He told her he’d never been treated well at home, so she treated him well.  He told her he’d worked like a dog for 20 years with nothing but scorn and demands from an ungrateful family, so she made him the king.  He said no one ever understood him, so she made a point to listen and make him feel understood.  He said he had no  real friends, no one to encourage and emotionally support him, so she made it her job.  If these were his only barriers, she wanted to remove them so he could get on with his happy life. He said it was all he ever wanted.  A place to stand still for a moment in a supportive environment, and have nothing to focus upon other than “who am I?” and “what do I want?” What he learned from her changed his perception of the world as he knew it forevermore. Not everyone is ready to hear the answers to those answers.

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Today began just after daybreak. I awoke wanting to move some ornamental plants and rocks and outdoor furniture from one area of the driveway to another, so I spent an hour doing that.  Now there is seating for six, and a buffer of plants and bamboo fence for privacy from the office window.  I set out the sprinkler on the treeline out front, then cut and cleared a little more of the trail in my west woods.  As it neared 1:00pm, I woke up the sidekick and we made our way to the Cocoa Beach Art Festival with a quick stop at CanFest at the Wickham Pavilion.  The art show was jam packed and I was over the crowd almost as soon as we got there.  CanFest was, as yesterday, very under attended and no music of note happening, so we did a quick lap through and were on our way.    Too lazy to cook, I popped some egg rolls and mini potpie turnovers in the oven and called it dinner.  I was so proud of myself this morning for not craving coffee when I woke up, and yet as dinner cooked I made a pot.  We added sugar and milk, and took it outside to drink as we watched the almost full moon rise.  We live in Paradise!  An awesome day today, beautiful weather, got some walking in, heard a little music, good conversation with good company.  Life is good.  I have no complaints whatsoever.

I love it when I need a garage remote control battery and I have the exact one in my battery stash.

Imagine a window that you toss pebbles toward to wake up the sleeping person inside. Now imagine Jeremy waking up and thinking it’s his own idea…
it worked.

My tummy is growling as breakfast cooks. I was going to say “I’m so hungry,” then realized how ludicrous a statement that is.

A good day today, good work, good play, visited with friends, heard live music, hung with the bf, shared a delish dinner. Then drank 2 cups of real coffee with sugar at 10pm Hmmm 2am and I’m officially tired and wired… The Surefire Remedy: Turn all equipment off, lie down in the pitch dark in the dead silence and pay attention to how good the bed feels to my arms, my legs and torso; how good the air feels in my lungs.

The almost full moon is beckoning me to go outside for some yoga in the garden. It’s hard to say no under an almost full moon. Yes, I can touch the sky. Yes, I can kiss the ground.

I like to keep track of how often my spidey sense is on target, even in small things.  A few days ago I wrote that I’d accurately predicted some events that sidekick Jeremy would encounter at work.  Today he was scheduled to get off after 9:00pm.  As I dropped him off at the office,  I told him I thought they’d cut him loose between 7:00 and 7:15pm.  He called at 6:58pm.