More Waiting

Still no work crews to carry away the old outbuilding and begin prepping for the new one. The contractor tells me we are waiting on permits. You can't rush bureaucracy. If I can't rush it, can I set up a sniper post and at least pick off a few bureaucrats? I gots plenty of time to invest in the mission. . .

Don't worry folks. . . Just dreaming. . . Even an old grey mare needs her dreams. Fact is, I don't even know how to load a firearm. The dream of BEING an expert marksman appeals allot more than the hard work of BECOMING one.

My energy levels are heightened with the anticipation and believe I have been channeling them well, but I only believe. I have also been isolating and it is all too easy to lie to myself in isolation. The meanest lies in my world are the lies I tell myself.

The tower garden has been my number one channel for the extra unfocused energy. The plants are on the verge of being strong enough to provide aroma therapy. In my personal senses, there is no better aromatherapy than an herb garden. Ya can't catch those smells any fresher than straight off the plant. At that level, it feels like I am bonding with the bio-net as much as I am soothing my air-passages. If the ifs come into alignment, the end of January will find me with a 24 foot by 24 foot tower garden with a roof-top garden to prep for Spring.

Hubs has taken to calling the lab, "The Grazeria" in remembrance of a dream series I had a decade or three ago. This dream was of a restaurant where you graze your meal from live plants. There were cooking stations where meatanarians could add meat to their vegatables and/or vegatables could be prepared to preferance. I've toyed with the idea of setting the rooftop up as a dining area, but lost it rather quickly. 24x24 isn't that big. It's the biggest space I've had to date, but. . . Small steps, big faith and lots of prayer.

God, I hate waiting. . . Why you keep doing this to me?