December 10, 2015

Vivid happy dreams…the kind you never want to end, even though they’re about something ridiculous, like really shiny stairs.  There was no pressure this morning, no early client, no kids to school, so I lingered in that bed.  Flannel sheets are kind of like heaven: the warm little flannel-fingers give you hugs all the time.  Maybe I should move to Oregon and meet one of those Hipster guys who wears flannel all the time.

I was supposed to get things accomplished today – get this house into SHAPE.  Instead, I half-assed it and got a few books shelves organized, I went into the garage and did something minuscule in there.  Mostly I enjoyed the fact that it has been gloomy and rainy and BEAUTIFUL almost every day I have been here.  I am hoping there is a correlation between me living in the home and overcast days.  Somewhere in there, I did yoga and the stretching was better and more and longer. I am saying a silent prayer for muscle memory (esp. abdominal muscle memory).

After not accomplishing as much as I had hoped I would, I got dressed in my jeans and my super snappy purple Vans and I headed to work.  I wanted to get some paper work finished, but could not since I am still considered suspicious by our network system.  I hate getting new updates/upgrades – shit always goes wrong with me and tech.

I was ever-so-honored to hear from a friend – abut the beginnings of a romance.  I LOVED that so much.  I ABSOLUTELY-100 percently **LOVE** hearing and living vicariously through someone as they experience those heart-flutters.  I hope everything works out well.  I, myself, am kinda sad that  my butterflies are so quiet.  Every once in a while they get momentarily ruffled, but then…long sleep again.  Took Ethan to the check-up and was so PROUD to hear this kid TALKING to the physician.  6 months ago he would barely have looked up and grunted.  Tremendous change and really – my eyes had tears in them from joy.  Just don’t tell him I said that.

He had a basketball tournament today, but before we grabbed something to eat and talked a bit.  He said he had some important thinsg to discuss with me when we had some time, so I knew 20 minutes wouldn’t be long enough, but he is not wanting to go to Switzerland.  I didn’t push anything because when it comes down to it, if I shell out thousands to have my degrees recognized there and go to all this effort, there isn’t an option to stay here.  We will try it for a period of time, 1—2 years.  At the game, I talked to L about needing his input and support.  He mentioned how he would have loved the opportunity, so I gently reminded him I gave him the chance but he’d mentioned not wanting to re-learn electrical (Europe is 240 and US is 120).  He then added the language factor.  There are tons of English speaker!  I said…  “I didn’t hear anybody when we were there…”.  .  He spoke with Ethan tonight and said he seems a bit better, told him I’d need his help.  Yes, of course I will.  I’ll need both my kids to help me. 

Pic 'n Flick: The sky had this horrid BLUE in it for a minute today, but thankfully not at my house; my Duraflame Crackleflame on steroids.   

Huh.  Just realize that had I not gone out again, I would have 22 years sober today instead of 11, but I ain't complainin'.