we used last year, and cooling off just our living space is much more efficient. We did that last year by using thumbtacks and hanging up a blanket. This year we thought we'd be slightly more sophisticated. ;) But there's no denying it: SUMMER IS COMING.

My leave is going well; extra therapy, lots of bodywork, especially this week. I had ashiatsu massage on Monday, chiropractic adjustment on Tuesday, and today I'm going to get acupuncture and cupping thanks to a Living Social deal. I try not to think about having to return to work and the stress of it, and have been mostly able to do so. I'm pretty sure that around this time next week, however, it will be more challenging to continue focusing on the here and now, and not project forward. I've tried not to impose too many expectations on myself during this time, though I wish I'd wanted to write on my sequel more. OTOH, I'm not taking this leave as a means to finish it. It's time to heal, to sit with my feelings of loss and anger as they arise, and to take extra care and gentleness with my whole self. It can be difficult for me to turn off my constant need to be productive, but I've been somewhat successful in that regard.
thrihyrne: (asian text)
(posted originally to LJ)

I don't post very often here anymore, nor do I check as often, but this morning as I was doing so, I realized just how much I miss it. So, hello!! I did get in about a half hour or so of writing this past week, which just isn't very much. I keep thinking I'll take time and I nearly always decide to knit instead, or call someone, or just sit quietly play Candy Crush. This week is The Week Before I Have To Return to SF For Another Work-Required Visit. Last November was an absolute clusterfuck. This visit won't be, but I still have enough churning negative feelings about it to be savvy enough to have scheduled sessions with my therapist both before and after the trip. The days themselves for this summit will be absolutely packed from morning until night, so no hope of creative pursuits next week. It will be an endurance test, while trying not to see it as an endurance test, while trying to respect all of my emotions about being there, away from my support system, and not getting too snarky with colleagues or openly negative about many of my thoughts about upcoming changes I'm really very unhappy about. So this week is the week before that, and I'll try very hard to stay in the moment and not project forward. Easier said than done.

I did buy some gorgeous ombre patterned taffeta over the weekend and moved my altar so that it's no longer under a shelf. It looks and feels so right now; the space is open and the energies can breathe and disperse. That's how it seems to me, anyway. I've also consulted a pagan prayer book and selected and modified a few general prayers to memorize as ways to center myself. I'm learning that it's really obvious when my behaviors are in accordance with dharma. It feels right and flows organically and there's usually a lot of emotions that manifest themselves and then they pass. This is a far, far cry from hiding out in the relative safety of my head, and drinking down the feelings I didn't know how to deal with. I'm incredibly grateful to be on this side of those incredibly challenging years. Finally knowing that anger has been the source of so much of my self-sabotage has been empowering in a way I've never experienced before. It also helps that I've had plenty of therapy in recent years, and I've done a LOT of self-analysis, so I was in a place to accept this knowledge without judgment.

Huh. This really was just going to be about how I'm not writing yet, and still really intend to, but instead you get rather a thinky post about my journey. :)
thrihyrne: (Boromir life is good)
As part of my planned rest days/PTO after working the holidays, I've worked out at Mod Physique every day this week. This morning when the alarm went off, I realized I was dreaming I was in class! Funny. I also had a sauna/massage combo at Loyly, red velvet cupcakes have been purchased and eaten, and yesterday during a Portland group working day hosted by Airbnb, my colleague Bubut and I were completely unexpectedly sung to by our colleagues, and we each were presented with some kind of yummy looking pies with candles. All in all, pretty cool. :) There will be further celebrations tomorrow by going on a personal tour of the Hat Museum with [personal profile] grrlpup and [personal profile] sanguinity, and later on we'll celebrate another January birthday celebrant, [personal profile] snottygrrl. Very busy week and weekend, actually— much more frenetic than somehow I had initially imagined. [ profile] evannichols has Dude Night tonight, and I in turn am going to attend my first ever free clothing swap. So many activities!

