Small-scale Stockholm syndrome

[wiseheart]

I strongly suspect that's what I'm having right now. On the one hand, I keep yammering that I never get any further than the grocery shop at the corner (because the dentist so don't count!) and that cabin fever is killing me. On the other hand, there are days when even going down to the grocery shop at the corner seems an enormous task that is beyond my strength to manage. I've been postponing doing so for two days already. *sigh*

That said, I did leave the house today, but not voluntarily. Mum declared her wish to go for a walk, while I was in the middle of my craft project - fortunately one without a deadline - so we went. I'm glad she's willing to do so, she needs the exercise to keep up her strength (such as it is in these days), but I really, really didn't want to go. If I continue like this I'll become a hermit, soon.

My dishcloth or pot cloth or whatever the correct name is, is almost done. I've lined the two pieces of cloth, quilted it, added a little felt flower for decoration and a small loop to hung it up with, and seamed one of the four sides with blanket stitch. The originally more or less rectangular object has no an... interesting outline because the fabric stretched out rather creatively while I worked on it, but it will do well enough for our kitchen. And it means that I've saved a piece of Mum's favourite gown from the rubbish bin, so it's good.

We ate leftovers and watched crap telly, and then decided to take a nap. Only that I couldn't sleep for some reason (I usually can, at any given time of the day), so I called Erna, our art teacher and an old friend since 1995, and we talked quite a bit. It was very nice. She's never at school when I get in on Tuesday afternoon, so we had a lot of catching up to do.

Oh, and I forgot to mention yesterday that I added the last finished chapter to "The Book of Mazarbul" on SoA. I was so pleased that lindelea dropped me a comment for the previous one, perhaps somebody else will rediscover the story as well. *fingers crossed*

Comments

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

{{{hugs}}} You can do this!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

As the plumber said when I asked how he could bear the noise going with his work: "it helps that I have no choice".

[lindahoyland.livejournal.com]

It is all too easy to feel going out is too much trouble but I usually feel better when I do

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Me, too.

[elwenlj.livejournal.com]

I leave the house very rarely nowadays. That's partly because the clothes I wear around the house are not the kind you wear outdoors, and I can't be bothered getting changed. It's also because I just don't want to be bothered with all the hassle of buses etc.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Yeah, putting on "proper" clothes is the worst part of it. But I actually like to go to places, to meet people... I've just grown too tired in the last three or four years.

[noadvertising.livejournal.com]

Wow! So you created a commemorative pot cloth!

The thing with the hermit has to be age-related- same here!

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I have! Check out the next post, there's a picture!

[meathiel]

I think Stockholm Syndrome means something else.
But I do get what you mean. *hugs*

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I know it's something more serious. But I am captured in the house by Mum's condition, and while I mentally rebelled against it at first, I've gotten so used to it that now I have a hard time to bring up the will to leave.

[mirasaui.livejournal.com]

I am definitely becoming a hermit. It is hard to leave the house as my husband is disabled, I feel really guilty going out and worry about him being by himself. But, I do get stir crazy, so have to go out sometimes! I hope your malaise (is that the right word?) is from the change of season or just plain exhaustion, and that you will recover soon.

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

I think it's a weird reaction to almost 4 years of cabin fever...