And once I make it through the next few days, I'll take a huge sigh of relief. So much to do, but I'm having a surge of energy. I've been able to focus on getting my life in order and I've made profound progress. I'm even sleeping through the night. I did, however, wake up at 4:00 this morning, but I went to bed at a crazy early hour. I love my new sound machine. I did the meadow sound last night, complete with chirping crickets. The rainfall setting is good, too, but sometimes it makes me need to pee. I'm reading my second Kindle book - You Are Not So Smart by David McRaney (I added a link to his blog at the right.) Unfortunately, it's precipitated some strange dreams which I can only interpret as a reflection of my insecurity. I'm happy to report, though, that I'm not the average person when it comes to the way I think. Who knew? Not to say I am so smart, just different.
I'm not sure if the book has triggered this, but I've had some really creative ideas for great inventions. I just need to work on some prototypes, then a biz model/plan, do a capital raise, and get busy making my ideas a reality. Hint, I have two really good ideas. I've decided not to research them in case they're already out there because, like my art, I don't want to be influenced by others. Not yet, anyway.
I'm taking a quick trip this coming weekend. I'll be back in time for Deb's surgery early next week. I'm way more worried about this than she is. She's still mourning Mufasa Henry Waffles (poor dead cat.) She can't even talk about him. She'll be staying with The Daddler and me, and I've told him he's going to have to help me take care of her. And he will. I remember the time I was flat on my back with the stomach flu. He brought me jello several times. So sweet.
He's been so much sweeter lately. Of course, I spoil him rotten. And it's been over a year now since Mother died. He loves his church and they love him. They had their monthly fellowship lunch yesterday and Deb went. I was so sore from my manic raking Saturday, and when the church members asked about me, she told them that I had strained some muscles from raking leaves. Genius. With any luck, some of them will show up to help! I know, I know. I'm an opportunist. Actually, the leaves aren't too bad here at the Good House. Oaks are slow to change colors and fall. The old house, however, has leaves so deep that the yard chemical people couldn't spray pre-emergent.
I need to do some major work on that house so I can get busy trying to rent it. I got one quote for a new roof and it was $7,000. I was shocked. I'm gonna get a couple more. And check Angie's List.
Christmas and tuition are coming up. I think I'm going to be cranking out watercolor paintings for Christmas gifts this year. And recruiting friends to paint (walls, not paper) in exchange for beer and pizza. The 2 for $10 kind! Why do I have a feeling they're all going to be busy.
Oh, I did keep the client I was on the verge of dumping. Even got an apologetic email. Not from the PAW (Passive Agressive Wi... er, Woman) but from the author who wrote the original scathing email. It probably helped that I resigned. There's nothing like being ready to walk away to shift the balance of power. I'm not done though. I'm going to have a little sit-down with Ms. Emailer (who thinks she's the boss of me, and happens to be buds with PAW.) I will be very diplomatic, calm, and professional, but I am going to explain that I need to be able to expect cooperation from all staff members, because my only goal is to protect the assets of the organization and to provide accurate and timely information to the leadership teams. That I will not tolerate disrespect in the form of stonewalling and passive aggressive behavior. And that if someone has a problem with me, they have an obligation to act like a professional adult and come to me directly before filing "formal complaints." That I refuse to play games in the form of political manuevering.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...