The Mean Neighbor

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I survived being eaten by a monster during our summer vacation from school. The monster lives three doors down from Grandma. I really thought I was lunch for sure! You see, it happened like this:

Dick, Maggie, and I were all out front of Grandma’s house playing stickball when I hit the home run. The only thing is, I made the ball fly high and it ended up in old man Garrett’s window. Mr.Garrett is an evil old man who lives on our block. We are always told by adults to stay away from him. He is some sort of war hero and respect but he is mean and cranky. We played rock-paper-scissors to see who would go to the house and retrieve our ball. Maggie had rock, Dick had rock, and I picked scissors. I lost and was nervous going to the house.

Mr. Garrett lives three doors down from Grandma. You would never know how my feet had lead in them as I was heading to his house. All I kept thinking about was the stories I have been told about him. Did you know he eats children? I didn’t want to find out if that was even true. I kept looking behind me hoping Dick and Maggie would come running up and say, “we will go with you” but they never did. They stood there frozen like popsicles to first base watching me drag my feet all the way to his door.

I finally got to his big, red door. Why his door is red we don’t really know? We think it is stained with the blood of his victims. I told you he eats children, right? Grandma tells me he will eat me for breakfast every time I am bad.

I found myself in his yard. I took a deep breath and decided to run around his house a bit and see if I could find the ball. I went through the gate, looked quickly to both sides of the front lawn, ran to the right side of the house, through the backyard, zigzagging around it looking, and then to the left side of the house, The ball of course, was not in the yard. Ain’t that all a hoot!

I had no choice but to look up and I saw the attic window broken. I know Grandma will want me to take responsibility and will call Dick and Maggie’s parent to help pay for it, but I have to give him the information and retrieve our ball. I walked up the three front porch steps, saw the door bell, and pushed it.

The bell rang loudly inside and I could hear Mr. Garrett coming to the door. He was screaming, “Hold on to your damn britches. I am coming.” I did tell you he was mean, cranky, and ate children, I did, right? My heart started beating wildly in my chest. I could really feel it. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest and run away from Mr. Garrett as much I did.

Mr. Garrett opened the door. He looked puzzled at first until he looked down and saw me, his next meal! I gulped. “Well what do you want?” he screamed at me.

“Our ball hit your window and we would like it back. I can give you Grandma’s number and we will pay for the window.” I said softly barely getting it out.

“What’s that?” he said. “You need to speak up. I can’t hear mumbling.” He peered at me like a hawk eyeing the mouse on the ground.

I repeated what I said. I am not sure if it came out exactly the same. I actually had to repeat it twice before he caught on. Finally he squinted his eyes at me and shoved me from the doorway. He walked down the three steps and looked up. His face got really red and he stomped up the stairs and back into his house screaming about today’s society of children and words no one should ever hear or say. He came back to the door with my ball and said, “You will get this back when your Grandma calls me to arrange payment for my window.” I blinked and said, “ok.” I turned and walked toward the gate. Once I reached the gate, I hurriedly opened it and ran. I ran like I was being chased by a giant T-Rex. I couldn’t wait to get back to Dick and Maggie.

I had to go tell Grandma. She wasn’t very happy with the three of us nor with Mr. Garrett. She called Dick’s mom and then Maggie’s. The three of them met up and went to Mr. Garrett’s home. They came back with our ball.

And that is how I survived being eaten by the monster who lived three doors down from Grandma.

Happy Halloween from Emerald Nose!

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This one doesn’t look as scary as the original. I do wish I could find a program that would let me really create great pictures for holidays. Everything has gone to apps including windows 10 and I can’t find anything to make great pics with. Anyway, here is the original and if (that is a big IF) I can get Mr. Nose to sit still for 5 seconds I might be able to get a photo of him for you as well.

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Pretty scary kitten huh?

Oh have you heard about the asteroid that will pass Earth today that is really a dead comet? If not then click here. Interesting story and a video. It looks like a skull in sky.

How is that for the latest Nose News?

A Final Stab at Writing for Class Now Onto the Future

This next month I will be finishing up all the Writing 101 emails I missed writing. I have a few I am still working on. I hope to get them done soon. I will put them with the Writing 101 tag so you can still read them.

This next month I will be adding some short stories I have been working on. I hope to get all my stories done by the end of October. I am not signed up for a new class yet but I hope to get one in this month as well. Maybe I will retake Writing 101.

