Need to do laundry just for 3 odd socks that did not get washed with their mates.
Lately, I have been trying to safety pin all my socks together... I use very small pins and just leave it there in one of the cuffs, then pin them back together as soon as I take them off. It seems to be working so far, and if I am ever out-and-about and need a pin, I have one! The rest of the family is not adopting this new habit yet, so in addition to making sock matching obsolete (for me) it's been helping me sort, because I just say "Nope, not mine!" (Which is not to say that the teens don't steal my socks anyway... grrrrr!!)
Today has been a strange day... good for the most part, but at the same time, harder than it needed to be (meaning I am probably MAKING it harder than it has to be.)...
Today after a productive morning, I was out doing errands with DD18, and when we pulled up to a corner where there is often a younger homeless woman, I saw that someone had written on the wood post, in sharpie, RIP and her name. I never knew her last name before, but now I know that she died in November (which would explain why I haven't seen her since before Christmas.) With that much, I was able to search and confirm it really was who I was thinking of. Reading between the lines it was probably a drug overdose... And while it has not hit me like a "ton of bricks," it is hitting me like a cinderblock or two... the kind with sharp raggedy edges.
Every time she'd disappear for a while, I'd hope she'd found a better situation. But now, all that is left is her name in sharpie on "her corner." I appreciate whoever did that much (probably her boyfriend,) and now all that is left is to hope that he finds someone to take care of their dog for a while and gets himself whatever help he needs.
Assessing this logically, I feel guilty that I have been wondering when I'd see her again, while she's been dead for over two months. I feel worried for her dog (her boyfriend can make his own choices, the dog cannot.) And it scares me, because I worry that something similar could happen to DD18 if she goes manic and runs off-- at this point there is nothing legally I could do to stop her.
But DD18 was with me today and she had talked to this lady in the past, too. In fact, her first question was "what about the dog?" So that led to a(nother) conversation about good choices.
I am not cooking tonight, so score one for the convenience foods I just loaded back into the newly-defrosted deep freezer. H can handle baking Stouffers Mac N Cheese. I had just bought some supplies to start a new project, but now I won't do that tonight. I am not exactly superstitious, but I don't want the very center of a massive project I'll be doing for months to come to be started in a moment of sadness.
RIP, Dear Erica.