No, IC, not a tease... just doing the BB a huge favor. There's nothing WORSE in my opinion than amateur BAD poetry, unless it's amateur BAD songwriting. It's just something I'm having fun with. I've always kept a journal, but my journals have been like this BB, analytical, questioning, very intellectual, mind-oriented. I'm experimenting with just spontaneously urping out anything that occurs to me. It's very hard for me, because I've always looked for the "good grade." Even when I'm alone, I'm looking for the nod from the teacher. It's a good exercise.
Today (sorry, yankees) it's sunny with a bright blue sky, about 70 degrees outside... I have the windows and doors open, breeze blowing through the house, doggies and kitties going in and out at will, nice music on, puttering in the kitchen, doing laundry, getting ready to make my wonderful scrumptious beans... just nesting. In the past I always felt my nesting didn't count unless I was nesting for someone else, too, but that's not the way I'm thinking these days... I feel the opposite of homeless.
Today (sorry, yankees) it's sunny with a bright blue sky, about 70 degrees outside... It was 55 yesterday and only got down to 39f last night, but it was 11+f not too long ago.
The doors open, the breeze blowing through the house, sounds relaxing.
Lil, I am so happy to read that post. Finally, you have achieved peace of mind and acceptance after attempting to fix things for so long. You've been running on empty for a long time now, since the death of your H. The break has indeed been a blessing.
Your bf, whom I will now call TS ( well, you said he looks like Tom Selleck) is going to be going through a lot of changes as his mother's illness progresses. Resist the need to steer the ship: Remain in passenger mode, where you can go about exploring the ship, admiring the view of life, etc. ( Well, at least it isn't an animal or food metaphor). Think of TS as a fellow passenger, who not only provides companionship, but who can cook and build shelves and such as well! And it does not hurt that he is handsome ( a 4 has to think of these things, lol).
Who knows where this ship may eventually head, anyway...allow yourself the freedom to enjoy and have FUN! ( But not too much moving around fun just yet until the ankle is stronger).
Ummmm... I just took the sheets out of the package to wash them. They are heavenly... 650 thread count and a pale buttercream color. They FEEL like buttercream, too. Soooo soft and smooth.
And you know what else??? I'm going back to sleeping on the side of the bed where I always used to sleep. I've always slept on the right side (as you lie in bed on your back). When I met bf, he said he always slept on the right side, so I changed. I didn't mind, because for one thing, I wanted a configuration that was different from the past... especially when we slept in my bed at my house. But now-- I'm going back, and the doggies (who have been sleeping on the right) will just have to move over to the left!
Lil, Thank you ( and a collective you) for allowing me the gift of bringing the prayers/wishes/ sentiments to the Wall. It was something incredibly special for me. I was really awed by Jerusalem...I'll have to write you more about it in e-mail.
Bf called from next door and asked me to come over for dinner. So we sat outside and ate sausage and tortillas and listened to the coyotes and wild hogs. The stars were fantastic, as he only has one small light outside. He's sleeping there tonight and keeping the dogs. He invited me to come for breakfast; he's making cinnamon rolls.
This is great!! The best "breakup" I ever had!
Can't wait to shower and crawl into my new buttercream sheets.
You gonna stay wrapped up in them sheets all day or what? Oh that's right...fresh made cinnamon rolls in the nice WARM weather.....{bitch} Oh nothing Lil, just talking to myself
