Curiouser and Curioser

"Let the dream motivate. Let reality dictate." ~Me

That was an interesting weekend. . . I'm not sure our 21st century divorce culture has words to describe it. It was facilitated by my five-year old grandson in his ignorance of that 21st century divorce logic. Ignorance of grown-up logic has its advantages? Reminds me of Thomas Edison whose ignorance gave us the incadescant light bulb. If he had been a metallurgist, he would have *known* that tungsten doesn't bend and he never would have attempted the successful procedure which served as the heart and soul of lighting for my entire silver-haired life. What we *know* can, indeed, blind us to what is at our feet.

I didn't get to witness GS's facilitation, but the results came rolling up the ranch road around midnight Friday and stayed until. . . Well. . . GS is still here. Little Sis, the parental units and Gampy didn't look too eager to leave when their respective realities pulled them back to the Urban Homestead yesterday. I'm still not too sure what happened this weekend, but the Stuffy Little Accountant is popping up on my shoulder again. "Do first. Define later." For certain, it was a pleasant, unprecedented weekend.

And I'm still stalling on the Homeowner Responsibilities which still await in the River Region. The snot knot there is resonating well with the paradigm shift between the decades of therapy and adventure I have found there and the current "Homeowner Responsibilities." Sorting. . .

Meanwhile, my church friend, K is gaining Super Star status on that front. She has been downright elegant in her calm acceptance of the original month long favor morphing into a 5 month and still morphing favor. She is still filling in the gaps with comforting assurances that all is working by God's Plan. Thank you, thank you, thank you, my precious K.