Day Eighty-Three, Sassy on a Saturday Night

I'm not sassy, that's not what I'm saying, it's everybody else. No, no I jest, I just thought all the words in the title went well together. Really everyone is tucked into bed as I write this, and seeing as I slept through most of the last show we watched together, as a family, I guess I'm ready for bed too. First I must catalog a few things.

First, I have noticed the TR and I tend to put off projects we really need to get done for things that should get done but don't have to take a priority. Why is that? I do not know, probably because we fear that they will prove too difficult or take too long, so we refocus our attention to things that we believe we can accomplish more easily, even if they don't have as much impact on our lives. I have noticed that I am always ready to buy supplies for a project, though most of the time I don't complete that same project. Moving on, second, I was just telling a parent from ex-work that Mr. D hadn't contacted me about returning to work, and speak of the devil, Mr. D texted me as I was leaving the barn. Hmmm what does this mean? I suppose that I have a little more negotiating power, since I am not that interested in going back to what I left. I realized (some time ago during this 'leave' and again very strongly today) that I am very happy in my life. That I enjoy what I do and even though I feel guilty that I am not contributing enough, I am so grateful for the chance to explore what my life can be and what direction I want it to move in. Also for the chance to have ladies lunches, which I love.

Housekeeping accounting for the day: dishes, check, laundry, check, Mr. Dashell haircut, check, taking Primo to Tiffany's so he can buy his first girlfriend a christmas present (with his own money), check. It was a full day with enough time to sit and enjoy a little quiet time. We went to a Literary Arts reading, which was mandatory, and a little painful. Thank goodness Prima wasn't reading, she would have outshone all the other students with their strange angsty writing and they would have felt even worse than they seem to already. That is so mean, I shouldn't say that about them. I realized that the problem with their writing is that it is over-descriptive. There is so much flowery language, that I get lost in the first sentence after the sixteenth description.

Okay, I am driveling on, it is definitely time for bed. Goodnight!!!

Stumpy Joe