This next month I will be looking for a new office for my business, bringing the baby ferals down to the shelter, selling more eggs, and finishing my fall cleaning schedule. I have my cleaning broken down for less stress but a clean house.

This next month I will be renewing my massage license and insurance. There is so much to do in this next month. I even have Halloween to plan.

This next month I hope to see everyone again. I hope your blogs stay strong and your writing stays fresh. I will miss you all and I thank you all for the feedback and love.

I need some help for Day 17

I am not sure which one I should write up for Day 17’s assignment on Writing 101. Please vote. I have both in a draft form and I can limit the words. There are only two that I have. The other isn’t available. I don’t know why that is showing up. I tried to fix it. Just one of the two.

From the Newsdesk of Emerald Nose

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Breaking News:

My crazy brother has now made flyers for his new “business”! Do you see me rolling my eyes at him? My mom, Ruby, and my dad, Topaz, are both behind him opening up his detective agency. Can you imagine? At least I will have more news for you like when he breaks his legs or when he gets beat up by some idiot he is investigating.

I promised my mom that I would put out the news. If you have a small case for him, you can contact him anytime.

And since I promised my parents I would promote his newest endeavor, here is his ridiculous flyer.

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That is the latest, breaking news.

TaTa

Em

Memoir of Lillian Sarah Beseau

The brisk, cold air of winter filled my lungs as I walked out of the door into some freedom for the day. I got up early so all my chores would be done by 8 am. I promised my best friend Gertie I would be at the ice rink early today. My mother wasn’t going to allow me to leave but my dad got between us and said I could go.
I dressed warmly since last night we ended up with over 6 inches of fresh snow. I throw my ice skates over my shoulder and walk out our front door into the icy winter air. The ice rink is over a mile from my house maybe even two miles. It is a long walk to get there but so worth it.
I think of skating all the way to the rink. I love to twirl and twirl in circles. I love to hold my leg straight out and spin around the ice. We all show off our moves out there. I secretly hope a boy I like will be there so I can ice dance with him again. Waltzing on ice is not as easy as some think.
It is cold walking to the rink but I love looking at the way ice forms on the trees. It is so pretty. It looks like a Christmas card. The brilliance of the ice and the shapes it creates on the branches are like fancy art. I like seeing my breath coming out of my mouth like smoke. It is so cold my breath is freezing on my walk to the ice rink. I can’t wait to see Gertie. I can’t wait to talk to her.
I finally arrive. It has been a long walk. I sit on a snow bank and remove my warm boots. Good thing I have wool socks. I put on my ice skates and lace them up high. You need to make sure your laces are tight before you get on the rink. I notice Gertie talking to a boy.
She turns around and then notices me lacing up my skate. “Come on. Let’s go. You are so slow today.” she says to me with that smile of hers. “I’m getting it. Hold on.” I get it laced up tight and out to the ice I go. Gertie and I skate around the rink, hold hands, and spin. It is so much fun. We twirl in circles going faster and faster on one foot. It is like ballet dancing and we both pretend we are ballerinas.
Then Gertie looks to the side of the rink. “Oh no Lil. You are never going to believe who showed up.” “Who?” “Don’t look.” “Who?” I said getting angrier. ” Oh my, it is Elmer Walsh and his big bear coat.” Gertie starts laughing up a storm. She knows how much Elmer likes me and I like Elmer but I sure don’t want to date him. He always looks funny in his big bear coat and he stutters when he talks. Not saying he isn’t a nice guy but not really my type.
He sees me and skates over to Gertie and I. “Hello Lil. Enjoying sk-sk-skating?” He stutters everything. Gertie and I roll our eyes and giggle. “Yes Elmer we are enjoying skating.” Gertie and I take off on him and skate around the rink several more times. Elmer goes off and talks to other girls. There are a couple of girls who really like him and think he is the greatest, but not me.
Gertie and I both have afternoon chores waiting for us and supper soon. We go over to the snow bank and remove our skates. “Well, maybe I will see you tomorrow.” Gertie says to me. “Maybe. But It won’t be this early. I know my mother will have extra chores for me. My dad step in and she hates it when he does. That means I will have more to do tonight when I get home and tomorrow.” “I hope to see you anyway, Lil.” she says. We walk up to where we have to split to go home, hug, and say our goodbyes.
I take in all the winter beauty as I continue my walk home alone. I dread getting there. I day dream about all the fun I had at the ice rink today. I dream about doing the perfect spin. I dream that I am a ballerina on ice and I have an audience applauding me.  I know mother will have a ton of work for me to do immediately. I will have to get supper on the table because I know mother will be extremely mad. At least for a few hours, I was able to be a free woman with no work.

