Not feeling much like blogging. For some reason. But for you I will make an effort. Thank me later.<\/p>\n
Had a meeting with my social worker today. Talked about how things are going. And what is going to happen in the future. Some things came up, but nothing too important. I’ll cover them when I get there.<\/p>\n
We also talked a little about how it was going at the playground. My work there. I used to be just a substitute, but I now have fixed workdays. Granted, it’s only every other Saturday. So it’s not a lot of days. But it still feels kinda good to have been upgraded to a permanent position. And hopefully I’ll still get more substitute days , cause I like the work. If only I could have a fulltime job lulling around, taking care of the animals there. That’d be grand. <\/p>\n
I also seem to have gotten myself a fan. Remember that garage sale thing, where I bought a stuffed animal to be nice to the kids? One of them has been practically following me around. Haha. He’s a nice boy. He’s very open and talkative. On Friday he followed me when I went shopping in Favorit, after I had been at the playground. And I actually think he was going to follow me home. Oddness. I had to stop. We were back at the playground after leaving Favorit. And I told him that he’d better stay there. And he just said ok. I’m not sure where he’d gotten the idea that he was going to follow me home. Or what he was exactly planning, if he was just going to follow me there and then go back to the playground or if he wanted me to show him my house or something. Hah. It was a little creepy really. But like I said, he’s a nice boy. Very open. We were standing in line in Favorit and he just started talking to the people behind us. Commenting on the stuff they were buying. I think that either he is a bit lonely or maybe he doesn’t have a good understanding of other people’s personal space. But anyway. If he’s lonely then I’d be happy to talk to him. As long as he doesn’t follow me home.<\/p>\n
His parents probably wouldn’t be too happy with that either. “Where were you son?”. “Oh I went home with a weird stranger”. Oh yes. That would certainly do wonders for my reputation in the local community.<\/p>\n
Actually one of the things I like most about working at the playground in weekends is the community aspect. Having people come by. A mother with her daughter, asking me if it was okay for them to go around and look at the animals. I get to have a certain, if slight, status. And they get to know me. I almost feel.. popular. People like me. What an odd feeling. And yes, I know it’s only the playground etc etc. But small steps are better than standing still.<\/p>\n
There was a couple of girls who came in and looked at the bunnies while I was changing their water. One of them went from cage to cage and everytime she’d say “ooh this one is so cute” then to the next cage “ooh this one is the cutest” and then the next “ooh this one is cuter” and so on. Very sweet. And they were sticking carrots in to the bunnies. “You feed this one” “No feed that one” “can you feed that one then I feed this one”. It is so cute and twee that I almost feel like painting it all purple.<\/p>\n
I think that is about all for today. Have I mentioned that I have a meeting with my therapist on Friday? I skipped my appointment during The Bad Time and ignored her calls. But now I’m going back. And I’ll talk to their doc too. Plus we’re going to see if I can get some help with the house hunting. It’s a little depressing to think back and remember that I was planning to move out in January or something like that. Things have not exactly gone perfectly. But now things seem to be happening again and my depression is slightly diminishing so maybe who knows it could happen stranger things happen at sea etc. If I don’t have my own place by January next year then someone please kidnap me and board me up in a shack in the woods. With a cat.<\/p>\n