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What Are You Thinking Of Right Now?

I’m thinking about my mother and how horrific her childhood must have been. It’s the first time I’ve looked at her behavior as a defense rather than an attack. Oh how I wish little me could have understood this. I’m thinking we will both come to terms with this and find a good place before the last breath.

I also think going back fills me with dread.
 
I eventually came to the realization that my mother was just a damaged person herself, trying her best to work through her own childhood trauma. She passed down some undesirable traits. I forgave her... unfortunately, it was after her last breath.
 
I was with her right until the end, tho!
I was her caretaker (with help from my wife and one of my brother's.) We got along fine and she had a peaceful end. But we always had a combative relationship. I didn’t figure it out until after she was gone.
 
One of the best days I have had in a while. Went to coffee with a few friends, then Peter took me to my favorite winery for a lovely tasting. It was 82 degrees!!! We had the place almost to ourselves. Then I actually got myself a pizza. Haven't had one in almost a year. Not a bad way to celebrate another turn around the sun. I'm off to bed. Night all.
 
I’m thinking my niece arrives Saturday and that this next caretaker in the latest series may actually work out. I think I am beginning to worry for my step-mother who will be 93 in April, I’d really like to find a kind middle aged woman with a dog to move into the cottage.

The isolation of old age is something I had not thought about before.
 
The POWER, I had once, , ,
Knowledge is fleeting, never stagnant.
How to share it, , ,
Proclaim it from the roof tops, sneak it in text, leave little hints, last resort, :deadhorse
or, just serve it up.
I did this,
And the following post went nutz,

Just How do we keep this going, forevers, , ,
 
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I'm thinking the kids will be traumatized for life.


In a scene straight from a horror movie, a babysitter in Kansas was checking for "monsters" to reassure a scared child — and discovered a man hiding under the child's bed.
 
This state sucks. Looking to get out
Been there, done that, still have the tee shirt. Found out that no matter where I went, there I was. The grass only looked greener because it's astroturf. Found out thy neighbor's wife is very high maintenance.

Sisyphus has a lesson to teach. 'It's all uphill.'
 
I am thinking the purge has gotten to the point where it is really stressing. So much family stuff that I just cannot justify to keep. :(

Did BookFace Market place over the weekend. All Gone.
GrandFather clock that was a 20th anniversary present to my parents
Piano (went to a good home)
Refridge
Curio Cabinet
3 deer heads
Mounted Swordfish

Other mounted fish went to a friend of my Dad's for his barn in Oregon
At least my oldest boy took the CooCoo Clock that hung in his Great Grandmothers house and he is getting the Pool Table and a Tarpon mount too. Both sons cleaned out so much 9er stuff. I am sure their wives were :rolleyes
 
Just found out I lost a close friend to a motorcycle accent on a trip to Morocco. I'm alternately numb and devastated.
Damn...that's a fucked up way to ruin what I was thinking...

Plus...Numbness and Devastation because your friend acquired a new accent in Morocco?

daventura feels sad and amused because spelling counts...
 
I am thinking progress. Always make progress.
Always find good moments in life. That always makes life worth living.
Here's my take...

I read that last line 6 times...
Each time my mind said..."That ALMOST makes..."

I am so grateful for barf...I've made great connections here and I truly love you all.

:teeth
 
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