I also took my pair of cowboy boots to Shoes on the Run downtown in order to fix a hole in the sole I hadn't realized was there until last month when my mom and stepdad were visiting and I wore them to Multnomah Falls. I normally don't go downtown (certainly not in a car and when I will have to park), but Tuesday became more complicated since Evan was trying to schedule in an appointment to see his chiropractor, and I had the car. Thanks to our handy neocortexes, I was able to go work out, drop off the boots, take the car to his work, have a quick visit with Evan, be walked to the nearest bus stop, and rode the bus home.

This weekend will mark the second of my two full sat/sun weekends, truly luxurious. I'll work Monday as it's a holiday (and I'm keenly interested in being paid double, thanks all the same) but then have Tues-Thurs off once more. This week is the anti-frenetic, not-so-focused-on-being-constantly-productive rest time. There will be movies and knitting, reading, and hopefully a lot of writing. Also moving my altar so that it's not on a shelf but can be open to space. It seems claustrophobic to me right now, so with the help of a couple of paper boxes and the acquisition of Kristi-selected fabric to cover them, my sacred space can be moved from under its overhang. It's all part of a very organic process that feels true to my path right now. I find I'm at last able to get out of my own way; I know I'm not struggling against the current of where to expend my energies. I'm cultivating gratitude and it's second nature. These are welcome felicitations. :)
thrihyrne: (clock by licia)
My role at work is very stressful, and several of my colleagues and I have major morale demoralization and feel utterly trapped. We apply for other positions and are told, "You're too important to Resolutions." Ergo, it's becoming a dead end position. I had a whirlwind of interviews for a new position last week but in the end needed to gracefully withdraw as it was blatantly obvious that this position needed to be done from HQ. And, um, no- though I was asked multiple times, Evan and I are not and never will be relocating to San Francisco. But the past two months have had my share of making poor decisions, which has led to sick time at work, additional stress as I detox, and the pain of seeing Evan suffer. I tend not to remember much during those times, but he does. Still, these occurrences have been far less frequent than ever in the past seven years. The support Evan gives while always acknowledging that I'm an autonomous human being and free to make all of my own decisions— just also acknowledging that at some point if those decisions continue to wreak havoc, that there would be consequences as he has very healthy boundaries— is tremendous and has helped keep me from the worst of situations. But I've needed to make a new commitment to putting the decision to stay in my right mind and make wise decisions for months on end (with help, of course) as primary. I'll ruin the rest if I don't do that and get back to the even-keeled body chemistry I had going earlier this year.

In other more light-hearted news, well, I'm back on the right track. I've also been truly gifted by the universe via friends, several of whom have sent links to other job possibilities all in a cluster. I do have another interview for a different team tomorrow at my current employer (which I'm not naming because I know we have a social media team and I'd rather them not find my LJ), and I'll hope that I can move over to that group. I'll also try to post a little more often than twice a month. :P
thrihyrne: (thistle)
I'd hoped/planned to sleep in today, but I wasn't able to get back to sleep after Evan left at 6:50. I lay in bed, and was again plagued and somewhat assaulted by memories, and not glowing, cheery ones. The years of 2005-2012 were by far the most traumatic in my life. Conversely, they were also by far the most productive in terms of my writing output, averaging around 200K words a year of fanfiction until 2010. I think I was in a state of permanent escape for much of that time, adrift and untethered from much of my own daily reality, anchored instead by the stories and characters whose lives I could control much better. And I cared about them more than my own, which often seemed petty, futile, and distressing. So why am I having all of these flashbacks now, when my life is based far more firmly in reality, when I have a devoted, loving life partner who cherishes me? I think much of it may have to do with my work, which remains primarily a realm of frustration, despair, tedium and a pervasive feeling of having no control. Is there something in my psyche that misses the drama from before? Even the drama of the rush of writing prolifically, of getting positive feedback from readers and writers and thriving on the weave and weft of lives and characters whose stories begged me to write them?

