I have now made two batches of dill pickles and one batch of sweet pickles. I don't know that I have found a recipe that I like. The sweet ones I think I just processed too long so they got a little bit curly, but they taste fine. Batch one of the dill pickles is kinda salty. Haven't yet tried batch two.
Yesterday cleaned up in the children's room (but not for the whole day). Also, checked out things in the garden (but not obsessively).
It is kind of nice not to have any exciting things to say about mental health for this day. I felt the kind of normal that makes me think, "I don't need medication anymore. I'm better." It is the danger of good meds. All I need to do is look a few posts back for a reminder that I don't feel this kind of normal without some assistance.
Need to do some stuff. Don't know what.
Last night had a neighbor over for Mojitos and pico de gallo. It was nice. Except that I left out the sugar bowl where I had muddled some mint from the garden and the ants found it overnight and went into a sugar-crazed drunken frenzy. Unfortunately/fortunately I was not the one who found the boozy ants. Spouse had to deal with them.
Talked to my boss yesterday about more solid plans for the fall. Super excited about all the new things that I will be doing. I really like piloting new projects. The challenge is really good for me and my brain.
I am looking forward to not working in the evenings. Lately I feel like I don't see Spouse at all. That could partly be the fact that he is no longer sick and forced to stay home from work anymore... but partly not. I'm glad my regular schedule doesn't involve us being tag-team parenting partners all the time.
Grateful Crap: touch-typing without a bandaid on my left index finger.
finally scheduled appointments for me and 11yo; refilled my prescription for bupropion.
Quaker, teacher, parent,