My Boring Day

The reason I was at my LiveJournal blog is day 14’s assignment. It reminded me of my English class I took while I was going through the hard times in 2009. My husband left me for an 18 year old, and not any 18 year old, but his friend’s daughter. We met her when she was 12 and just 6 years later she destroyed my marriage. I took to college because I was a mess. The emotional turmoil is something I won’t be able to give you right now. It was bad and I needed something to help me stay focused so college it was. I called it My Boring Day since I couldn’t come up with an excellent title. Our job was to write about a day in our life and to take it for the whole 24 hours; then we had to cut it down with help from our classmates. This piece made them all cry and they had a hard time helping me cut it down to the right size.  Without further adieu, here is my English piece that goes perfectly with our Writing 101 assignment!

MY BORING DAY

The alarm rings it is 6 a.m.

I press down on the off button and arise. I look to where you usually are and the memories flood back. I start the coffee and take a shower. I love the smell of fresh brewed coffee.  As I get out of the shower, I call to you. I say out loud, ‘Will you make me a cup?’ Then I remember your gone.

I proceed to wake the girls from their slumber.  As they ready for school, I clean and cook breakfast.  As we ready to leave for the bus, I look at the bed one more time. Normally you would be there. Lying there and smiling pretending to be asleep.

Its 7:15, time to walk down to the bus.  I walk out the door into a morning of orange and pink sky and start walking down the dirt road to the mailboxes where the bus comes. I see them off.  I tell myself with every step back to the house that this is a start to a new day and yesterday doesn’t matter anymore.

It is 7:30. I start cleaning up after the breakfast. At least it’s nothing sticky this time. The girls sure do enjoy maple syrup way too much. I am thinking we need to buy them a farm and I go to say something to you and remember you’re not here.

It is time to do some more cleaning, for it is such a great distraction, and I prepare my first cup of coffee for the day.  I put on some music I like mixture of Duran Duran and several others to clean the house by. I make sure it is upbeat because lately the slow stuff makes me cry.

Kitchen is always the first place to clean for I am already in it. The smell of bleach is always in this house but I swear it is the only way to combat these cats. Who knew 3 female cats could smell so much? They really need to stop going to the bathroom because it smells like something died.  I catch myself several times starting to say something to you, but then I realize you are gone.

I take my cup of coffee and look out the door window. I swear at times I still see you sitting there. You’re not there and I walk to the table to put down my coffee.

I pull the laundry out of the dryer into the basket and walk it back to the bedroom to fold. I leave it at the foot of the bed and go back to pull the laundry from the washer and place it into the dryer.  I go back into the bedroom half expecting most of the clothes folded. They aren’t. They are still at the foot of the bed. There are those feeling again. I fold the clothes and walk back to the table for my coffee. It’s cold now but I drink it anyway.  I finish the whole house by 10 a.m.  Now what?

The phone rings. It’s Laura calling to tell me he has made more threats. “He says he is going to ‘check up’ on the place. We are trying to convince him this is a bad idea.”  She goes on about him and how if he keeps this up we will have to go to a safe house again. I hate those safe houses.  Then she says,’ We are trying to find him a permanent therapist who can make the decision about hospitalizing him or putting him on meds.’ My thoughts are,’ why haven’t you done this yet?’ But I hold my tongue. I should be grateful for just this phone call because she isn’t allowed to tell me anything.  So far all I know is he has a mental illness and that he wants us dead.  Wonderful, I wish I were wealthy.

It’s 10 a.m. I start to read. I am finally on the last book of Harry Potter.  It is such a great distraction, getting into the fantasy of another life. Taking my mind off of what is happening here and now.  I get up to have another cup of coffee.

I do some exercise as if cleaning the house for two and a half hours isn’t enough.  I have to look good now.  Although, I really wish to get fat, because that is what you seem to like.  I keep thinking it would be great to be the little, old, fat woman with all the cats so the children in town can call me crazy. I do research on how to achieve this and find it is caused by loneliness.

Time for more coffee so I prepare another cup. Damn, another fly dies in it. I swear these flies are trying to make my coffee drinking life impossible. I talk to dead flies asking them why they choose to die in my coffee.

I am on the internet anyway, might as well speak to old friends and see what they are doing. Maybe I can get one that lives here in town to go with me for coffee.  No such luck they all have lives.  People are always too busy when someone really needs a distraction from reality.

