Is it Time?
I'm hopeful that the project delays on the aborted river dreams will wrap up far enough for me to be on my way to family time today. I am okay leaving ample evidence of the Breach of Contract. Not even the strictist of civil codes have succeeded in doing away with ugly. My strictly personal civic code was concerned with safety. I am reasonably confident that today's Rake Chi will distribute the tattered remains of the Contractor's Craftsmanship into reasonably safe remnants in soft soil. The big pieces still scattered around the yard are safe enough to walk on. Ugly but contained. Over the long journey from child prostitute to Lawsuit Lotto Mark, I have grown convinced that it is pointless to hide ugly truths. Let the freak flag wave and kick back enjoy the show of watching the fenceline quarterbacks interpret the ugliness, each according to their own strictly personal expertise. Seems to me that I can count on them to guess every possibility but the truth. Fenceline quarterbacks seldom have need of truth. Truth is only an obstacle to their creative expertise. By the time I am ready for the next phase of this project, the fenceline quarterbacks will have found new games in need of their idle expertise.
This morning's intrusive thoughts are shifting to the adult dramas attached to my coveted Grand Party. Herstorically, my greatest problem with children is that they come with grown-ups. Grown-ups are stinky, self-important critters who can complicate the simplest of joys, if they notice the joys they are trampling, at all. My two grandchildren have 5 grown-ups attached to the scene of our Grand Party. The grown-ups attached to the maternal branch of their family tree are safely on the other side of the in-law hyphen. Mostly. They have jumped the in-law hyphen more than once but were easy enough to evict with civil courtesy.
I am working my detachment tools on those adult dramas. Their adult issues arenae mine to sort. Mine to sort is how to keep the Grand Party safe from the yaddahs of their blahs. Go find another parade to reign on.This adult content isnae suitable for children.
Prayers in progress. Letting God lead the dance.
Yesterday's rest/sleep/nourishment were solid. Gut knots gone. Persilly seems to be asking if it is time to leave yet.
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Sounding Grand to me and dogs do often know best or what is best for themselves anyway.
YS and SO should be worn out enough for you to get rid of that 2 out of the 5
Gentle more generic Prayers from the eastern side. go west Gammy, enjoy the sunshine
My angels and I declared it close enough for Breach of Contract work after the first load this morning. They have plans to drive to Chicago tonight and were eager to be off to the preparations. Bless you, my angels. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I put away tools and battened down the hatches as far as they are going to get battened for this go-round.
I'm praying to be on the road early Saturday morning. Just praying. . .
Love you, sis, but I still don't like the Toxic People logics. Disposable people still don't compute to my senses any more than the implied non-toxicity of humans bent on ridding their lives of all Toxic People. Non-judgmentally, of course. . .
I still want my middle-aged sons and their chosen loves in my life, even if they are arrogant in their inability to support themselves. Healing hopes for all. No exceptions.
But. . . Don't mistake that for an invitation to dominate the Grand Party with adult issues.
yah re-reading the last post I wrote didn't make sense on the first two parts, dogs knowing what's best like I know what dogs know or don't know... and get rid of in my mind went more in the line of cut back on some drama and crowd... a little of my preference sneaking out,
I do mean more generic prayers... I remember the first time I had a co-worker tell me he was praying for me, I worried what he was praying for me. I did ask him what "it" was he prayed for. I don't remember the exact answer something like wisdom and strength. I liked that it wasn't dumb like that shed prayed:)
Be gentle with yourself, beloved Sis. I miss you so much that I am imagining the "facts" of your life in great detail. Greater detail than even *my* Awesome Psychic Powers can get right. I take it as a demonstration of your missing me that you care to imagine my life in greater detail than is actually available to you.
Love you. Miss you. Boy Toy wants to know if that sexy babe, Scooter, is going to be meeting up with him any time soon.
Triple hugs arfie. So happy you will be on the road back to family tomorrow~