A day in process

Today I got up latish, got a few details taken care of, and ran errands with Mom. Got some new clothes (the things I rarely think of myself, Mom takes care of. And thinking of getting new clothes is generally one of those things. Mom connects this with a desire not to seem materialistic, and with the fact that it is "difficult" for me to find flattering new clothes. More difficult than for my sister, but this is not saying much. I think teh comparison affects things.), continued to run other errands, and returned home for a snack. And then we continued work on the photo album project. We're now almost done with 2001. Only 2 more years (of photos) to go... That is actually fairly significant progress. (If it were going to take 2 more years- that would Not be significant progress.)
After more photo album work, I called a good friend, whom we shall call steve, who has been having a rough time of late. It was a meaningful phone call. I won't say nice- it was not an easy conversation, sometimes, but I think it might have helped some. I' m still worried though. I might still tip off some representative of steve's family, just in case. It's always a weird judgement call to make. Not the first time I've had to make it, sadly, but- it doesn't get easier. And it's odd because my mental image of steve is as a pretty consistently happy person. People change, and well- steve's feeling traumatized. I'm just thankful I have the time to devote without missing sleep or whatever right now. It put my own shtick into place. That's really just a sort of internal search thing, and can be done over time.
Since then- Will was trying to get me interested in politics-type stuff again. It's interesting enough to hear his opinions and the like, but on my own- it just feels so broad and unrelated. I know it isn't- but I can't wrap my interest around it successfully. I'm too individual person-centered. Generalities just don't engage me. I've always wanted to focus on the individuals. It's emotions that involve me, more than fact. Although I did, say, enjoy the original Foundation novels which are almost all idea stories, not people stories. So- lets say I like ideas and people, not facts so much.

A day in process

Today I got up latish, got a few details taken care of, and ran errands with Mom. Got some new clothes (the things I rarely think of myself, Mom takes care of. And thinking of getting new clothes is generally one of those things. Mom connects this with a desire not to seem materialistic, and with the fact that it is "difficult" for me to find flattering new clothes. More difficult than for my sister, but this is not saying much. I think teh comparison affects things.), continued to run other errands, and returned home for a snack. And then we continued work on the photo album project. We're now almost done with 2001. Only 2 more years (of photos) to go... That is actually fairly significant progress. (If it were going to take 2 more years- that would Not be significant progress.)
After more photo album work, I called a good friend, whom we shall call steve, who has been having a rough time of late. It was a meaningful phone call. I won't say nice- it was not an easy conversation, sometimes, but I think it might have helped some. I' m still worried though. I might still tip off some representative of steve's family, just in case. It's always a weird judgement call to make. Not the first time I've had to make it, sadly, but- it doesn't get easier. And it's odd because my mental image of steve is as a pretty consistently happy person. People change, and well- steve's feeling traumatized. I'm just thankful I have the time to devote without missing sleep or whatever right now. It put my own shtick into place. That's really just a sort of internal search thing, and can be done over time.
Since then- Will was trying to get me interested in politics-type stuff again. It's interesting enough to hear his opinions and the like, but on my own- it just feels so broad and unrelated. I know it isn't- but I can't wrap my interest around it successfully. I'm too individual person-centered. Generalities just don't engage me. I've always wanted to focus on the individuals. It's emotions that involve me, more than fact. Although I did, say, enjoy the original Foundation novels which are almost all idea stories, not people stories. So- lets say I like ideas and people, not facts so much.