broken air conditioners bring perspective
Coolest thing about facebook: I updated my status that we have no air conditioning. WITHIN NINE MINUTES, me and DannyBoy were offered a place to stay tonight. So i'm not sure if that's the coolest thing about facebook or the coolest thing about the dear people who are in my life. Either way, it's cool.
Also a great thing? Renting a house from your in-laws who love you. Who get on the phone and get an air conditioning guy to your house within two hours. Who stays until 10:30pm fixing whatever it was that needed fixing. That is great as well.
I complain a lot. I focus on my own problems and obsess about my own issues. I cling and I reject and I go in circles. I know, I do it. What I don't do as often as I should is think about all of the good things that are in my life. So sure, there is a lot of angst twisting around in my heart right now. I, as of yet, have no perfect solution for easing it all. Maybe there isn't one, only a way to get through it. Part of that process has to include taking my eyes off of the angst and turning them towards the profound beauty that surrounds my life. so:
See above (friends who offer their spare bedrooms to hot, sweaty Weatherfordians)
Two sets of in-laws who love me and who I love.
A son who, yes, is scared of everything from cut grass to flies, but who has the best laugh in the world, trusts the right people, is learning how to tickle (or at least makes a hilarious effort), loves the color red, sings his ABC's, sleeps all night, gives hugs when he has hurt you and who loves to run around the backyard naked as a blue jay.
My mom will be in my very own house a week from today.
Therese.
Tickets to Florida in August.
Neighbors who talk a lot, pull out lawn chairs and turn the sprinklers on for the kids.
Nursery for YABS.
Nursery for YABS.
Nursery for YABS.
Coffee with JeffE and Carly at 8am for no reason at all, except that we all just kinda like each other.
How blue the sky is in the middle of the Texas heat.
Okay, and just because I find it categorically impossible to write an entire entry without complaining.... i can pay bills and check my leaky tire and keep both Daniel and a duck alive and thriving, all on my own. I cannot, however, figure out a way to get a splinter out of my own finger by myself and I really need someone to get rid of the ginormous wolf spiders that have taken over my house.
Also a great thing? Renting a house from your in-laws who love you. Who get on the phone and get an air conditioning guy to your house within two hours. Who stays until 10:30pm fixing whatever it was that needed fixing. That is great as well.
I complain a lot. I focus on my own problems and obsess about my own issues. I cling and I reject and I go in circles. I know, I do it. What I don't do as often as I should is think about all of the good things that are in my life. So sure, there is a lot of angst twisting around in my heart right now. I, as of yet, have no perfect solution for easing it all. Maybe there isn't one, only a way to get through it. Part of that process has to include taking my eyes off of the angst and turning them towards the profound beauty that surrounds my life. so:
See above (friends who offer their spare bedrooms to hot, sweaty Weatherfordians)
Two sets of in-laws who love me and who I love.
A son who, yes, is scared of everything from cut grass to flies, but who has the best laugh in the world, trusts the right people, is learning how to tickle (or at least makes a hilarious effort), loves the color red, sings his ABC's, sleeps all night, gives hugs when he has hurt you and who loves to run around the backyard naked as a blue jay.
My mom will be in my very own house a week from today.
Therese.
Tickets to Florida in August.
Neighbors who talk a lot, pull out lawn chairs and turn the sprinklers on for the kids.
Nursery for YABS.
Nursery for YABS.
Nursery for YABS.
Coffee with JeffE and Carly at 8am for no reason at all, except that we all just kinda like each other.
How blue the sky is in the middle of the Texas heat.
Okay, and just because I find it categorically impossible to write an entire entry without complaining.... i can pay bills and check my leaky tire and keep both Daniel and a duck alive and thriving, all on my own. I cannot, however, figure out a way to get a splinter out of my own finger by myself and I really need someone to get rid of the ginormous wolf spiders that have taken over my house.