Neither Here nor There

...and in no particular order:

1. I was seriously triggered at the grocery. There was a man working there with a very obvious skin disease of the contagious variety. I can't handle telling the reasons why it was triggering, but rest assured, my reasons are positively revolting. And they have to do with my father (and other things).

2. I bought myself a new shirt. It is a black button up with neon green palm trees on it. I love it and can't wait to wear it. Of course, I must wash it first. Someone with a contagious skin disease may have tried it on in the dressing room. (No, I didn't try it on. I knew it would fit. Is it bad that it's a man's shirt?)

3. I bought a new purse. I was looking for a fanny pack (not that kind of fanny, Graffiti), but it seems they are either out of fashion, or I somehow missed them. I settled for a small canvas shoulder bag in an olive drab color. I had to offload the big flowered number I've been carrying around. I originally bought it to clash with a pair of purple plaid shoes that I no longer wear. I don't like them anymore.

4. I love Amber Bock. 'Nuff said.

5. Futures look terrible this morning. Could P3 have arrived? I guess we will see.

6. The kids have their back to school check ups Monday. I have already bought all of their clothes, now I need to get to work on the supplies. School starts in one week here.

7. My son called. He has been moved to a lower security section of the prison, way ahead of schedule. I guess they see he is not typically violent and not a threat to anyone. He is trusted enough that he has a job in the kitchen now. He is trying to adjust to the new environment. I hope he will be okay. The atmosphere in the new section is a little more busy and I'm a little worried. I hope it isn't overstimulating in a way that will destabilise him. He really is a good boy. I hope he will be alright.

8. I love my new dishwasher. My kitchen is very clean. The children love the living room and are respecting it, enjoying it and keeping it clean as well. I'm so glad.

9. The littlest had friends over Sunday. They were so cute. Her little playmates are tiny little things with high, squeaky voices. Totally precious. I told them to have whatever they wanted in the kitchen, but asked them to please not bring food or drinks in the living room. And no feet on the sofa (they take their shoes off outside and their feet get very dirty). Guess what they did? They all trooped into the bathroom to wash their feet! Yes, they left a dirty bathtub and dirty towels, but how sweet is that? Four little girls washing their feet, and a high, squeaky voice saying, "Do my feet look clean, S?" Absolutely precious. The whole scene made me think of the Little Rascals on TV. Kids might be messy, but they sure are special.