... but twice the very next day ... Concentration levels are fluctuating even with the fresh air. Apart from the memories and staring into space a tad, in dealing with these things running around in my mind ... I did finally get to pick up my parcel on Tuesday that I missed last week.
For my English studies I found out a quality pen to make note taking more enjoyable. I still have yet to get used to paper clutter; I so detest now, to enable me to study. All the perpetual conflicts now a part of this life left now...
I enjoyed the breakfast out that I had planned for this week. My cousin had helped me initially to get used to the hustle and bustle of being out after the initial crisis and passing of my husband and I had started to go out very occasionally on my own after that; to eat a meal out. Unfortunately I have not done this since my Dad had complications from his illness and eventually he too passed away. I have not been out on my own since. It is well over a year or so. My concept of time is still sketchy.
I have not only done the usual putting of refuse and recycle out to keep on track ... I have taken the unnecessary items (still left from the complex hoarding situation of not one ... but two homes ...and all life trials that exacerbated these events) ... to the charity shops.
To go out and in like it is second nature; is such a challenge still.
Unless you have been in the situation we faced. It is hard for some to understand how much of a challenge it is to re-adapt from that unrelenting time we had; in what was to be the final time of my late husbands life.
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