Oneanne
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Woohoo...
In my office, the areas that are out of video range have degenerated back into disheveled piles of stuff that's been bugging me for weeks. Yesterday I finally couldn't take it any more and ordered a new tall bookcase which got me going on sorting/clearing out so that I'll be ready for it. Woohoo, as I deserve a lovely nicely decorated office.
Last week my counselor asked me what my stressors were... so backing up to identify the little things that end up in the big pile that takes me over the edge. The first thing that came up for me is that dang FitBit sleep report. I've adjusted so many things but I still consistently get low scores. Then this morning I noticed you can see a chart where your averages are compared to your demographic group and for the most part I'm right in the average except that my awake time is a little less and my deep sleep is a little more. Either this means I'm doing fine or none of us old white women are getting enough sleep. Either way I'm going to stop worrying about it, so woohoo for that.
And not really a woohoo, just a ramble about what's on my mind this morning: the other thing my Counselor and I talked about was my Grandmother Fisk, who I've been obsessed with since my drive thru their retirement town during my vacation. I remembered the little genealogy notebook my Dad had put together and pulled it out. I knew she was out of her parent's house and was working as a Milliner when she married, but found out she married at age 26 - which seems older than average for 1923, so she really was independent and on her own. He had also included a copy of her Panamanian driver's license from when they lived there in 1941... again independent and I'm thinking not that common for women to be driving at that time? Here's a picture of her around the time they married:

The hat! And I never realized before, but I've got her eyes. Oh how I wish I could have a chat with her.
In my office, the areas that are out of video range have degenerated back into disheveled piles of stuff that's been bugging me for weeks. Yesterday I finally couldn't take it any more and ordered a new tall bookcase which got me going on sorting/clearing out so that I'll be ready for it. Woohoo, as I deserve a lovely nicely decorated office.
Last week my counselor asked me what my stressors were... so backing up to identify the little things that end up in the big pile that takes me over the edge. The first thing that came up for me is that dang FitBit sleep report. I've adjusted so many things but I still consistently get low scores. Then this morning I noticed you can see a chart where your averages are compared to your demographic group and for the most part I'm right in the average except that my awake time is a little less and my deep sleep is a little more. Either this means I'm doing fine or none of us old white women are getting enough sleep. Either way I'm going to stop worrying about it, so woohoo for that.
And not really a woohoo, just a ramble about what's on my mind this morning: the other thing my Counselor and I talked about was my Grandmother Fisk, who I've been obsessed with since my drive thru their retirement town during my vacation. I remembered the little genealogy notebook my Dad had put together and pulled it out. I knew she was out of her parent's house and was working as a Milliner when she married, but found out she married at age 26 - which seems older than average for 1923, so she really was independent and on her own. He had also included a copy of her Panamanian driver's license from when they lived there in 1941... again independent and I'm thinking not that common for women to be driving at that time? Here's a picture of her around the time they married:

The hat! And I never realized before, but I've got her eyes. Oh how I wish I could have a chat with her.
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