I suspect I will always have the drive to be producing, whether writing or knitting or letters or being otherwise always engaged in something. And yet, I want to nurture a cultivation of desiring peace and balance and contentment. What I don't want is this unpleasant marching of images of decisions made and unpleasant experiences from those 7 years. Maybe some kind of ritual letting go is in order.

I'd been planning to start a four week trial at a place called Mod Physique today, but the deal I got for it lasts through March of 2014 and I realized yesterday that I wanted much less structure for today. So to temporarily banish some of the demons, I'm planning a trip to my favorite Goodwill with no time limit to browse. Then off to Fabric Depot to buy the lining fabric for my assymetric corrugated sweater and buttons for the cardigan I'm working on now, then a quick trip by my former housemates on 79th. This evening at 7 o'clock I have my MRI scheduled, so it will end up being a full day, but with plenty of time for me to do what I wish and have solo time- outside of the apartment. I'm really looking forward to it. It also really helps that it's autumn, and grey, and overcast and sweater weather. That buoys my spirits in and of itself.
thrihyrne: (clock by licia)
I flew on Alaskan Airways from Portland to Oakland, and they had free regional wine and beer. FREE. And by choice; not coercion or guilt or threats, I had Diet Coke instead. Which, after 18 months of drinking Diet Shasta, tasted funny. But still. I didn't feel I'd deprived myself, nor that it was an earth-shattering event. It was simply my choice. In fact, in two weeks I'll hit the 6 month mark of my one year liver cleanse, my decision to really give a year of living in my own skin 24/7 for 365 days an honest go. And I must say, thus far, I've only had a couple of really 'itchy/squirrely' moments. But it's all different now: a loving life partner, employment, a determination to be in myself and to normalize alcohol. Not to demonize or even fetishize it, but for it simply to be what it is: a potent beverage. The end.

And now, to enjoy this clear blue skyed morning in SF, and to read 'Aldarion and Erendis' before going off to HQ at 8:30.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Default)
[ profile] evannichols had an overarching Word for the Year last year which was 'celebrate.' He hasn't been doing that kind of representational statement for many years, but we were discussing it this morning, it being a new calendar year and all. He's focusing on finishing things, so I suggested 'closure.' And since, of course, I wanted to think about me equally, I thought about my own goals and what word would be my go-to for the year. It came pretty quickly: tenacity. I'm very, very skilled at starting over. But it's been since the first half-decade of the 00s since I've worked on my staying power. This is the year that I want to hold on to what I have: the integral presence of Evan in my life; engaging employment; staying in this residence for a year; and, most importantly, keeping thoughts of 'this is all too good to be true, the universe loves bleak irony and some horrible tragedy is right around the corner to show me how too good to be true this is' at bay, whatever that takes in as healthy an approach as I can muster.


Jury duty was nearly as uneventful yesterday as Monday, though at 3:15 or so I was finally called to go to a courtroom! We were interviewed for a while to decide which of us would be unbiased and the appropriate jurors for the case, which was going to go on for the next day, perhaps two. Now, if this had happened on Monday I would have been stoked, but Wednesday is my day off and if I had been selected, it would have meant (I think) that I'd just be in jury duty and not paid or if I was paid, that would all be fine and good, but that day off would not necessarily be rescheduled. To my immense relief I was not chosen, and was able to go and leave the courtroom. The judge thanked us and I spontaneously replied, "Thank you for inviting us to be a part of the process," which she really seemed to appreciate. Fun fact I learned from this process and the juror movie we watched yesterday morning: there are more women judges than men in the state of Oregon.

My left pinkie toe still hurts a lot. I've been icing and elevating it each day when I come home. I realize this may resemble a rib injury in that it just hurts for a long while as it heals. Ah, well. I did buy an exercise ball yesterday, something I'd been intending to do for months, so I can add in that element to my toning, but I think jogging again is still a little ways off. My sister sent me some birthday money so I can try out hot yoga, which I'm very excited about. :)

Today after doing laundry I'll head out to the jeweler who has resized my rings and pay for them and wear them, then go to visit [personal profile] sanguinity until lunchtime or so and then have quiet time at home. Yay!!

