What is this I hear?
Nothing? No workers? No children? Silence?
It's almost as if I feel 'peace'.
Other than the puppies crawling all over me.
There's no more money to do the last of the finishing touches The Carpenter wants to do, so there's nobody working.
The dogs are free.
I'm free.
Papi has no money for his drugs of choice, so there's a forced sobriety at the moment.
I get a ray of peace in every corner of my day.
Of course, there is the Housemaid coming in an hour and a half, but that's only for an hour of work today as I won't have her clean upstairs to allow Papi rest.
Papi will be sleeping quite late today, as I gave him one of my pills I used to take for nerve pain, that tripled as an anti-depressant and knocked me out so I could sleep through the pain.
Papi will be knocked out for quite some time and have one of the best sleeps he's had in a while.
He's going to go through withdrawal from the clonazepam, because he ran out, so he definitely needs some sleep.
There's usually a silver lining to every hardship. Being broke means he can't go buy pills and beer.
Anyway, I have some herbs I'll be force feeding him, without him knowing it, that should help wash the drugs out of his system faster. "Here baby, have some orange juice," or, "I opened you a pop."
It doesn't matter how I get it in him, as long as I do. It's tasteless thankfully.
Still, I feel like there's someone around me in the yard.
Every noise I hear I think it's the workers coming to ask for a trip to the hardware store, or to oversee something they're working on, or a question. "Andréa! Andréa! Andréa!"
Every time the dogs run toward the gate I think it's another child just wandering in because they can. "Andréa! Andréa! Andréa!"
It's almost like I have a bit of a P.T.S.D. reaction to people in my space calling my name.
There is a very good possibility that I have a line on work for the month of July though, so I'll be away from the house a lot, leaving Papi to fend for himself with the dogs and tail end of work that needs to be done.
Not to mention, chasing away the kids from the yard, yelling, "No Andréa aqui!"
It's also possible that I have a piano student. Here, it's all about how cheap you can get things, so she's searching for the best price of a teacher, not the best teacher.
However, ANY money is money and that's how it goes here. Everyone charges a lesser amount than the first person, just to get the job.
Desperation. I feel it too.
So my normal charge of $40/hour piano lessons will be chopped to $15/hour. I'm not shitting you, but it's balanced off by how affordable it is to live healthy here.
Nurses here only make $200 a month. You don't come to the Dominican Republic to make money.
I have no idea how much the other month long job pays, I'll just be proud if I get it, because I would be teaching music to children with the Dream Project at their summer camp.
I went there looking to volunteer, and found that there's a possibility of work. Not that I'll be making very much money, but I'll be meeting other musicians and people who speak English.
Who knows? Maybe I'll meet that physical friend I need so badly? Or that female percussionist I so badly want to collaborate with to get a new feel for music.
I went in to the Dream Project office on the way back from getting my negative results from Mr. Lumpy, which also happened to be the day the shit hit the fan with Papi's 'normal drinking'.
I needed to feel like I was starting a new life, with or without my love. I needed to feel like I could still HAVE a life whether Papi was going down or not.
Anyway, the results were negative and I'm trusting their test that says that rat bastard lump is just a cyst now, and really don't feel like going for a 2nd opinion.
I'm done fretting over Mr. Lumpy. If it turns out to be something that grows and is sinister, it means I get new boobs.
Not a bad trade.
But my time can be better spent right now. I don't need to have the obsession of fear.
I need to experience peace.
Nothing? No workers? No children? Silence?
It's almost as if I feel 'peace'.
Other than the puppies crawling all over me.
There's no more money to do the last of the finishing touches The Carpenter wants to do, so there's nobody working.
The dogs are free.
I'm free.
Papi has no money for his drugs of choice, so there's a forced sobriety at the moment.
I get a ray of peace in every corner of my day.
Of course, there is the Housemaid coming in an hour and a half, but that's only for an hour of work today as I won't have her clean upstairs to allow Papi rest.
Papi will be sleeping quite late today, as I gave him one of my pills I used to take for nerve pain, that tripled as an anti-depressant and knocked me out so I could sleep through the pain.
Papi will be knocked out for quite some time and have one of the best sleeps he's had in a while.
He's going to go through withdrawal from the clonazepam, because he ran out, so he definitely needs some sleep.
There's usually a silver lining to every hardship. Being broke means he can't go buy pills and beer.
Anyway, I have some herbs I'll be force feeding him, without him knowing it, that should help wash the drugs out of his system faster. "Here baby, have some orange juice," or, "I opened you a pop."
It doesn't matter how I get it in him, as long as I do. It's tasteless thankfully.
Still, I feel like there's someone around me in the yard.
Every noise I hear I think it's the workers coming to ask for a trip to the hardware store, or to oversee something they're working on, or a question. "Andréa! Andréa! Andréa!"
Every time the dogs run toward the gate I think it's another child just wandering in because they can. "Andréa! Andréa! Andréa!"
It's almost like I have a bit of a P.T.S.D. reaction to people in my space calling my name.
There is a very good possibility that I have a line on work for the month of July though, so I'll be away from the house a lot, leaving Papi to fend for himself with the dogs and tail end of work that needs to be done.
Not to mention, chasing away the kids from the yard, yelling, "No Andréa aqui!"
It's also possible that I have a piano student. Here, it's all about how cheap you can get things, so she's searching for the best price of a teacher, not the best teacher.
However, ANY money is money and that's how it goes here. Everyone charges a lesser amount than the first person, just to get the job.
Desperation. I feel it too.
So my normal charge of $40/hour piano lessons will be chopped to $15/hour. I'm not shitting you, but it's balanced off by how affordable it is to live healthy here.
Nurses here only make $200 a month. You don't come to the Dominican Republic to make money.
I have no idea how much the other month long job pays, I'll just be proud if I get it, because I would be teaching music to children with the Dream Project at their summer camp.
I went there looking to volunteer, and found that there's a possibility of work. Not that I'll be making very much money, but I'll be meeting other musicians and people who speak English.
Who knows? Maybe I'll meet that physical friend I need so badly? Or that female percussionist I so badly want to collaborate with to get a new feel for music.
I went in to the Dream Project office on the way back from getting my negative results from Mr. Lumpy, which also happened to be the day the shit hit the fan with Papi's 'normal drinking'.
I needed to feel like I was starting a new life, with or without my love. I needed to feel like I could still HAVE a life whether Papi was going down or not.
Anyway, the results were negative and I'm trusting their test that says that rat bastard lump is just a cyst now, and really don't feel like going for a 2nd opinion.
I'm done fretting over Mr. Lumpy. If it turns out to be something that grows and is sinister, it means I get new boobs.
Not a bad trade.
But my time can be better spent right now. I don't need to have the obsession of fear.
I need to experience peace.
i feel total peace with my powerful self-esteem
Enjoy the quiet and relative peace while it lasts!
ReplyDeleteHow many days before Papi's out of the woods?
it should take a couple weeks. but it will be just enough time for him to get paid to go buy more :(
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