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Post by sue5000 on Jun 10, 2015 22:09:19 GMT -5
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Post by Emma on Jun 25, 2015 7:59:57 GMT -5
Thank you for this thread. It articulates a great deal for me.
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Post by poppy on Jun 25, 2015 14:57:40 GMT -5
guts still on garage floor.
Hope you've been able to deal with it. I know it's tough. Makes me think necropsy every time one of mine leave something like that. I think you gave the suggestion of tequila to someone once...this might be the time to employ that method. Seriously, garden hose with attached spray nozzle on maximum to spray it off into the grass? Disposable glove, handful of newspapers over it, and scoop what you can? Personally prefer the garden hose. Good luck.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2015 18:43:30 GMT -5
Well. the guts are gone! I put extra strenth kitty litter on it and waited for it all to dry out. Waited a good long time. Then I took the shop vac and sucked that mess right up!!!! All gone!
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Post by Blackswan on Jun 25, 2015 21:31:58 GMT -5
I'm very curious to read what the guts belonged too! But I was posting to say I just faced a trauma corner, a drawer turned into a litter box and I feel amazing now! I will read back soon. Now I have to run off for fifteen minutes of cleaning. I am intrigued wondering what the guts are from but scared to find out, talk about a squalor cliff hanger! Congratulations on cleaning that! You are a warrior!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2015 7:47:38 GMT -5
I'm very curious to read what the guts belonged too! But I was posting to say I just faced a trauma corner, a drawer turned into a litter box and I feel amazing now! I will read back soon. Now I have to run off for fifteen minutes of cleaning. I am intrigued wondering what the guts are from but scared to find out, talk about a squalor cliff hanger! Congratulations on cleaning that! You are a warrior! cats ate a chipmunk then barfed the guts all over the floor. How do I know it was a chipmunk? They left the head. and the tail.
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Post by mynicehome on Jun 26, 2015 9:10:24 GMT -5
, @abubu...I was wondering if you'd forgotten about the guts! Way to go on getting that off your mind and floor! I once found a small bird's head under my fridge.
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Post by Emma on Jun 26, 2015 9:18:47 GMT -5
For me, because of SooS, the energy under the trauma is being transformed into hope and life. :)
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Post by poppy on Jun 26, 2015 10:12:19 GMT -5
For me, because of SooS, the energy under the trauma is being transformed into hope and life. Wow, Emma. That is wonderful.
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Post by Emma on Jun 26, 2015 10:15:00 GMT -5
Poppy, thanks. :) Something wonderful is occurring. :)
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Post by Unswamping on Jul 6, 2015 14:39:01 GMT -5
Been working on converting my dining room to a sewing room. I was doing really well, chugging along, sorting through totes of fabric and putting it away in the new cabinet i set up. Got down the the last tote and was getting excited that the end was in sight. One more tote, clear the table and i can start sewing! Not!
Who would have guessed that the last tote was a hidden trauma corner? I started emptying the tote, pulling out items and sorting like with like into piles on the floor. Oh, cross stitch bookmark i made for my grandma. Finished all the stitching, just needed to bind the edges. She passed away 17 years ago. The tears started. I set it aside. Thread, sewing needles into their piles. My grandmothers crochet hooks. More tears. I pulled everything out of the tote and spread it on the floor. Mistake! Big mistake! Lots of bittersweet memories of my grandmother, who i loved like a mother, who taught me to knit, sew, and crochet. Lots of her old things. Missing her very much lately, her birthday was in june.
Lots of cross stitch projects, some done, some in progress, some never started. I used to love doing cross stitch so much, why did i stop? Sifting through, i come across a little cross stitch project i did. The saying on it triggers a memory. I had made my mother a beautiful bag, like a flour sack, with a design on it and it said "bless this home". I filled it with an assortment of dried flowers. I gave it to her and she hung it in the kitchen. I was 25 at the time. Visiting one day, not realizing that my parents were fighting yet again. Sitting in the living room. My mom comes in and sits next to me. She says my name and i look up. She has the bag with the flowers. She pulls the flowers out and crumbles them up, into my lap. She picks up a pair of scissors and cuts the bag up into little pieces. The only thing she says is that "blessing this house is a load of crap". I sat stone still and staring. Shocked. Not so much at what she did but that i had thought that she had changed and grown out of this type of behavior. I never said anything that day. I had long ago learned that words would just fuel her fire.
I went home to my place and set aside all my cross stitch. I laid down the needle and never picked it up again. My brother told my dad about it. He told me that he was going to divorce my mother, that it was one thing to be mad at him, but he had enough of her hurting us kids because of her anger at him. Sure dad, whatever you say. Id heard that so many times before from both of them. This year, they will be celebrating 55 years of marriage. I hope that my siblings dont acknowledge it. I long ago stopped acknowledging it.
Any way, after stopping go have a good cry, i scooped up all the emotionally laden stuff, plopped it back into a tote and stuck it in the corner. Put the thread, sewing needles etc. back where their "homes" will be. Someday, i will have to deal with that tote. Just not today.
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Post by openwindows on Jul 6, 2015 14:48:44 GMT -5
Oh swampy ((hugs)) ((hugs)) and more ((hugs))
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Post by sue5000 on Jul 6, 2015 22:51:49 GMT -5
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Post by lucie on Jul 7, 2015 1:35:32 GMT -5
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Post by angela on Jul 7, 2015 2:02:07 GMT -5
Oh dear Swampy..
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