… and that’s A-Okay! I’m taking a leisurely pace today. And I am doing stuff but maybe not in the order I originally planned. I am haphazardly checking things off (never cross off) the eternal to-do list while making a revised to-do list using a tried and true method from Organizing for Success a class I took at my employer of choice! The company I work for is the best! Hands down! And I work in the BEST department within said company. Pinch me y’all I must be dreaming.
I am as happy as I ever get, waiting for the shoe to drop because that is how we anxiety ridden type A’s roll. Occasionally we let loose and Paint with a Twist in which for me anyway I shed my perfectionist ways and go for it! Very cool as this letting my freak flag fly is a new coping mechanism for moi. Artsy creative stuff with writing being included in that category is a release where I allow perfection to float away with the wind. Screw you perfection, you elusive bastard; you are overrated anyway.
My friend and I painted these last night.
Of course the one you like best is mine. Just kidding. One of us had professional help and I’m not saying who, Wink, wink! If you think they’re the same picture, you might just be day drinking. Which is what Pony said to me when I told him what my friend and I planned to do.
I’ve heard of that place, it’s where you go to paint and day drink.
Doh! Lol! No day drinking for me. Not when I am driving anyways.
You see I called Pony and asked him to reach out of his dad aka Big B squared. B and I made an offer on some hunting land and the sellers said no. We made a counter offer and have not heard back but won’t matter because when we crunched the numbers the second offer is too steep. When I left yesterday evening, I was worried about B. He’s sad y’all. Pretty pitiful.
But, a silver lining shined through. This quest for a patch of God’s green earth to call our own has bonded us together just like all the other obstacles we’ve lived through. And, considering the other obstcales were way worse, we’re not so bad off.
I found out, Pony is B’s best friend. Well besides me. You really can be friends with your ADULT children. Once they are grown everything changes. I hadn’t realized how close they were until Friday night when I heard them talking on the phone. BEFORE our offer was declined … when we still thought it’d go through. B was telling Pony all about our day and the place! I didn’t even need to hear both sides. The love and respect were palpable.
After the decline, I gently nudged Pony to make contact and watch out for his old man while I was out gallivanting. Pony is as broken up as I am about the whole thing. Champagne problems for sure. I am not looking for sympathy unless it is with the Devil and of the Rolling Stones variety. Rock on with ur bad selves. What a glorious day!!!!