Oh, and I would be remiss if I didn't note the splendid evening we had with [ profile] oh_that_jocelyn on Monday. There was yummy food and delightful conversation and gifts! I am grateful that Evan and his wife emerita are still close and that I, too, enjoy her company, very much. As Evan noted, she and I do have a lot in common: we both love cats, we love decorative stationery arts… ;)

Sea change

Oct. 23rd, 2012 07:01 am
thrihyrne: (Oregon lover)
In my LJ I received this slightly edited comment about work in general:
    I think that it is not necessary to be so emotional about employment. It is a job, not a profession, vocation or long-term career. Your obligation is to give them an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. It is not a personal relationship, and there should be no occasion for either euphoria or heartbreak.

I'm taking this on as more in my new neural pathways, and I'm determined to see this as not only liberating, but taking so many unnecessary emotions out of it. I work for them, they pay me. End of equation. I even get to work by myself if I want, every day that I work and don't have a meeting. And now, to internalize that.

Two other unrelated items:
A.Word.A.Day, with Anu Garg

A guinea pig is not a pig, nor is it from Guinea. It's a rodent from South America. Sweetbread is neither sweet nor bread. It's the pancreas or thymus of an animal used for food. The movie director Norman Jewison is neither a Norman nor a Jew. He's a Canadian Christian. Nobody said names for people or things have to make sense.

This week we'll feature five terms that do not mean what you might think they mean.

I'm excited!

[ profile] evannichols and I watched "Jiro Dreams of Sushi" over the weekend. Somehow it had escaped me that this was a documentary. LOL. I love documentaries, and mostly was getting this because it had been recommended and it had a great title. I quite enjoyed it. I have a new appreciation for sushi and finding passion and pursuing excellence in one's life calling.
thrihyrne: (plaidtastic)
So happy. Today is a tremendously marvelous day. I've spoken with my mom, my sister, am enjoying coffee and a totally indulgent cinnamon roll thingie with cream cheese, finishing up one of my non-Etsy-shop reclaimed sweaters to send to said sister's daughter, and perhaps the best thing (aside from enjoying this gorgeous, windy day and knitting or writing or reading or doing whatever the hell I want)… when Evan comes to pick me up at the end of his workday, I'll go to his place for five days! FIVE DAYS. IN A ROW. This may not seem like a big deal, but it's a tremendous opportunity for us to have a trial run of living together while we're both working, in the kind of scenario we'd experience: him going off to BHFT, me staying there to work from home. Him coming home and me still being on the clock until 6:00, then a leisurely evening with dinner, chatting, digital entertainment, and bed. Repeat! I don't think I'll ever take for granted the joy of ending and starting my days literally at Evan's side. Do I oftentimes regret that we don't get to enjoy our 20s and 30s together? Yes. That said, we needed to learn what we did from our prior relationships and working through our own individual self-actualizing in order to be as at peace with ourselves as we are now.

