Slow down your mind at bedtime

Many people find it hard to "turn off their mind" at bedtime. If this happens to you, gently remind yourself that you can think about these things tomorrow. Then set the thoughts aside. You may have to try this several times before your mind quiets down. Setting up a special time early in the evening to worry and think may keep you from doing it at bedtime.

Easier said than done.

Scott told me to read a book before bed, but I couldn't even concentrate on that. Showering didn't help either. Maybe it's because I'm not in a routine yet, and I have no privacy or time to myself. There is so much happening...so many changes...I haven't had time to digest everything.

And then there are the new things, and the things I miss.

Galileo’s head was on the block
The crime was looking up for truth
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth

And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now I’m serving time for mistakes
Made by another in another lifetime

How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight

And then I think about my fear of motion
Which I never could explain
Some other fool across the ocean years ago
Must have crashed his little airplane

How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight

I’m not making a joke, you know me
I take everything so seriously
If we wait for the time till all souls get it right
Then at least I know there’ll be no nuclear annihilation
In my lifetime I’m still not right

I offer thanks to those before me
That’s all I’ve got to say
’cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
Now I have to pay
But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
To let the next life off the hook
But she’ll say look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think I’ll write a book

How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach the highest light
Except for galileo God rest his soul
(except for the resting soul of galileo)
King of night vision, king of insight

How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long

We've been in Rochester for a week now.

Last night, while Kevin was hanging out with my brother and sister, a bunch of us went to the Distillery. But it felt like we were all in Cleveland. Among other weirdness-es.

I got this e-mail from Mary Ellen today:

Hey Everybody!
I just wanted to let you all know that Sean Patrick was born on Friday, March 5th at 1:35 AM. He weighed 7 lbs. 3 oz. and was 18.5 inches long. He is a happy healthy baby and is doing well! I am also doing well and am loving being a mommy! Hope all is well with you!

Love,
Mary Ellen

The first of my friends to reproduce! Many congratulations to Mary Ellen and her husband Ed.

Yesterday I won $20 on a scratch off lottery ticket, and aside from the 70 degree weather, that was the best part of the day. Packing blows.

We left here on Tuesday about 10ish. Oscar meowed and howled the entire 4 hours. By the time we got to Lollypop Farm I was a wreck. So we go in there and have to wait, but I am such an idiot!!!!! This is how the conversation went:

Intake Lady: What do we have here?
Me: This is Oscar.
Lady: Why are you bringing him in?
Me: He pees.
Lady: We don't put house-soilers up for adoption.
After she asked me a few more questions and looked at my driver's license, I started crying. It was awful. I took him back into the holding room but he would not let go of me.

I don't want to talk about that anymore. It was like Sophie's Choice. Ugh.

We took our stuff to the storage locker when we got there, had a lovely steak dinner with my parents, and then went to Six Pockets to play darts.

Wednesday we spent all day in the car driving back.

Yesterday was Kevin's birthday, so in between doing birthday stuff, we packed and packed and packed.

This morning my 2 remaining babies are going to the vet for their vaccine boosters and check ups, etc.

Tomorrow my Dad and my brother and driving out again for another load of stuff. We're almost done!!!!

Unemployment: Day 2

Friday was my last day of work. The company's going out of business plans were confirmed last Thursday afternoon, so in a way I was glad to escape the inevitable. I was sad to leave my co-workers...there was lots of hugging and crying and pizza! Even Boss hugged me and got a little teary when I left. I'll miss them.

Sunday was even worse. My last day at the church. There was even more crying and hugging, but cake instead of pizza. The Pastor announced the reception for me before the service started, and she got all choked up! Amazing! She and I NEVER got along. Anyone who has known me in the past 5 years has heard their fair share of my bitching and moaning about how awful she is. But maybe I touched her life and never even knew it. That's what my Mom says.

I have learned so much about myself from being at that little church. In many ways, my faith journey began there.

Anyway, on Sunday the Pastor did something rather surprising. After she gave the Benediction, everyone sat down while I started the Postlude. At first I couldn't figure out what was happening. I thought I had screwed up. Then I realized they were actually listening to me play! Usually the congregation is falling over themselves to get out of there, especially when it's a nice day, as it was on Sunday. But they all sat down and listened to me play...and I played my very best.

When I was done, the Pastor asked me to come out in front of the altar and I received a standing ovation.