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I lurk on this site every day and comment on other peoples' posts occasionally, but it's only fair that I contribute too.
My only functional social contacts are the university extension master gardener group, and my place with them seems a little problematic.......by my own making it so.
Last year I agreed to serve on a committee and really didn't like it.....the prob was pure inferiority complex on my part.....the M.G.'s who know me were OK, the local museum director, the Parks Dept. director, the City engineer and two local bank managers were all cordial enough, but I felt so in over my head......like the unpopular kid in school sitting with the 'really cool people'. Nobody to blame but myself.
I almost quit the movement but thought better of it.....and privately announced I'd resign committee work as of the new year. Now I merely have responsibility for a corner of one of the public parks.......working in my comfort zone with trees, shrubs and mulch beds etc.......and the blue collar types from the Parks dept.
On the positive side, I've arranged for the M.G.'s May meeting to be held at a local organic, community co-operative produce farm. I know the owner from a bee keeper's class. It's probably trivial, but I feel ridiculously self satisfied.....like I'm mitigating my self perceived 'failure' in not doing so well at contributing enough around the committee's conference table.
And I'm the caregiver for my nonagenarian, mood disordered mother. That's an ongoing thing in my life. She doesn't make it easy. We live on a rural acreage that could be my pleasure to be custodian of.....were it not for her mood swing. In depression, she thinks everything is going wrong and nothing is good. In manic upswing mood, she is full of unrealistically ambitious plans. Managing her is not easy.
My dog is probably my best friend. Also a lady I talk with online......whom I knew when we were both young and growing up a very long way from where either one of us is now.
So I'm not in crisis, just a monotonous, discontented series of chores without joy. This can't be as good as it gets?
My only functional social contacts are the university extension master gardener group, and my place with them seems a little problematic.......by my own making it so.
Last year I agreed to serve on a committee and really didn't like it.....the prob was pure inferiority complex on my part.....the M.G.'s who know me were OK, the local museum director, the Parks Dept. director, the City engineer and two local bank managers were all cordial enough, but I felt so in over my head......like the unpopular kid in school sitting with the 'really cool people'. Nobody to blame but myself.
I almost quit the movement but thought better of it.....and privately announced I'd resign committee work as of the new year. Now I merely have responsibility for a corner of one of the public parks.......working in my comfort zone with trees, shrubs and mulch beds etc.......and the blue collar types from the Parks dept.
On the positive side, I've arranged for the M.G.'s May meeting to be held at a local organic, community co-operative produce farm. I know the owner from a bee keeper's class. It's probably trivial, but I feel ridiculously self satisfied.....like I'm mitigating my self perceived 'failure' in not doing so well at contributing enough around the committee's conference table.
And I'm the caregiver for my nonagenarian, mood disordered mother. That's an ongoing thing in my life. She doesn't make it easy. We live on a rural acreage that could be my pleasure to be custodian of.....were it not for her mood swing. In depression, she thinks everything is going wrong and nothing is good. In manic upswing mood, she is full of unrealistically ambitious plans. Managing her is not easy.
My dog is probably my best friend. Also a lady I talk with online......whom I knew when we were both young and growing up a very long way from where either one of us is now.
So I'm not in crisis, just a monotonous, discontented series of chores without joy. This can't be as good as it gets?