Balancing the Warrior 12
The legal email is sent, proceeding on potentials for legal forgiveness of the current Breach of Contract. It feels pleasantly weird to use the hotly disputed word, "Forgiveness" in a legal context. I dare you to correct them politics, my Ismic dear. Put the boo to the nanny and the nanny to the boo. . . I really don't care what it means to you. Not here, anyway. . . This is *MY* therapy journal and I am confused enough already. Please respect my need to sort through my strictly personals.
Anyhoo. . .
While I await the green light for making amends to the grandkids for breaking the promise to visit twice for the sake of this project, I am cautiously proceeding on the hope that it will happen in the foreseeable future. It is still not certain enough to be making Skype promises to toddlers, but. . . Here's to hoping the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel isnae a fast moving train. . .
Shutting down and cleaning out the tower garden is the biggest domestic chore between myself and hitting the road. I've never done that before, but I am confident I can do that quicker than I can work a legal process. Think I'll go piddle with it. . .
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It is at least inching closer towards a visit now instead of that constant stand still of waiting for replies from contractor, I hope you get to be able to skype promise very soon. I have a feel that domestic chore doesn't stand a chance of coming between you and those grands. triple hugs of support while you work it through.
Nope, not at all likely to stand in the way. . . The biggest problem with the domestic chore is it willnae use up anywhere near all the time I have to burn. For now it is something to look forward to. I've indulged in fantasies of doing the chore while I Skype promise the grands. Do fantasies ever come true?
When you wish upon a star... oops that's a wish fantasies? dreams? ACTIONS yes action gets the job done most often. Hope your action gets the reaction you need to move ahead.
Is Scooter meeting Boy Toy in Texas?
General Gee:
DOS2 drives an over-the-hill macho wagon she calls, "Scooter (fem)" I drive an over-the-hill pickup truck I call, "Boy Toy (masc)". They love rubbing bumpers. If I am translating correctly, Boy Toy has asked me to bury him next to that hot babe. Or vice versa, as the fates may dictate.
that is my star wish... actions not likely. the geezer train has me locked on it's tracks.
I picture boy toy daring scooter to cross that spot where the great lakes have a bit of sandbar spread... of coarse she takes the dare, and they sink together happily ever after. . .
I can picture the dare, all the way to the happy ending but. . .
I am believing the greater dare is for Scooter to get her person unlocked from the geezer tracks.
Nanny nanny boo boo. . .
Guit Chi Report:
The hardest songs for me to learn on any instrument are the ones which I love singing along with the recorded versions. Even singing along with them feels a bit like painting a mustache on the Mona Lisa, but . . . I looked twice. . . No witnesses. . . I don't count the other drivers in the gridlock as witnesses, even when my window is rolled down. At least I'm not shaking their windows with my woofers.
"I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" is on that very long list of songs. I can't even pick a favorite version to sing along with. Each version seems to be more magnificent than the last. I've even tried to learn it several times on several instruments, but could not lose the feeling I was committing heresy. But today it seems to be rolling off the fret board as if Hank, Sr, himself is working the frets.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP1s_5KSeU4
Thanks for the video, Patti. I missed "The Love Bug" series altogether. Did I miss something good? I kinda believe that the 60's is the weakest decade in Hollywood history and tend to blow them off with considerable bias.
The music seriously rocked, though. How ironic is it that the decade of great music also saw the death of Musicals?