::hand fluttering to express ineffable joy::
thrihyrne: (Boromir life is good)
'breaking curfew' nail polish. Thank you so much for sharing that with me, Beren!!
A true Friday for me after what was a very challenging workweek.
Following on that, that means that I begin working remotely on Sunday! I will be mobile! Watch me and my MacbookAir go! Well, and also making sure that my home workspace(s) are as ergonomic as possible. In all likelihood I'm going to get a large monitor to plug the laptop into. It will be a learning process and evolve over time, to be sure.
Talking with Evan about making a home together. The joy that comes with the thought of sharing a bower with him and working from home is just about enough to make me melt with happiness.
Grey skies again this morning! It will clear off later, but for now, this is my most groovalicious Portland weather.
You all, my friends with me on this journey. Thank you. ♥
thrihyrne: (meditation rocks)
This has been a while coming, and I haven't really known how to post about it. I received a call from my mother this morning; my maternal grandmother, Mymable, died last night. She's been declining for a year now, and has been on hospice care for several months. Evan had kindly offered to drive us up there if I wanted to, but since she wasn't really recognizing people, I decided to keep my memories which were of seeing her a couple of years ago (she's been living in Bellevue, WA, outside of Seattle) at her 90th birthday party and during visits when I saw my aunt. Mymable was 92, and is quite likely why I became such an enthusiastic knitter. I have so many fond memories of visiting her and Grandaddy in Ruston, Louisiana- including the year we lived there in 1981-82. I'm not sad for her, but mostly for my own mother, who isn't doing very well health-wise herself, and neither is my stepdad. I feel a bit helpless in that I don't effectively how to be there for her. The rest of her siblings were in Bellevue with Mymable when she died, and mom was back in Virginia. Her choice, of course, but her own life is rather challenging. My own inability (or discomfort with) to reach out for help when I really need it, well, I do believe I came by that honestly from both sides of my family of origin. But it has made me very sad this morning that finally I'm in a solid place emotionally myself, with the very strong support of my own partner now, to reach out to her, and there were so many years when she and I didn't really relate as adult to adult.

All that said, I'm rather melancholy as I get ready to work remotely for the first time. I'm so grateful that I'll be swept into emails and in the comforting environment of Evan's living space, and that he's here and wants to comfort me as needed.

Eventually I'll get a hold of some pictures of me with Mymable and post them. I don't have any of my own photo albums right now, but I'll rectify that in the months to come, too.
thrihyrne: (clock by licia)
For whatever reason, after a particularly lovely weekend with [ profile] evannichols (nothing unusual happened; I just felt even closer and more tender-hearted about him/us), yesterday morning I felt really out of sorts. I later decided that I should be a bit more careful about what I watch when feeling isolated. Watching stories about a Scandinavian cop investigating murders whose father is also beginning to suffer from dementia ("Wallander") is perhaps not the wisest choice. :P The day improved, however, and today I'll get to work earlier than usual and head up to Evan's work and then spend the evening together. I'll also be doing my first video preliminary interview with a company I'd applied to a week or so ago. I don't know that I'll ever be used to automated processes like that, aside from various online testing that I've done. When applying for the downtown company where I got through to the very end of their hiring process, early on I had to call and was asked a series of pre-recorded questions and had a three-minute per-question time limit to answer on the spot. That kind of freaked me out. This video part should be interesting (different company), but I'm having to do it at Evan's as my Mac mini does not have a webcam. These new requirements by companies, or assumptions, anyway, that applicants will have easy access to webcams and microphones is a bit misguided in my view. I suppose it's part of the current way to reduce time and in-house resources in order to winnow down the applicant field. I don't really approve.

Last Saturday [ profile] evannichols, [personal profile] snottygrrl and I saw the new Pixar film 'Brave'. It was okay. Very pretty, and occasionally funny, but I didn't find it emotionally engaging at all. That said, it was full of redheads, which made me very happy. What made me even more pleased was yesterday I was talking with my supervisor and told her I saw the movie and she noted that someone in one of the other departments had referenced me as 'That new person who looks like the girl in Brave.' LOL!! Now granted, I do have red, wavy hair. But I don't have a head of hair like this, though it is exactly the head of hair I've wanted so desperately to have since I was a child. The comparison cheered me, nonetheless.

