The pottery studio that I enjoy so much, learn so much, and get to visit with friends.  It's a haven for all of us.  Exciting news, I can finally wedge my clay properly, it only taken me almost two years but I can do it now.  Something in my brain clicked and I can do it now.  Very happy.

Jack is fine in fact this morning he told me that the filling was nothing.  I said, it didn't even hurt did it?  And he said no.  Sigh.  At least he wasn't traumatized.

We've started telling each other three good things that happened that day as we lay in bed at night.  Jack's counselor suggested it and he's learning to look for the good things, even if they happen every day.  I can't remember what he told me last night but he did want to up the ante and listed off five good things that happened yesterday.  Sometimes I share my good things with him too but mostly it's about him.  Last night one of my good things was me riding his electric scooter, which he thought was funny.

We're heading to Salmon Arm tomorrow for the long weekend.  We're going to see the salmon run again at Tsútswecw Park.  Last year was lovely and this year is supposed to be even better.  I'll try and post some photos while we're away.

Fall is well underway here.  Even in the few short days since I took this photo, the trees have mostly turned yellow, as have the grasses.  

Last Thursday Jack had an accident at the skateboard park and chipped his two front teeth.  I wasn't there but I imagine there was a fair bit of screaming and crying involved.  I took him to a dentist on Friday and he had an x-ray that showed he had chipped the backs of both his front teeth and needed fillings on those chips to protect the nerve and the teeth themselves.  

The dentist was amazing and I don't think Jack even knew that he received any needles in his mouth.  He hated the numbing of his mouth and lip.  He hated the mouth guard which kept his mouth open.  He hated everything and ended up crying and yelling poor guy.  The dentist had a hard time getting even one filling done and suggested nitrous oxide for next time.  I sat right beside Jack, holding his hands the whole time, trying to comfort him.  The staff were all amazing and so kind.

I talked a lot and had a terrible time filling in the insurance accident form.  I couldn't sit down and did I mention the non stop talking?  I finally did sit down and I did shut up.  

Once we left the office, I started crying.  I didn't realize how stressed I had been by everything.  My son, Jack's father, smashed both of his front teeth when he was two years old, much blood and screaming.  Miss Katie smashed her front teeth when she was eleven, one dead tooth and one chipped tooth.  When I was twelve-ish, I had eleven teeth pulled, two teeth every two weeks by our family dentist.  My adult teeth were coming in before my baby teeth had fallen out and my mouth was too crowded  It was a nightmare for me and I'm still afraid of dentists to this day.  All of this came together in one afternoon while holding my grandson's hands while he had his first negative experience with a dentist.  He cried and then I cried, and then we talked about it.  The body remembers, despite our best efforts it seems.

He was very happy after we left the dentist's office, chatting away.  He had been quiet all day before the dentist appointment and I asked him if he had been worried.  He told me that he had been worried that the dentist would pull a tooth out of his mouth, while he was awake!  Or that he might end up with a metal tooth like one of his classmates who has a gold crown.  He got two toys from the dentist's office and I got a long list of things to watch for including infection and the tooth dying.  We have an appointment to go back in November for another filling but with nitrous oxide this time.

So that was last week.  On Saturday night the poor bugger got diarrhea in the middle of the night which kept us both awake for awhile.  On Sunday night, poor nana got diarrhea in the middle of the night (in spite of washing my hands very well), and I was awake for about an hour.  Last night I hit a wall and crawled into my bed at 7:20pm, unable to cope with anything, not even being tired.  I feel human again this morning thankfully.

No pottery today, groceries, laundry, and dog walks.  

Tonight we're having pizza from the Italian Centre, so no cooking tonight!

It's cold this morning, 1C (34F).  I put on my toque and my mitts when I walked Jack out to the bus stop.  Winter is coming.  The cat is not impressed.

Nothing much changes around here.  Yesterday was National Truth and Reconciliation Day in Canada, also known as Orange shirt day.  I went on Danielle Smith's Instagram page and the racist comments were overwhelming and horrible.  The fact that she doesn't shut down the racism speaks volumes about her character as a human and her character as a leader.  I find her to be lacking in integrity, morals, accountability, and empathy.  She sets the mood and her caucus and MLAs follow.  Because she's awful, they feel that they too can be awful, and not just the MLAs, some Albertans as well.  