I look at the television. What the hell? Watching someone else’s problems is a good distraction.  I decide to watch the television.  They are talking about couples breaking up.  I start having thoughts and tears run down my cheeks.

My sister calls. I swear that woman is psychic. She always calls at just the right time. We spend hours talking about her life. How Chris has ballooned to 325 lbs and she won’t have sex with him anymore. How they are fighting. Their marriage is on the rocks and she isn’t sure she wants to stay with him. She thinks she should for the kids’ sake. Withholding her own happiness for them to be with their Father who isn’t only obese but emotionally has checked out on everyone.

I go to take a drink of coffee and discover more dead flies. I tell my sister that the flies hate me and are trying to take away the one enjoyment I have left in life, coffee drinking.  She, of course, laughs and says that it is the CIA bugging my coffee.  I really wonder if it is. Maybe they want to know my conversations with my sister as boring as they are.

It’s 4 p.m. time to walk down to the bus to get the girls. As I step out on the porch I see a pink and purple sky and I look down at the lawn chair you always sit on. I think to myself I should throw it away. It is a very bad reminder of what used to be.

The stray that lives in the shed walks up to me. I am shocked he actually is walking up the steps toward me. He is so beautiful. I wish he would let me pet him but he is feral and doesn’t like people much. He meows at me and I say to him,’ I am walking down to get the girls. Do you want to come?’ He meows and as I take a step forward, he runs. Guess not today.

I walk down that same dirt road. Soon I will know every rock by name. I look to the East and there is the moon in all her glory. She is going to be excellent tonight for she is full. I wish you were still here. It was wonderful having someone to sit on the porch with and look at all the stars in the bright sky.

I check the mail. Nothing. I wonder why I never get any mail. I guess that is better than all the bills I have. I keep paying them though. They are a great distraction. I think about enrolling into school so I can make more money. I really don’t make enough to pay all these bills alone.  Paying bills is so much easier when there are two people instead of one.

I watch for the bus with the sun in my eyes.  The sun sure does like to go down in abundant glory. Big orange ball making sure you know he is there and you won’t see him again for 12 hours. Shining with non verbal words saying, “You see me now. Look at my beauty. You will miss me when I leave. You know you want to look at me. I am blinding with fiery beauty.’ Crazy sun, sure is arrogant.

The bus finally arrives. I like having the girls home. They are a great distraction. We walk back to the house and once we are inside, I take off my shoes and coat to start dinner. After dinner, I clean up the kitchen.  I help them with their homework.  When it is finished, it is time for them to bathe then bed.

Its 7 p. m. so I turn on the telly again to find something to watch and all that is on is stuff you would enjoy. You were more of the telly person. You sure did enjoy your shows.  Now I am just trying to find something for noise. Got to be something.  The girls scream at me to stop. They want to watch whatever this is.

So I go to the computer for the last hour they are awake.  Facebook is great for a distraction and several old friends are on there. An hour of conversation would be nice.

I go to the stove and start the water for tea. I go again to ask you if you would like some and realize you’re not here. As the water is bowling in the black tea pot, I go back to the computer to talk to a friend.

Bobbie and I are having a conversation about 7th grade. She knows me. She knows the distraction of old boyfriends and stupid tricks on teachers will make me laugh. The tea pot sings her spectacular song of being done. I grab my blue tea mug and a bag of Earl Gray. I place the Earl Gray in the mug and wrap the string around the handle. I add honey and water then stir and walk back to Bobbie. She starts to tell me about her business class and what she has to finish for it.

I look at the time and tell the girls they need to go to bed. Wow. Already 8p.m. funny how time flies. Bobbie and I talk more. The sound of the television in the back ground is somewhat annoying but in a way calming. I feel like there are other adults in the house and I am safe.

Bobbie wants to know if I have decided on enrolling in school like she has. I tell her I may. She tells me about Bain having another run over the Tundra. She likes Alaska but she hates the governor. She says Sara Palin sucks and isn’t worth salt. I look up her track record and I have to agree with Bobbie. She doesn’t even like the wolves. Bobbie reminds me of the wolf hybrid her one boyfriend had. That was like the best dog ever. I think only Yoopers like half wolf dogs.

I type to Bobbie,’BRB’ and go retrieve another cup of Earl Gray. I remember Grandma and how she loved to drink this tea too.  You use to drink it with me also. I think to myself, ‘maybe I should change my choice of tea.’ I go back to Bobbie and our conversation. She is getting an A in her business class and has no idea how she is achieving such a grade. ‘Remember when we were in high school,’ she types,’ I couldn’t get anything past a C.’ I laugh and type ‘LOL. No you were too busy with the boys to care.’

