March 15, 2015

I was up until 3 last night.  I had such a blast listening to the Hairbands and working on my pennant banner.  It was a trip back in time and I loved it.  The 2 cups of coffee had me going for a bit, so I read world news and became super angry at issues I cannot do anything about.  I finally fell asleep and thought I would sleep longer, but no, after 5 hours, I was up.   That’s ok – more time to accomplish.

I had a list of things I needed to get down, but of primary importance was my paperwork for group – not that it necessarily will count as I keep learning…, so naturally I got started on  housework.  Laundry, dishes, kitchen.  I noticed someone (i think it's Mabi) is peeing on the carpet again.  I think it is her way of getting back at me.  I .get.so.frustrated.  Seriously – I walked 2 miles with them last night through meth-infested cooking areas.   I CANNOT SPEND 24 HOURS ON HOURS ON THAT DOG.     

After I got enough chores down I was excited to get to Lizzie.  Even though the window is down, it doesn’t mean she is broken – just more wind through my hair.  That engine started right up with a powerful “GOOD MORNING!!!  LET’S DO THIS!!!” and after I’d moved the Mazda, I backed her out and, with the Grateful Dead playing, I headed on down the road.  There is a completely different sense of Being in a Westy – Life is slower, my thoughts take a back seat, and I enjoy the ride.  I focus on the Here and Now and I smile a helluva lot.  I notice people waving at me, so I smile even bigger and wave right back.  I returned the gas grill I bought last night (wth did I do that?  I have a 2 burner stove) and was going to buy an auxiliary battery, but decided at the last minute to go by Auto Zone and ask.  Turns out the guy who helped me had 3 last 60s VW Bugs and knows the engines.  He gave me SO many helpful hints and instead of buying a battery, I only need a terminal, which I’ll go back for when they get their smaller ones in.  Then I headed to HD to get things for the sink.  In plumbing, I’m not so good, so I was lost, despite the young man telling me I “just need this and this.”  Turns out I didn’t and the cashier at the return center called over Rob, the customer my young man was helping.  Rob is an experienced plumber and he showed me what I needed and what to do.  I almost succeeded, too, except the threading is off.  I am understanding what they meant by “being patient”, because what I need is fairly simple, only…it is always off by “this much.”  No big deal.  Everything will work.

I went to purchase some decorations for Hipnic.  I am seeing a fantastic area this year and am quite excited.  I have another inflatable sofa, still in its box, and thing a nice umbrella shade would be nice, as well.  I have plans…definite plans.  Hope Life agrees.  I headed up to Ethan’s friend’s house to pick him up.  Ethan like steh van – when it is just us.  I think he will have a blast with it once I get it rolling the way I wish and we get to head off in the wild blue yonder to Adventure, but for now, his mom is embarrassing the hell out of him and he won’t sit up front with me.  Now Maggie?  My mini-hippie?  She’s all over it.  Lets’ remember that Ethan is more my Led zeppelin kid and prefers sleek and cool, where Mags is my Deadhead kid.  I appreciate the variety.  We headed off to celebrate his Birthday dinner, it was very low-key, which is just his style, off to pick up some salad for me and then home.  

  

Here I presented him with books from Maggie (and me) that he is infatuated with.  I was so happy to see the smile on his face.  It is kinda tough with this good doing things on the down-low.  No big anything.  For those of you that know me,(which is all of you), I LOVE celebrating and singing and laughing and BEING (though then I need to scurry away into my private place for some alone time to regroup).  This kid is different.  That is totally ok and it is perfect because I have always taken the opposite road so I can experience something different.  This one was presented to me without my having to choose a road to take.  

Pictures: No - the condoms aren't for me or my kids, I am bringing a book and the prophylactics to the group to demonstrate; My sleep boy; The craft results from last night.  When Ethan saw them he laughed and said,"You're such a hippie."  Huh??