A leader sets the tone, just like in the US.  The Republicans, by propping up trump and his anger, hatred, and insanity, have promoted hatred, anger, and division in the US.  trump leads by example, and his example is one of corruption, sexism, fraud, and lies.  People have embraced his lead because it gives them permission to be their worst self.  

A good leader would promote working together, cohesiveness, compassion, and integrity.  Both Alberta and the US lack this right now.  I can only hope it gets better for both of us, soon.

I fell again yesterday on the back deck.  I'm moving gravel around to make room for the dirt we'll need to bring to stop anymore flooding of the basement.  I had a container with gravel and I tripped and fell hard on my knees and my armpit got it too from the container.  Sigh.  This morning my knees are quite sore but I'm thankful I didn't break anything.  My mum's first bad break was when she was 48, so I'm doing well.  Osteoporosis runs in the family but I also spent 25 years lifting weights in an effort to avoid that same scenario.  So far (touch wood) my bones are doing well.

I have an exciting day planned of housework and walking the dogs.  Try not to jealous, it's not a good look:)

My husband had a workplace party on Saturday night.  His workplace was my workplace so I was looking forward to seeing friends and I did.  The food was good and the drinks were even better.  I drank something called a Lime in the Coconut which had lime juice, coconut, and pineapple juice, plus some rum.  It was delicious and I drank two in no time and then I stopped because I don't like being drunk anymore (if I ever did) and I hate hangovers (I've always hated those).  

It was so nice to catch up with people I hadn't seen in over a year, nurses, techs, and radiologists.  A strange thing happened though, people kept asking me if I was enjoying my retirement and I told them yes, I was, some of them looked surprised.  A couple of people asked me if I was coming back to work.  No.  I'm raising a 7 year old and that wears me out.  I can't imagine working on top of that.  We have enough money and I enjoy not having to rush all the time.  Not to mention pottery:)

A friend of mine babysat Jack for us.  We have never left him with a babysitter in the evening.  If we had to go to something he would stay with grandma, or we wouldn't go.  My friend took Jack to the park and got him ready for bed, and then got him into bed.  Jack was sound asleep when we got home.  In the morning Jack said to poppa, "I knew you'd come back!".  Fuck me.  He worried about it.

Pottery is still going well and we continue to learn so much from our new instructor.  Yesterday I made a mug, probably the best mug I've ever made and it was easy to do because of things she has taught us.  I suppose trying to make mugs for the last year and a half helped too.  I've learned what works and what doesn't.  But I am hopeful that this is the MUG, the one I can replicate, the one that is practical, and pretty.  Fingers crossed.

Work continues in the garden.  The pear tree is almost done with it's fruit and I have gathered most of it up, one tiny pear at a time.  There is still lots of cleaning that needs to be done but I have a month to work on it, so I do a little at a time.

Jack is finding grade two much harder than grade one was.  I'm hoping that's temporary.  He is reading well which is wonderful but now he's being tested on his spelling.  He can spell words phonetically but not in English.  Of=uv for him.  That seems to be getting him down, and the math is getting him down too.  Last night he was telling me that they have to be able to count to 1000 and told me, "That would take like an hour!".  We'll work on it.  At least numbers follow a pattern.  It wasn't until I was an adult that I realized that "x" was supposed to be a number, as in solve for "x".  I was also an adult before I realized that "c'est ca" meant "that's it" or correct.  Either I'm dense or the teacher did not convey the idea in such a way that I could understand it.

I still feel meh.  My energy is back, some days, and other days there is still a piano tied to my ass.  My cough is almost gone, except on Sunday when I was out with Katie at the mall.  I coughed so long and so hard, she looked concerned.  I was fine but I did buy some cough drops.

