Wednesday Zee and I went to a counseling session, our 11th one, and it has helped tremendously. The insight of a person outside the family helping us plow through family dynamics has been a blessing--helped, but not cured by a long shot.
My daughter is on Paxil, and I asked the doctor to put me on it too, since it seemed to help daughter stabilize her moods. It just didn't do a thing for me, so I stopped it, then the doctor recently put me on another anti-depressant whose name I can't recall at present. Well! That pill gave me nightmares, so I've stopped it too. Plus it kind of zombied be out, and I can't stand that either, I reckon I'll just have to go around the rest of my life feisty and truculent and "hard to get along with."

Anyway, on the way back from the counselor, we stopped at a Chinese restaurant and I ordered Sweet and sour pork. My asumption was this dish requires pork chunks cooked with pineapple chunks, bell pepper chunks and onion, swaddled in a sweet and sour sauce. That's the way I cook it. So the dish arrives and it's pork chunks battered and fried with a dish of sweet and sour sauce on the side. No pineapple or pepper and two little pieces of onion. Oh well, I'm trying to be peaeable and sweet, so I ate some of it.

Then we went down the street to a place that sells nothing but mosaic tiles and large panes of stained glass. Daughter bought me two boxes of glass for only $20.00, much cheaper than the little containers sold at Hobby Lobby. She brought it home and put it in a pillowcase and broke one box of it up for me. Got to go, hear squabbling.

Love from Susil