Distraction is good, it can take away the mood of the moment, if only for a moment.
My morning distraction was when I appeared to be charged twice for recent dry cleaning. When I called the dry cleaner a woman told me that "she was busy" and could not help me- period, no further conversation or recommendation. I reminded her that she is running a business and that I am a customer who needs a resolution to my $68 x 2 problem. Honestly though, in the end I think it was just one big language communication breakdown. So I went the other route, gave a heads-up to my bank to let them know that I had a problem that I did not think would get resolved in a moments time. When all was said and done I felt bad about the tone in my voice, afterall, she appeared to be a very nice person when I met her last week, just a communication problem.
* Dad's distraction of the moment is the current LA Dodger Stat, 11-2. Ahh.. distractions aren't always bad! *
Coming home after work is always a little difficult, especially when the house is empty. My mind looks for things to do, cleaning and such, so that I do not have to think about the obvious. Sure enough, one of our cats is missing. Buds is an indoor/outdoor cat, he finally came out from under the sofa. Listless, refusing to eat, what now? I looked closer, Buds jaw is inflammed. I've made an appointment to see the Vet tomorrow, a costly distraction it's gonna be. Oh well, he's good to us, it hurts to see him ill. Buds actually found us after we lost Renzo. Interesting how things seem to transpire, will go into detail about that sometime...
For now, it's good to recognize that the challenges of the moment are really what we make them, a definite matter of perspective.
"It's not always rainbows and butterflies..."
About Me
- Forever Lorenzo's Mother
- It has been 14 years since my son passed away while at a home daycare. Life, as one can imagine, took an incredibly challenging turn, but here I am. I rarely identify myself or those closest to me on this page, as in the beginning it served as a sort of "therapy" just for me. I am grateful to have had a place to come to when I needed to "communicate" and make sense about what the world happened to my beautiful boy, my life. I am also grateful that I could look back in this diary of sorts and now see that along with an amazing support system, absolute faith and persistence to survive has brought me to where I am today. Much love and light to those on the road of recovery - any recovery. Believe in what may seem impossible...