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'.
No comments:
Post a Comment