● I awoke early, yet eventually realized this is my one day
to sleep in. <note: I JUST realized
that I sound like an ass. I have "slept
in" for 8 weeks, only needing to get up “early” for 3 days. I humbly beg your forgiveness). After delightful coffee, I got busy on the La
Bodega website and invited mostly Midland folks, but a few others to “like” the
page. There are so many restaurants
opening up in Midland and LB doesn’t have the luxury of being a chain, so I’m
going to do what I can here to help stir up some business. I’ll talk to my bro-in-law about running
specials, etc. I also communicated with beautiful Traci, who is doing an amazing job losing weight. This is how successful I was in following her direction: I made it through breakfast. Mags grilled for lunch and later we made apple-pie. I suck.
● It was time to get to homework. The weekend has been a busy one, an
overwhelming one in many ways. Homework had been put to the side. On a bright side, I
added another DSM diagnosis to my resume. <grin> I think I’ve added most of these and am surprised they let me out into the public. <wicked grin> I heard singing, that beautiful voice which
is reminiscent of the story I read as a child, of Florence Nightingale singing,
and a man hearing her as he passed by her home.
Camille must be Nightingale reborn. <3 I peeked out the door and she and her mother
beckoned me to come over, yet I sadly declined..knowing how much I needed to
do. I was also shocked to notice
Annie. That girl is about ready to go
crazy in trying to find a man-dog: she
is swollen up so bad that she’d make a baboon proud. Holy god, someone get me the puppy pads and wrap that shit UP!!!
● I needed to go pick Ethan up from his overnight and did so. He had a great deal of fun, but…stuff was said which made him question his friendship with another boy. I was very proud that he came home and immediately borrowed my iPhone to ask the mother about the truth. Seems my quiet little introvert will stand up for himself after all on matters that are important to him. I was very proud. <heart beaming>
● Little Mags-a-roni wanted to make apple pie (“Moooo-mmyyyyy…the
apples will be all bad if we don’t do it now”), so I found Dr. Demento on
Spotify (since the YouTube vids are blocked) and revisited Traci Lohmann’s house
when I was about 9. The neat (sad??)
thing is I recalled the lyrics without issue, which leads me to believe that those years are the times
to learn the “real” things you’ll need to know throughout your life, because ya
just don’t seem to forget them.
● I noticed Camille sitting outside and walked over to spend
some time with her. It is so nice,
sitting under the cotton-candy clouds as the honey sun set. It also made me
grateful to have the life I have: no strained relationships, no stressing
uncertainties. I lead a simple life
which I’ve created myself and I’m proud.
I rely on no other human (I get minimal child support, so though it is
helpful, it isn’t a do-or-die part of my life) and hope to finish school to create
an even better life for my tribe. I feel
so damn Martha Stewart when I say this (and I never watched that show, but I
know this was her tag line), but it really is a good thing.
Picture: Breyer's vanilla ice-cream with our homemade apple pie
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