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Each Day Already is a Challenge
A Texas Sunrise
 
A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge.
This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby.
Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog.
I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh.
For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
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Busy weekend with Tiffany here. I love having her here. I just wish her mother would let her have her daddy time without incident. This time, her mom called three times before Tiff was here an hour. That's usually an indication how things will go, and it was. Poor Tiff. It's summer, for pity's sake, and she would like to spend some time with us (and her neighborhood friends). She just wanted to spend another day, but her mom had made plans for Monday.
She had also made plans for next weekend - Father's Day weekend. Hmmph.
Mother's Day should have been our weekend. And Father's Day would have been Paula's weekend. We gladly switched. In fact, it was our idea. Tiff should be with her mom on Mother's Day and her dad on Father's Day. That just made sense to us.
So, in May her mom had her three weekends in a row. And we should have her three weekends in a row in June. It probably won't happen. Paula fussed so much about us having her next weekend, that I doubt she'll be her the following one too. And that will mess up the "regular" schedule.
I can't believe that she said, "When will I have time with her?" Uh, she lives with her. Duh.
It's just not fair that a kid has to deal with such things. Tiff finally told her mom on the phone that it hurts her when she fights with her dad or makes fun of him.
She also asked me - again - how old she has to be before she can decide where she wants to live. And she thanked me for the calm around here. Her mom is such a drama queen. She also yells a lot. I can tell just by the phone conversations where she yells so loudly that you can hear her across the room. Grrr.
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Hey, have you seen my latest merit badge? SHERRI GIBSON   sent me an angel merit badge and listed me as one of her "EARTH ANGELS"  just because I left a word of encouragement in her blog at the right moment.  I went back to see if I had said anything deep or unusual, but I had not.
You just never know when a word from you is given at the very moment when someone needs to be encouraged. That's one good reason to let folks know when you're poking around in their blog spaces. Hint. |
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