Driven
The good news.
I went shopping for tile yet again, and found the most gorgeous travertine… once I have a friend check my math, I will be plunking down a fairly hefty chunk of change to get the tile. Oh, and of course all of the materials needed for setting tile. That includes grout. I hate grouting. It is one hell of a mess. Oh well, in due time I will have one room in my house that is in what I consider livable condition. Oh, and I found some very awesome light fixtures that will have to come home with me. I will have a really cool bathroom soon! Guests will be forced to use the upstairs bath.
In a veritable fit of ambition, I worked 4 horses today and took a brief ride on my pony. It is nice to get back into the swing of things, and to have not been killed, maimed or even injured in the process. Duncan (who is turning 3 and is as full of testosterone as a horse can be) has been trying on all sorts of naughty behavior of late, but he does try to listen in between temper tantrums. I am both extremely excited and nervous as hell to start his training under saddle. I take solace in knowing that he still has a great deal of growing to do, so it is actually good for him physically if I wait to start him.
I am trying to motivate myself to get back into fencing mode (day two that all of the horses stayed where they belong). There are 6 horses on the waiting list to come here from various long-term clients. I should really get my bum into gear. Facing the fence by myself has been an exercise in futility over the past couple of months, so I procrastinate. It is pretty shameful of me, I know.
The really crap news.
This weekend, I am going to Chicago with Kevin (the “ex”). His father’s health is deteriorating rapidly. So much so, that he is now in a hospice facility, rather than at home with hospice staffers in attendance. The doctors believe that he will not be with us for longer than a month, at best. I love this man dearly, and have a closer relationship with him than with my own father. I need to be there. I wish the situation were different. I would prefer struggling with the fence.
My plan is to drive down with Kevin and stay at my aunt’s house, which is less than an hour from the city. At least it will minimize the discomfort on both of our parts. His father will never know the reality of the situation. It would only cause him pain. Subterfuge is tiresome, but sometimes necessary.
Anonymous said:
These are the most amazing thing.
May 13th, 2008 at 9:31 pm #