Jack at bedtime:)

  

 I finally have my energy back and Charlie and I practiced Japanese interval walking, courtesy of Stubblejumpers Cafe and DB Stewart.  I worked up a good sweat and Charlie loved walking faster.  It reminded me of my forties when I was a racewalker; our training consisted of a lot of interval training.  I was never that fast or that slow, middling was my speed.  I did racewalk a half marathon about 20 years ago and did well, about 2 hours and 40 minutes.  I got to the end of the race and thought, there is no way in hell I would ever do a full marathon.

I went to pottery class twice this week, heaven.  Our new instructor has made a living as an artist and a pottery instructor for 40 years..  She knows shit and she's teaching us.

A friend of mine gave me this yesterday at pottery class.  She knows me so well.  Her husband helped us with our taxes this past spring and he told his wife about me after we first met, "She's a nice lady, but she swears a lot."  Yes I do.  I shall treasure this cross-stitch.

The weather has been nice here so Jack and poppa have gone to the skateboard park every night after supper for a good hour.  Jack is also sleeping in his own bed again, after 11 months.  Hurray.  I've been laying down with him at bedtime lately and he's so sweet to snuggle with.  He's getting so big too.

I've stopped bending over backwards to accommodate Jack's other family (his mom, aunt, and grandma), neither am I sugar coating anything for them.  I told the aunt, I don't lie and I don't sugar coat things.  It's not like I'm going to change.  Their family has a hard time dealing with difficult things and honesty.  Not my problem anymore.  Jack has lived here for almost six years.  He's pretty much a straight shooter too, but he never wants to hurt his mom's feelings.  He knows or understands that her mental health is fragile.

Katie has had five incidents in the last two weeks, since I cancelled our visit while I was sick, which is why I seldom cancel.  When we went out this past Sunday she was good and we had a good time. 

Counselling is going well, for me and for Jack.  His counselor is working on dealing with his trauma and also teaching him social skills.  She's a good woman.

Nothing much else going on.  Life is quiet right now and I'm good with that.

Liz at Field and Fen wondered what a snapshot of my life would look like.  This is what it looks like.  I spend a huge amount of time in my kitchen.  There is a bowl of ripe tomatoes that is waiting to be made into sauce.  I have a box and another bowl of tomatoes in the pantry ripening, and another bag of tomatoes downstairs ripening.  I'll have enough sauce to do us until next summer.

There is always a pile of paper on the island as well.  Right now it's under the tomatoes.  No matter how much I work at it, the pile remains.  The composition changes but the pile remains.

The flowers are from my birthday on the weekend, Jack picked out both bouquets for me, one with his poppa and one with his other family (which shocked me).  

My husband always leaves stuff on the island which I try to ignore but which I often just move into his office.  You can see cords and the blue thing is a handle that he 3D printed for his walking stick.

The drying tray always seems to have stuff drying in it.  There are lots of things I won't put in a dishwasher, water bottles, sippy cup, good cutlery, etc.  It only gets emptied when I have more dishes to do.

The container on the bottom right I made in pottery class to hold Jack's puffers and other crap.  There are meds on the counters that are used most days and there is a collection of meds by the paper towels that are new (for blood pressure, cholesterol, iron, and one for Jack).  If I don't leave them out, I won't see them and I will forget about them.  Out of sight, out of mind definitely applies to me.

You can also see the calendar which has everything written on it because otherwise I wouldn't remember:)

I don't mind being in the kitchen, but by the end of the day, I'm tired of it.  Sometimes it can take an hour or more to make supper, which is fine it it tastes good, but it seems like such a waste of time if the food is only meh.  I do try to make it taste good but I don't always succeed.  Tonight will be chicken fried rice, made with leftovers.

As I sit here at my desk typing I can hear pears dropping to the deck as the wind blows the tree around.  It's an ornamental pear tree. The pears aren't big enough to eat, but for some reason (I'm guessing all the rain), this year they're huge, big enough and hard enough to hurt if they hit you on the head.

I started pottery class again yesterday and we have a new instructor.  She has forty plus years of experience and she's already taught us so much we didn't know, in just one class.  I'm looking forward to learning more.

In an effort to avoid doing housework right away, I wasted half an hour looking at memes for y'all.  You're welcome:)