70 mile and hour winds last night.
Woke me up from a somewhat dead sleep. My window in my bedroom was open and I thought it was the second coming. of anything. scared the shit out of me…I could hear the gazebo going down into pieces and IMMEDIATLY started to worry and fret and fight with the voice in my head that said, “you should have fixed your back yard days ago and this wouldn’t be happening”
Yes. The Gazebo is in bits and pieces. Fabric is torn. The top is completly off and on the ground. The sides are wonky and jacked up…but I think I can fix it. It’s gonna take a day off without rain and nasty weather, and a lot of time. Perhaps a staple gun and some creativity…but hopefully we can get her put back together. It’s pretty disheartening to sit here and look out there this morning though.
I got up and turned on the weather. Apparently it was collapsing thunderstorms. they were saying stay away from windows, dont go outside…bla bla bla. Have to say, I was a little nervous and a lot pissed that my sleep was interrupted. The hell? I dont know if we got one drop of rain, or just the mammoth wind but today it’s sun shiny, and while still pretty windy, there aren’t farm animals flying about so that’s a plus!
and today…today I need lots of good vibes, referrals, luck, prayers, all of it. One mens cut. That’s ALL I HAVE. My color that was scheduled tonight lost her job and had to cancel. I’m kind of freaking out about money. I made calls yesterday, but everybody is kind of in the same boat…and I don’t know what to do. So. Say a little prayer for me today.
I finished Eat, Pray, Love last night during the storm. I can’t believe I dodged that book for as long as I did. . . but I wasn’t ready to read it then. It was the perfect time…now.
Want to know another sign that my heart is wrapped up tight and on the mend? I saw him last night for about ten minutes. And it was fine and conversation was normal and the only wierd thing was we didn’t hug, that was a little stilted but whatever. I offered him some of my homemade soup to take home in payment for doing me this favor and he said, “No.”
no.
Now, someone please tell me why I have beat my drum so long and so hard for a man who won’t eat my food????
sciocco sciocco piccolo uomo
Misti Ridiculous 
I never heard the storms last night. I don’t know how it happened. I woke up at four in the same position I’d fallen asleep in and I couldn’t feel my bottom foot (I was on my side). I rolled over and didn’t move until the alarm went off. Talk about getting a visit from the sleep fairy.I have Eat, Pray, Love on the shelf but I haven’t picked it up yet. Maybe after the War of Art. Which you need to read!
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I kind of feel like I dodged this book until the perfect time. You’ll pick it up at the perfect time. I loved it. War of Art, huh? okie dokie!
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Farm animals… funny! What was that business at the end of the blog… sccoorii? Reminds me of Merlin’s charm of making. Love. Love. Love.
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Also, order The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp.
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its eye-tallian. google it.
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