If laying in bed listening to the birds chirping and the mourning doves cooing wasn’t a good enough way to start the day….my phone beeped. PT texting to see if I wanted to go on a road trip to visit T. Let me think….laundry?……road trip?….like there was ever a question, my response “what time do we leave?”
I definitely needed a distraction…has this moon been making everyone kinda crazy, or just me? Not crazy really, just making me wish for things I really don’t want…does that make sense? There are very few fleeting moments throughout the year where I actually feel a little lonely and think …well maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let someone into my life…thank goodness they are brief and I can always bring myself back to some kind of common sense. Only now I have L’s word haunting me “Don’t be me.”
The only time that I think of the Cockroach on purpose is when I need perspective…who wants to be lied to…..cheated on….stolen from….threatened…you know violated on a daily basis? Not me…I’m good and this to shall pass.
I love my moon and I rise and fall with the tides to her cycles…this has just been a rough one and PT’s road trip was aptly timed!
It was a gray sky and a barren landscape of a drive, thank goodness for good conversation and the abundance of hawk sightings. We both love birds of prey so that part was pretty cool.
I am now home and doing laundry (including my new jeans from the Gap that fit really well) and I thought I would post before I make a big pot of potato soup. Potatoes aren’t favorable with the O blood type and I thought this would be a tasty way to finish them off. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE potatoes so I can’t say I won’t eat them again because I would be lying and I never do that well. I am trying to limit certain foods and pay attention to how they make me feel after I eat them….that is all.
What happens after that? Your guess is as good as mine…Zia