July 1, 2013
I know I’ve been a bit absent here of late.
My empathic self needs a disconnect every now and then.
To release and regroup.
I don’t know,
just how my freak nature works.
I’ve learned to roll with it.
I’ve been mowing today,
prepping the grounds for another showing tomorrow.
Picked up some new funky junk the last couple of weekends,
my youngest son helped me to place it all in the gardens.
Ate some apple sauce.
Washed the doggie blankets.
Took photos of a tiny frog that was hanging out with the pepper plants.
Now I am going to play scrub woman and clean my shower.
My Hunky keeps pushing towards having a cleaning service come in once a week.
I don’t know that I am ready for that, yet.
It’s a pride thing.
I’m a doer.
We skipped church yesterday.
I had no desire to be around the peoples
with this scowl on my face,
that constipation scowl.
You know I tell you everything.
What I think you can handle.
You tough folk,
you can handle my poop talk.
It’s one of the reasons I love you so much.
Which reminds me.
I’m pretty sure OBL did not post a photo of her toilet.
In all fairness, she’s been pretty busy with hamster business.
She has posted her toilet.
Repeat, she has posted her toilet.
Anyway, we headed towards Tulsa to look at another property.
instead of singing with the angels.
I sang with the angels in the truck.
And I sang with Skillet, too.
you’re killing me slow,
but I ain’t ready to die.
tonight get ready for a fight
…circus for a psycho
Take that crohn’s.
The desert, she still calls.
I just don’t know if I am ready to answer.
So hard to leave what you love,
even if you love the thing calling.
It cooled off quite a bit today.
So I am watering my garden now instead of tonight,
since we are looking at another property near Ada.
That’s all I got for you.
Thank God for tiny frogs.