9th May 2022
It was a difficult day for Kelli and therefore a challenging one for me. The lack of sleep sent her into a tailspin which made communication impossible. I don’t know if it’s my lack of knowledge about the menopause, or my lack of empathy that makes a bad day into a disastrous one.
Throughout my life I have stepped away from those around me who are in a “ bad mood” because I didn’t want to hamper them, and allow them to vent the bad day out of them.
I guess that is the wrong thing to do as it signals that I don’t care. I’m not confrontational, I don’t want to be drawn into an argument which, in my opinion can make things worse.
I have to continue to experience Kelli’s good and bad days, and try to go against my instincts and fight along side her in the battles.
It was such a shame as it was a glorious day, the sun shone and it was warm enough for me to get my shorts on.
I started stripping the bed frame, a long and tedious job, that will eventually be stained and finished.
I had to collect a dresser from Saugatuck, and a bag of redimix concrete and ten circular paving blocks.
There were lots of slow drivers from out of state obviously here for the tulip festival, and I thought I drove slow.
I continued to move dirt. At the beginning I thought “ have I ordered enough” now it’s “ did I order too much, but with dirt, there is alway somewhere to use it.
Another Lifetime to go 