Laughing seems so weird but I want to do it. I need to do it. I wonder to myself if I will ever be able to laugh right again. Bobbie types that she has to go to bed. I type,’ Good night.’ And look at the clock.

Finally its 9 p.m., I find Next Gen. I am so excited. Best thing on television. What do you know; it’s one of the episodes where Picard has a cup of ‘Earl Gray, Hot’. I love this show. This is all first season episodes so far nice to see the old crew.

I get up during a commercial and add a new tea bag to the mug. Tea bags never last long about 2 cups and then they are too weak. I walk back to the couch. Usually you would be there and I can cuddle under your arm to watch the show. I let out a long sigh. I sit down and watch the rest of the episode.

It is over now. I yawn and realize I am tired which I am most days. I get up from the couch and walk to the bedroom. I deposit my tea mug in the sink on the way.  As I walk into the bedroom, I look at the bed. It looks inviting but seems to be missing something. I get in and try to get warm under the covers but it is hard because you aren’t there projecting your heat. I finally drift off with the telly on.  It’s the only way I can sleep now.

The alarm rings its 6 a.m.

An Open Letter to Prince Charming.

I wrote this during a very bad time. D-I-V-O-R-C-E time! So now I have an open letter to Prince Charming. Enjoy.  I added the link and title to where I original published it. I was thinking about writing a new open letter which I am still working on but this one is a very good one as well.

Where is the handsome Prince of my dreams?

 
Dear Prince Charming
I was told you would come.
We would live in a mansion full of love.
Happily ever after is what I was told.
I feel so lied to.
It just isn’t so.
Where is the handsome Prince of my dreams?
The one I see smiling at me.
Where are you my Prince?
Why aren’t you here?
I see you so clearly,
When dreams are near.
Dear Prince Charming,
I was told you would kiss me.
Wake me from a sleep that seems never ending.
You would battle the witch for my hand.
Keep me safe in your arms while ruling our land.
Where is the handsome Prince of my dreams?
The one I see smiling at me.
Where are you my Prince?
Why aren’t you here?
I see you so clearly,
When dreams are near.

by me

Coffee Time

I am so happy as I drive up to the café. The excitement is killing me. I can’t wait to see you again. It has been such a long time. I love walking into this java café. The aroma fills my nostrals. There you are at a a table for two. I see you already asked for the flavored creamer. I order my special cup of coffee and this is such a great café they even ask you if you want whipped cream and sprinkles in your joe.

I grab my coffee in both hands and inhale the aroma slowly. Ahh. Nothing like that smell. I go over to where you are sitting. Nice to even have a window seat so we can watch the cars driving by and people passing. I so enjoy the sunshine through the window. You know how much I love the heat.

While having our coffee in this special spot ….. I want you to know how special you are. I have come to the understanding that no one is in my life forever and I have been trying to see everyone before something happens to them. I don’t want to have regrets. Lately, it appears I came home just in time to attend funerals. I long for a great wedding, anniversary, or some other reason to celebrate. I have been at the nursing homes so much lately watching friends and family die that I really need something great going on.

While having our coffee in this special spot…. I finished some of my CEUs. This time around I took CranioSacral Therapy. I am certain this will add to my Reiki section for work. I am still trying to find an affordable office in Escanaba. I really don’t want to keep traveling over an hour a day to work. It would be nicer to be closer to home. I have been looking in Rock, Gladstone, Rapid River, and Perkins as well. I know Bark River isn’t that far but there really isn’t anything but farm land going out there. I could try a few other towns that way as well. I hope to find something soon even if it is an old RV I can park in my yard.

While having our coffee in this special spot …… I am working on getting new equipment for my business. I have obtained the hot stones now I just need a few other things. I want to get a heated blanket for winter, body wrap supplies and equipment, some ayurvedic equipment and the essential oils. I am hoping to add retail to my business as well and sell essential oils, lotions, biofreeze, and maybe even t-shirts.

While having our coffee in this special spot …… I am writing as much as I can. I really want to get that novel done. I am hoping to get as much as I can done to see if I can get it published with an actual publishing company. I have been taking some online writing classes. I hope it can make my blogging better. People say that blogging is dead, but I wonder about that statement. Is it really dead if you and I are discussing it or reading it?

