catnip

in my new fancy planner at work there are tips for environmental living. so far they've all be neat and enjoyable tips, except last week it said that to save water and time you should brush your teeth in the shower. that just seems WEIRD to me and i don't see how it would save either time or water because you'd have to stand there brushing while streams of water poured down the drain. do any of you do this? does it at all seem like a productive thing to do?

my dad got released from the hospital yesterday and is staying with joy for a week. they had a meeting at their church so brendan and i went over to baby sit the kids and help my dad get settled. before we set to task, he took down his pants and opened up his shirt to show us his incisions. it was hilarious. he kept doing these muscle man poses with his big belly and bandages everywhere. his chest incision is about 8 inches long and the ones on his leg, where they took the vein, make his thigh a dark maroon colour. the entire thigh. we were talking and laughing, swapping stories, which got my dad laughing so hard that his chest hurt and he took some time to get settled again.

it's funny how whenever i spend a lot of time with my dad, especially when we're working together toward an objective, i see how similar we are. he's very brash and so am i - in the same ways. i think that's the right word for it. brash. he was in a big hurry to get his dialysis machine set up and when he found things were missing/left at home by accident he got really worked up about it. sometimes, in his anxiousness, he got annoyed at me because i didn't fully understand what he had in mind - because he hadn't fully communicated it. he easily lost things. these are all things i do, except i get annoyed at brendan. it was a very eye opening experience and it helped me better appreciate what it's like to be on the other side of my brashness. i think i'm a little better at soothing myself than he is, but he responded well when i prompted him to calm down. all in all, i find him quite amusing. growing up with my mom and sister, who operate very much alike in how they organize things (both 'J's), it's nice having a family member who operates like me. i think it's easier being a girl. most women who come into contact with a man like that thinks he need to be changed or corrected. i'm pretty grateful that i'm not seen as a project by my partner.

this morning, after i making my lunch, i put in my contact lens. it instantly started burning my eyeball. i screamed out in pain and brendan rushed to be in alarm. i'd stupidly not washed my hands after mincing garlic, so the oils were transfered to my contacts, then into my eye. brash. brash, i tell ya.

 

if there's anything i've learned
all these years on my own,
it's how to find my own way there
and how to find my own way back home.