sad one :(
weird day more happened than i intended.
woke up. felt bad and weird. took a walk to the dog park my favorite activity when i feel restless and like i want to punch a wall. 14 minute walk. dogs were good, lots of wrestling. got my overpriced iced tea.
estate sale sign! no idea how far away it is, no address, but i follow it anyway. another 10 minute walk but we found it! old house, apparently the owner is still alive and just moved into a group home at 99. the bedroom is full of vintage 1930's hats and slips, 40's dresses and hats, 50's women's suit sets. wool and cashmere sweaters. mostly not in great condition, the estate company has priced things high too. none of this fits me. i poke at some beautiful embroidery and learn that everything is half off tomorrow.
i do not have time to come back tomorrow.
come home. make that work phone call. goes okay. eat.
helping family clean for a few hours. getting paid even if i would do it for free is nice. lots and lots of dust, intermittent showers keep me from taking everything outside to scrub. i eat my sandwich and leave for my saturday board game night, already somewhat exhausted of people and debating going home.
sorry that you all have to hear this (if anyone is going to read this one with a subject line like that) but while waiting for the bus, i saw a dog get hit by a car right in front of me. on the bus bench next to me a guy sat with a dog in his lap. when across the street his partner came out of the store, it jumped up and tried to run across. it was a slow hit, mostly just the legs. they ran off before they could even get the number of the people driving. the drivers felt so bad. but there wasn't anything they could have done really.
still shaken. still traumatized. and it wasnt even me that has to deal with the outcome.
left game night early after buying a snack and saying hi to my friends. i dont want to exist right now im forever on the verge of crying. too many things in one day, and i feel so overbooked. especially now that im upping my work hours to 22 a week.