#his routine schedule might also just be a copy and paste of his grandmothers!

[genshinmaburp]

Alhaitham who is a student at the akademiya, has exams coming up, and cannot remember where he left his keys or when he last ate so he has to make note of it somewhere every now and again. Him trying to keep a schedule over time so he doesn’t forget to take care of himself while he’s thinking of correlations and causations and the next paper he has to write. Just Alhaitham living alone without his grandma for the first time and realizing that no one else will look out for him (not necessarily in a self pitying way), so he has to build a routine schedule for himself to live a good life.

#alhaitham has high stress management bc whenever he gets stressed about something he rationalizes it #but I think one of this biggest problems with people who rationalize everything is u tend to forget to take care of yourself #I think that’s probably how he started building off his schedule #(talking from personal experience where I started adding a sleep schedule and routine eating times so I don’t forget to do these things.) #I hc alhaitham as an insomniac until he figured out scheduled sleeping #genshin impact #alhaitham #this is all with the thought that his grandmother spoiled him #but there’s always the possibility his routine schedule is smth his grandmother implemented on him as well! #his routine schedule might also just be a copy and paste of his grandmothers! #he likely also doesn’t follow it to a tea in consideration of how bro goes out to the desert at random to experiment/research privately #also he’s a napper how did I forget

[stevedonnellyfaith-blog]

Recharging (Post 102) 8-19-15

                        My first summer back in Ohio is nearly completed.  Abby took Natalie back to school shopping last week; Open House was on Monday and my little girl was back in the Classroom on Tuesday.  She is in the same school but there are small changes to last year’s routine.  Her BFF in last year’s class as well as her biggest daily nemesis will both have different homerooms while her second best neighborhood friend will now be on the same lunch schedule with her.  Also, strangely, the other day Natalie was acrylic painting with her Grandmother, lately they have been cooking together.  I see subtle shifts among the tectonic plates of her world, but I don’t anticipate any earthquakes.  Natalie is planning to place the clarinet, though, so I expect to have my fill of off-key snake-charming music for the next several months.

My dad and I continue to have infrequent arguments and watch sports and football together.  Usually when his temper gets the best of him, he is worried about one of my kids.  Nicholas, the other week, was lying down most of the day and told us he didn’t feel well.  My dad and I bickered throughout that whole day; both of us could feel the unspoken tension and decided to grump at each other over unrelated minutia. Later Nick felt better admitting that he had gorged himself on something ridiculously indigestible. With the good news announced I could see the demon of anxiety depart from my father with a great exhalation.  The insufferable man with whom I beefed throughout my adolescence and on into my twenties was replaced again by the aging warm and peaceful gentleman that has become my closest friend.  

I guess my personal defense mechanism also had kicked in.  Faced with adversity I withdraw from passionate human interaction and pass the time thinking about how glorious the next life might potentially be if I don’t screw things up.  Heaven-gazing is probably a proper pastime for a bored soul waiting for Charon the Greek boatman at the ferry landing of the River Styx, but distractedly daydreaming about the after-life doesn’t really fill the emotional needs of the family members to whom I am supposed to be ministering.  In this case, though, surprised by good news, for a change, I emerged like Puxatony Phil from my burrow of reticence.  Failing to detect my shadow I decided to stay emotionally present and cracked a smile.  Our fraternal anguish now alleviated, my dad and I watched a baseball game together.

Dad and I argued again about dumb stuff, when we didn’t know what was causing Stephen’s seizure activity.  I think the tertiary tiff this time was money related. Dad worries about my future financial well-being and happiness, but, for the most part, I am done with all that stuff, and just plan on living simply and enjoying activities with the kids as I attempt to discern and follow the clearest path possible through this earthly labyrinth towards eventual salvation.  Now both unspokenly worried about Stephen, we donned the jousting helmets of our stormy countenances, tilted a few rounds and then retreated to our respective hideouts in the house until we were assured that Stephen was not in serious danger. That issue satisfactorily resolved, we sat down and watched a Women’s soccer game together.  There is a certain pattern to our dysfunctional pantomime.

Because, going forward, Nicholas, Abby and Natalie will all be focused chiefly on school work and making friends for the next several months, I am looking forward to playing a lesser role in their lives than I have this summer.  Work is keeping me busy and tired throughout the week. Once we get settled into our new house, I expect that chores will again absorb much of the weekend downtime that I currently enjoy.  I am looking forward and dreading the upcoming move almost like a kid returning to friends and schoolwork in the fall.  I expect that I will have to buy a new mower, some leaf rakes, and snow shovels, all of which I abandoned at the curbside one fall evening after moving into our last house in Brentwood.  I rationalize the exercise will be good for me.

I worry some that I although I have added family back into my life, I have lost quite a bit spiritually in my return from Brentwood.  When I roll up the door on my storage container, I am pretty sure that my household goods will be there but I am not so sure that all my spiritual belongings are stored accessibly.  Once I am again able to lounge on my hibernating red sectional will I return to reading scripture regularly?  Because I no longer attend the Men of St Joseph meetings on Monday night, my copies of Magnificat for the last several months remain firmly wrapped in the shipping plastic as if all of them emerged from the mail person’s pouch today.  I miss the discussions and camaraderie from Mondays and also from the Ministry of Caring support group on Thursdays.  While Confession, Adoration and Mass keep me in touch with Jesus, I do feel isolated from what I have come to know as the Body of Christ.  I am sure that once we are settled we will become active members of the parish that I have selected to join, but that too makes me feel like I am a new kid that is headed to an unfamiliar school.

Ohio is truly an experience of the new and old for me.  The parish I intend to join overlooks the campus of the school where my father once taught and my sister has now joined the faculty.  I even went skating for the first time in about 12 years over the weekend; I used to skate every day during hockey season.  Now I find that my feet and legs no longer move fluidly on ice without my thinking about what they are doing.  I am hopeful that the practice of my faith will not also atrophy until prayer become a strange activity.  I don’t believe that my new parish has a retreat program anything like Emmaus, but if it does I certainly won’t by juking and jiving past the men in the red rose adorned white shirts.  My bloom is in serious need of some fertilizer.

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