A total aside: I need more slats for my bed. I only have three, and the mattress sags not inconsequentially, and it's taking a toll on my neck. Something will need to be done about this.
thrihyrne: (meditation rocks)
short summary of last week )

the talisman )

other stuff )

I'll leave this rambling post with a quote from a book I finished yesterday: "True nobility isn't about being better than anyone else; it's about being better than you used to be."
~Wayne Dyer

Recent days

Jun. 4th, 2012 06:24 am
thrihyrne: (clock by licia)
The temp job )

The weekend )

This week is shaping up to be particularly productive and could quite potentially herald a sea change in my life here in Portland. I have a final conversation this morning with a person who could be my supervisor at the company with whom I've been interviewing. They seem keen to bring me on board and I'm keen to put my skill set to work for them— and to stay a while. They are particularly supportive of their employees in the professional development realm, and I would love to be in a position where I can really sink my teeth into the job and plan to stay for several years, moving into another position if that fits. And if I want to! What struck me yesterday afternoon as I was lying in [ profile] evannichols' arms and chatting about things was the fact that nearly everything in my life right now is win/win. I'm so grateful for him, for my friendships, for these work and self-employment possibilities… I did cry a little bit, being so overwhelmed at how phenomenal things are. I feel that I've paid dearly for being where I am now, and don't ever want to go down that dark path again.

I'll definitely keep you all posted as I know more! :)
thrihyrne: (Boromir life is good)
Sadly [ profile] evannichols had a bit of a throbbing headache part of Friday and much of Saturday. Aside from that, however, he and I had yet another marvelous weekend together. We actually did get a fair amount of things done while balancing that with the luxury of simply hanging out. Yesterday and today were very warm (up to 78 degrees today!) with blue skies, and we took advantage of that to take a couple of walks. I won't go into much of anything else as we're just sickeningly happy and still in the early stages of this current and yet firmly established manifestation of being together. He said he adores me because I know there's only one 'r' in the word sherbet (it was relevant to the conversation) and that I care how I pronounce it. I adore him because he knows how much I enjoy seeing him in his glasses and he'll wait until after coffee (and even some online Boggle!) to put in his contacts— just to please me. ♥

The job hunt is still going along, and I'd really like to get some closure on the few interviews I've had, but the time always seems longer for the job hunter than those hiring. I submitted several applications yesterday and will get back to it tomorrow, though my first activity of the day will be to go to the DMV again and take the computer test. I'll review the handbook in the morning before heading over and hopefully will be able to take the driving test soon!
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Portland OR)
It's been so wonderful to be back in my old stomping grounds, at the funky (and still chilly) house with my happy and eccentric roommate and loving cats. I've already gone to the county's health system for some needed basic evaluations (it's been two years since I've been checked out other than a female-centric annual exam) and spent hours at the closest library. Still working on getting internet at the house; I was working with one particular customer service agent but he hasn't called back, so I'm going with whoever answers at CenturyLink. I've applied to several positions and will continue to do so every few days in the hopes of getting some interviews. But I'm not panicking and not allowing myself to get drawn into the dismal commentary in local and national news about employment. I've had good positions in the past and will again, and that's that. In the meantime, my food stamps will run out at the end of the month for Virginia, and I'll apply here in Oregon and hopefully get that set up. I've been doing a lot of walking and also getting familiar with the various bus lines; not being able to look up a route at home is a real pain and is my primary reason for getting home internet ASAP. I ordered some yarn today for a new project; having a sweater to work on just puts me in a good place, especially when watching movies and the like.

So this isn't a terribly interesting post, but just wanted to duck in and let people know that I'm really at peace being out here again. I'm trying to balance diving into every aspect of things and also taking my time to re-acclimate and be slow and methodical about things. I've never been especially good at balance, but this is an opportunity to work on that skill.

And I miss my best friend in Eugene- after spending 10 days in close quarters, I really miss her company! I haven't heard as much from her, partially because she's been traveling, but she also ran out of minutes on her phone, I have no doubt. But I'm sure I'll hear from her in the near future.