While having our coffee in this special spot …… I upgraded to windows 10 from windows 7. It took most of my memory since the laptop I have is old and only has 200 gb on the hard drive but it sure is worth it. What an amazing upgrade and this computer is running better than before. That is a big HMMMM. Can’t figure that one out. But now that I have a secondary computer up and running it means more time for me to write. Sharing a computer is what really sucks. But I took an old one and threw in some new parts and voilá, another laptop for us to use. Never underestimate the power of having left over computer parts. You can create new computers out of those parts.

Well it is time for us to part. I am sad at leaving you. There is so much more we can talk about. I hope you make another coffee date with me. We can meet again at our special spot near the window with our coffee in hand.

To Write or Not To Write

HA! Today’s assignment for Writing 101 is about taking a break and getting refreshed so you can come back and write brilliantly. NOT! Do you have any idea what my day is really like? I laugh because I never get a chance to seriously sit down for even 5 minutes to write.  I barely have time to make a pot of coffee or take a shower let alone write! I need to find the time to write.
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I have a house to clean from top to bottom. I actually have divided that out so every day I clean a different room, but there are chores that have to be done daily especially when you live on a farm. I have chickens that are up before the sun and demanding food. They know right where my bedroom window is and let me tell cha those roosters know how to fly up to the window and crow loudly. Best alarm clock in the world! Can’t beat a hungry rooster I tell you! Then I have to clean the hen house, clean up the yard when I can, do the dishes, cook the meals, take care of the feral kittens, take care of the macaw, cockatoo, and cockatiels, take care of the dogs, selling eggs which means gathering them, washing them, and taking them to places to be sold, and taking care of my kids.

Best alarm clock in the world is a hungry rooster!

Oh, yes, my kids lets talk about them for a moment shall we! Well, they have orchestra and band activities, plays, French club, homecoming, posters to be drawn, and what ever else they can find to include themselves into after school like having lessons for their instruments or teaching their instrument to another. I am the taxi for now at least until they get their licenses to drive. Maybe I might get some time then to write! Then there are the doctors appointments for the children. I rarely go to the doctor since I really don’t have the time. Homework and more homework. And I really shouldn’t forget all the running to the school about this or that. I swear the staff at our local school can not function without me.
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The kids and weekends are totally fun. We have to go fishing when we can. We have to go bike riding because winter will be here soon and then we will have to sled everywhere. And then the endless amount of begging for a horse. Sigh. A HORSE! Just what I need. Are there any planets where the day lasts longer than 24 hours? I need one that is about 72 hours long! 
Then I have my sister who lives in New Jersey. I do a ton of cleaning, selling eggs, and other things all while talking to her for 4 plus hours a day on the phone. Those phone calls are usually about our youngest sibling and the fact she is a ding bat. Of course she always makes me run and check on our mother who is totally glued to the ding bat! That is always a waste of time if you ask me. I keep thinking, “I could be home right now on my computer writing.” Instead, I am at my mother’s house bitching because her house smells from not cleaning her cat boxes.
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And I really can’t forget all the relatives I have right now in nursing homes dying. I go and visit them as well. I much rather be seeing them alive than going to a funeral. I figure my time is better spent visiting them and having memories than just going to their funeral and crying about not seeing them more.
My dad is constantly coming over as well. He usually hangs out in the garage with Dave fixing the endless amount of cars. Dave works from our house so he really doesn’t have to worry about leaving. I on the other hand do. I don’t have a home office. I wish I did. It would be great! I keep telling him I need a little hut made in our yard. One big enough for my massage equipment. That would be so much better than driving those 2 hours every day. It would also be great if I could live somewhere like Hawaii. Then I could have my business on the beach in really hot weather. I hate the snow.
Lastly I have my poor massage business. Where I find time for clients I will never know. I drive an hour to my office, work 4 hours there, and then drive an hour home. That takes 6 hours of my day alone.
I really do try to work out when I can. I usually do it while sneaking in an hour of watching television or while on the phone with my sister. I am totally grateful for speaker phones. I don’t see much of my telly show doing some workouts but at least I try and get two things done at once. Makes sense to me and it makes for less stress by working out and watching telly at the same time. Also leads to less guilt.
Then I help Dave with his business. I call and order parts. I call clients back and set up appointments. I call clients when their vehicle is done.
AH. Sigh. Someday. Some time in the near future. I will find the time to work on my novel. I may even find the time to watch more than 20 minutes on the telly. I can’t wait to just relax and do nothing.
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