WOW! Just WOW!
I'm bored.
So that means two posts for a Saturday. I've kind of lost my passion for storytelling and pretty much everything else lately but let me just recap for you the last two weeks.
12 days ago, I was listening to a radio program about God's will. Then the heater in the truck started blowing cold air. I went to the store that never closes to get some anti-freeze and they were closed. I left work early in case the truck overheated and I needed help to get home. When I got home, I let the dogs out. When the dogs got out the cat got out. When I picked up the cat to let it back in, I got scratched and bitten.
The bites got infected. I got to get two shots of anti-biotic in the hips. One really hurt. I talked to my friend Tami Jo. She and I have officially changed places in our relationship roulette. I spoke to her again briefly today. She's doing the right thing and I hope that now the shoe is on the other foot, I hope she understands why I did what I did. But I ain't gonna tell her that. She's a married lady and I'm not a married man.
Speaking of not being married anymore, I got drawn into this big drama with the ex the other day. I didn't go looking for it and it had nothing to do with me. She took three hours of my time from me that I will never get back. Keep this in mind. It's gonna play out later.
I caught a cold on Tuesday night and I have been in bed since Thursday, save the time I took to fix the roomie's car. She needed it fixed and there was me to fix it. Fortunately, it was simple stuff. When you disconnect a car battery, you have to drive it 150 miles at 55 mph or more to reset the computer so the car can be emissions tested. That task got accomplished today with a milk run to Malad.
The ex is mad at the world again and taking it out on whomever is handy. The latest form of retribution is the cold shoulder. Fine. There's a reason we're divorced.
Speaking of that; I got an IM from that reason. Why he thinks that's OK I don't know. This is where the part about being sick comes in. I meant to copy/paste his nice little note to me to the ex with some pithy comments but decided to instead suggest she needed to pass along a copy of a book I gave her to give to him before he went to jail for harassing her again. Instead, I sent it, quite by accident to lover boy himself.
OOPS. But quite unintentional. Still think the book would do the boy some good and God tells us to love our enemies. His reply was, well, typical. As for me, all I want to do is mind my own business.
I am in serious prayer about this little coffee shop in Oregon. And going to school there. And fixing up and either renting or selling outright the homestead. My life has been falling apart since I started working at Hill and I'm seriously considering an early departure from said place of employment.
Or not.
After all, next week is a brand new week!
So that means two posts for a Saturday. I've kind of lost my passion for storytelling and pretty much everything else lately but let me just recap for you the last two weeks.
12 days ago, I was listening to a radio program about God's will. Then the heater in the truck started blowing cold air. I went to the store that never closes to get some anti-freeze and they were closed. I left work early in case the truck overheated and I needed help to get home. When I got home, I let the dogs out. When the dogs got out the cat got out. When I picked up the cat to let it back in, I got scratched and bitten.
The bites got infected. I got to get two shots of anti-biotic in the hips. One really hurt. I talked to my friend Tami Jo. She and I have officially changed places in our relationship roulette. I spoke to her again briefly today. She's doing the right thing and I hope that now the shoe is on the other foot, I hope she understands why I did what I did. But I ain't gonna tell her that. She's a married lady and I'm not a married man.
Speaking of not being married anymore, I got drawn into this big drama with the ex the other day. I didn't go looking for it and it had nothing to do with me. She took three hours of my time from me that I will never get back. Keep this in mind. It's gonna play out later.
I caught a cold on Tuesday night and I have been in bed since Thursday, save the time I took to fix the roomie's car. She needed it fixed and there was me to fix it. Fortunately, it was simple stuff. When you disconnect a car battery, you have to drive it 150 miles at 55 mph or more to reset the computer so the car can be emissions tested. That task got accomplished today with a milk run to Malad.
The ex is mad at the world again and taking it out on whomever is handy. The latest form of retribution is the cold shoulder. Fine. There's a reason we're divorced.
Speaking of that; I got an IM from that reason. Why he thinks that's OK I don't know. This is where the part about being sick comes in. I meant to copy/paste his nice little note to me to the ex with some pithy comments but decided to instead suggest she needed to pass along a copy of a book I gave her to give to him before he went to jail for harassing her again. Instead, I sent it, quite by accident to lover boy himself.
OOPS. But quite unintentional. Still think the book would do the boy some good and God tells us to love our enemies. His reply was, well, typical. As for me, all I want to do is mind my own business.
I am in serious prayer about this little coffee shop in Oregon. And going to school there. And fixing up and either renting or selling outright the homestead. My life has been falling apart since I started working at Hill and I'm seriously considering an early departure from said place of employment.
Or not.
After all, next week is a brand new week!
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