Hi! I’m at my folks once again and in little while we are going to eat. Then we will be playing beauty shop and taking care of some foot care for the folks. So how is life going folks? Are you all happy and well? I am doing pretty good. On my second day off and enjoying it. I went shopping yesterday and bought a pair of shorts to show off my big fat dead chicken colored legs. Actually more for the coolness, but what heck and of course a new t-shirt. And after my visit with my folks I will be going home and cleaning a bit more. A little at a time. One pile at a time.
Question when you were a kid did you drink right from the kitchen faucet? Do you ever do that now? I did that the other day because I was being lazy and didn’t want to dirty a glass. I realized I don’t hardly do that anymore. Is it because I have lots of glasses? Is it because the sink at home is filled with dirty dishes? Is it because my boobs and belly get in the way? Probably a combo of all three. But for a minute I was a kid again!
Okay so hear it goes. Life has been frickin crazy and I have been working my butt off. Why? Because that’s just what I have taught myself to do. Hours available? Mine, mine and all mine. Stupid? You bet your ass. But I think God has put a couple of signs up and I’m supposed to slow down. What signs? The fluid in the lungs, the weight gain and probably the hardest for me to mention… I have been working so much I forgot my dad’s birthday. I didn’t even realize it until I talked to my mom. A little more then a year ago I was so concerned that I might lose him and now I miss a fucking birthday. How does a person do that?
So I talked it over with the people in my life and they had lots of great wisdom. The best was, “It’s great to want to pay the bills, but you can’t kill yourself or ignore the people you love. Work to live, not live to work.” Okay so I’m going to try. I turned down over time this weekend and so I have Friday and Saturday off. One day at a time right? Find stuff to do that I enjoy again right? Taking some advice from the little train that could, “I think I can.”