Working Curtains

Well, the curtains worked. They are hanging, blowing gently in the cool breeze and much more welcoming than the clanking vertical blinds that I moved to the other side of the window. I got plum and gold. They warm the apartment up a lot. Feathering my nest always seems to help me feel better.

Kim stays with me on Thursday nights. She is from Brainerd and is also an MSW student. We are pretty close friends and found we have so much in common. It is good to talk to her and understand and delve a bit further into the crazy that engulfs me. She normalizes and validates and that helps a lot.

One thing that my therapist used to tell me was, "If you think you're crazy, you're not". I use that quite a bit with people - mainly friends so far - that feel they are losing it. It is actually quite logical, because those who act "crazy" thinking they are normal have probably really lost it.

The alzheimer's beast haunts me here. I go to the table to pick up a package that needs to be thrown away but by the time I get there, I grab the picture frame and wonder what I am doing with it. Perhaps a stupid mindless thing, but nothing seems small when it comes to forgetting anymore.

I laughed. I almost fell down this morning. Kim's husband texted her the message, "Cloudy, windy, foggy, rainy". She told me this prior to my first cup o' joe. I turned and said, "Sounds like a bunch of strippers." She and I both laughed hard at that one. I surprised myself that I could respond so quickly in the morning. Her husband is away on a photo seminar in South Dakota. I needed a laugh.

The leaves are changing into their fall wardrobe here. Reds, yellows oranges are vibrant against the greens that are more stubborn about shedding their summer garb. I love this time of year. Time to get the camera out.