I think I am starting to get my groove on. Can it be? At long last? Or am I getting suckered into a false lull? There is a part of me that wants so desperately to just sit back and enjoy this moment of peacefulness before the next storm hits, but then there is the other part of me, the part that REALLY knows what's going on, that says you better keep your left up so that you don't take one to the head and go down for the count.
Why is it so damn hard for me to just relax and enjoy the good times?! I mean, hell, I know they aren't going to last. I know that I am going to have to deal with the crap soon enough, so I should just take a little breather and just enjoy this moment and reprieve while I can. Why then, is it so difficult for me? Why is it so unnatural for me?
I guess this is one of those things that I am going to have to work on myself about. (THIS could be tough.)
Okay then, this has been a good day.
I got to sleep in late...sort of. I mean, I started to get up early and go to a department meeting this morning at 07:30, but then decided, "screw it...I will go to the 7:30 p.m. meeting...roll over and go back to sleep", and I did! It was great. In many ways, it was even better because it was almost like a form of rebellion.
Then I had breakfast with my loving husband, and we had a nice visit. We played with our puppies, Tegan and Tarren, and then, before I left to go and get my hair done, I booked our flights to Ireland for this coming May.
We found flights to Ireland that were cheaper than they have been being and that would be able to have my best friend, John Clod, able to fly in from New Mexico for cheaper AND to be able to join up with us where we can all fly together. How cool was that?! I was also able to reserve us a SUV at the airport in Dublin for when we land, for the week that we will be there.
I called John Clod, told him what days to schedule for, and then set about my tasks for the day. I even ordered books on driving tours for Ireland and Scotland and contacted a travel agent for suggestions for the dates we will be there.
So...it is a start. We should be leaving just about the time the boys will be leaving to go back to Texas for the summer, so I won't have to be here for that (IF they go).
September is always a tough month for my mother and me, but I am fighting it.
The first was the anniversary of Ralph's (my step-father...that I loved so very, very, very much...even more than my own father in many ways) death. The sixth was my biological father's birthday, and the 15th would have been my parent's anniversary.
I called to check on my mother and she was doing good. I was glad. I wish she lived closer to me, but maybe it just isn't meant to be. Who knows? Seems like every time we get so close, something messes it up. Destiny? I just don't know. Everything happens for a reason, though.
Another good thing has happened. Pat got his boat. That means he will finally be able to go fishing in the places he has wanted to go for so long, and do it safer. He's wanted a bigger boat since about a year after we got together, probably longer. I'm not real keen into getting overly hot or sweaty, and with my fair skin, certainly not into getting too much sun, but I'll fish with him and may even get Desiree to go with us sometimes to go diving while he fishes. He has several guys that are just aching to go fishing with him though, and I think it will be good for him to get out with them and go, and now he has a safer boat to do it with. It is a pretty boat too. I think the grandsons will like it too.
We went to dinner tonight at a new restaurant, Couchon, and it was very enjoyable.
Yeah, it was a good day.