Hope all on my flist are doing well! I'll quickly cruise through and will spend more time on LJ next time I'm online.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (knitting cable lover by me)
I've been writing some about this potential new career to do with getting involved with the aging/retirement community, the upcoming approach of the large Baby Boomer generation in this, and my personal desires and drives to be doing something fulfilling and that is an intuitive use of my skills. Yesterday I had an information-gathering meeting with the Residential Life Director at one of the retirement centers here in town (I'd written to one, then called and left a message because the person was out of town for a week, but I've heard nothing). I wasn't sure how the meeting would go, but it was an absolute delight and I came away feeling all the more certain that I'm on the right track. She has the kind of position that I think I would be exceptional in, in that she's a liaison, listening ear, concierge and conduit between the independent residents and the management of the institution. I was asking pretty specific questions about computer use and support for residents and she helpfully filled in the picture for me. The kind of hybrid position of training with working with the aging community and low-grade IT support doesn't really exist, and it might be too narrow of a concept. She did indicate that it would be a very welcome volunteer position that I could create, were I to be staying in the area. I think that once I've relocated I'll do this same kind of information-gathering at as many facilities as I can get into, though it definitely helped here in that mom knew someone who is in an independent living apartment there and she greased the wheels by providing this person's email to me. Still, if I can reinforce again and again that I'm not looking for employment, I'm information gathering (as well as hoping to volunteer) I should be able to continue finding out more and more about what the various environments and cultures are like, as well as upcoming needs and how these institutions are planning for the influx of people who are far more tech savvy than they have been in recent years. What was most wonderful was being able to really talk with someone about respecting this group of people who in many ways are shunted off by society.

I then was picked up by this women my mom knew and I went to her apartment where we talked, got to know each other, and I started the process of helping her to make a clone of her hard drive so that she has a back up before also potentially helping her to upgrade her operating system. Like me, she's a long time Mac user, and a very savvy, living-life-to-the-fullest woman. I think I may end up disappointing her when I let her know that I'm going to be heading out to the northwest! But I'll help out as long as I can.

Don't know that I've mentioned this, but we have another house guest, a former colleage of my mother's who's spent time here before more than once. He's on sabbatical from his university in NJ and will be here for the semester, staying in the room across the hall from my parents. So it's a full house! He's quite laid back, a perfect house guest, and I know my mom is enjoying having him help out in her lab.

The post wouldn't be complete without yet another picture of yet another knitted project- I don't have buttons for the Mystery 80's Cardigan™ so I haven't taken pictures yet, but there was enough yarn left over for me to make a scarf, which I've given to my mom.

pic below the cut )
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (trees in mist)
For spending money these days I've been trying to donate plasma twice a week at a very nice facility here in H'burg. The issue is that normally my iron is fairly low, so I have to work really damn hard to elevate it. I was lamenting this to one of my WFS friends who suggested (if I was open to the idea) of actually communicating with my red blood cells while meditating or otherwise in a quiet mind space and asking them to release more iron into my system. I believe that stuff like that works, and I must say- I passed the iron test both Thursday and Saturday. So in addition to the usual (loads of spinach, supplements, eating citrus fruit with meat as vitamin C helps with iron absorption), I commune with my red blood cells.

almost as good as finding someone who writes fanfic )

For those who are mothers, who take care of their mothers, have ever been mothers of any type, I hope that you have or have had a lovely day today. Since it's a topic very relevant to my own life and my own past, if you'd care to, send a special compassionate thought to those mothers who are estranged from children and/or stepchildren due to addictions in their lives. Today can be a rough day for a lot of women.
thrihyrne: Portland, OR (Celtic)
So I interviewed and was hired. o_O Then again, I'm about twice the age of their other front line staff— I mentioned that if hired, I'd add diversity to the staff, lol. So I'll start next Wednesday, but will have the following weekend off which is great because my dear [ profile] persephone100 will be visiting me next weekend!! And now I have an excuse to go to one of my favorite stores, the local Goodwill, in search of some khakis and polo shirts, since I have neither. :P

I'm almost back to working a 'regular' week in terms of hours. That will help in regards to paying off my credit card. And getting my teeth cleaned. And my bicycle fixed. And the speed sensor for my car…

May 2016



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