Home again, home again.... and back to the grind. On the plus side, I found these... pictured below at the bottom because I can't seem to make them show up at the top... on my counter when I came into work this morning. Wasn't that nice?
Well the weekend in sanctuary was as good as usual. I went to meet the man that I will probably be living with by the end of June. He's a nice guy... had a stroke and can't keep house or cook for himself. So in exchange for doing those things, plus laundry, I would get my food, utilities and paid rent. That would allow me to sock money away for a car and general savings. I can also get a local job... hopefully in the school district there. But you know with all the budget cuts, that could get iffy. Much rides on that second job.
I also got to visit with DH's mom... who has become my friend and her husband before and after meeting J. DH and his friend T had some work they were doing on a piece of furniture they were building.
I amused myself. This time, that meant that I got out his mower and mowed his lawn. Go ahead and laugh. I like to mow lawns. I must say, that is one big MF of a lawn! It doesn't just lay there like most lawns... it sort of roams up and down in places. In the big O, we get so much rain... though they do get much less than Dumb Potter's Hell. Still, this time of year the grass tends to get away from you. I had a good battle on my hands and needed a few breaks between skirmishes. But in the end, I won.
Later, we continued our Dr. Who marathon. Sunday was fairly lazy... sleeping in and just hanging out. Then it was time for me to hit the road again. Sigh.
But this time, it felt sort of different. Not like well... "wonder if this is the last time I'll make it down" has changed into "next time I'm down." Moving there has begun to seem real. I took the first step by meeting J and deciding that I could live with the man. I figure its a lot like being a mom... only I won't need a sitter and I don't have to make choices for him.
It is scary. Kind of the way I felt when I moved out of my parents home way back when I was seventeen. Free falling.
Back to the world of what if it does not work out? But too tempting to not try. Strange indeed. Yet there is no real risk here. I'm not in danger of living under a bridge. I will have a roof and food. I have a few friends handy. Sanctuary is only going to be about 10 minutes away.
Now is the time that thinking about my family and missing them comes into play. They have their own lives now and that is how it should be. Still that good-bye will not be light.
On the flip side of that... DH has made his home open to anyone in my family whenever they want to stay there to visit me. That helps. No sooner had I voiced my concern about what if my kids want to come down... he solved that issue. When any of them do visit, I will stay there while they are there. Less awkward for everyone that way I think.
But that's a few months off still. I can't believe that I will have another vacation so soon... March 19... Spring break begins. What the heck will I do with it?
Have a wonderful day. I hope someone gives you a nice surprise like the one I got below.