Well Vancouver
surprised my friend Beth yesterday; it was a nice warm sunshiny day. The same
is predicted for today and tomorrow. Hurray and lucky Beth.
Beth is
visiting from Toronto. She came for a morning visit and then we took the ferry
to Granville Island — she to meet a friend and to see a play matinee and I
to do some grocery shopping, then home.
I did not feel
good yesterday and I have no idea why. But neither do I know why I have so many
myoclonic movements, spazzy arms or panic attacks. Yes, I know I
have PTSD; what I mean is I don’t know why my events happen when they do.
I am not conscious of the triggers.
And yesterday,
I napped all morning, had my time with Beth, came home and napped some more,
ate and went to bed where I was unable to sleep easily. I’ve changed so much since my breakdown.
However, when I
got home from the market, it felt very good to be home. I like being home and
looking out at sunshine and having no demands; alone, quiet and purposeless.
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It’s almost
time for our second Wholester event
and I am very happy to report that I am being heartily encouraged to continue
organizing our events. The idea worked; people are offering their thanks and
encouragement in their responses to my emails.
My friend Beth
who lives in Toronto has organized a “talking group” for women for whom English
is a second language. I have organized an exercise and stimulation group for my
fellow seniors. We’re both successful social animateurs. Yay!
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Today I feel
back to normal. I’ve a speech evaluation this morning and then I’m meeting Beth
for an early afternoon walk about together in the park. Then she meets with
friends and goes to another play and I come home.
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Beth asked if I
wanted her to read my script. I said I did, of course. And I am going to have
Colin read it too; he’s a dramaturge I admire and can hire. Camille’s offhanded
support for my idea has given me energy. But first, I’ll go over it once more
and add two bits I think will improve it.
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| Monkey palm print. |
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