A Nice Day With A Little Nostalgia

7:20 PM

It’s been a nice day. My cheeks were sore from smiling all of last night. No, I’m kidding.
I got about 4 hours of sleep last night. I laid there wondering why I was awake. I guess I got to bed around 6am and got up at 10am. On that kind of sleep I got up, played with the dog outside for like an hour, came back in and did some journaling, listened to music and lounged. I then swept the entire house, swept the kitchen too, dragged a book case in from the trash and then made a roast beef au jous dinner. I won’t be doing that kind of work tomorrow. The only thing happening tomorrow is therapy and being Monday its clean sheets day. Yeah! I love clean sheets day. Sometimes I regret doing all the work in one day because it means I have nothing to do for a few days. I like to keep busy. The office area will need some serious cleaning and the bedroom needs some work so I guess I’ve got something to keep me busy when I start in again on Tuesday. Of course there’s the back up work I should have been doing a long time ago. There are so many files on this pc that it’s crazy.Sometimes the thought of stopping is incomprehensible. If I stop I’ll think, if I think I’ll feel and if I feel I’ll cut. I moved around today like I did back on that farm in Texas. I loved the work. I absolutely loved it. In Zionsville I taught handicapped children to ride horses. That was wonderful too. I miss the land. I miss the trees and the fresh air. I miss that red clay against the grass and the hills that kinda wound back into eternity. Man, it was wonderful there. I miss it so much. I always knew I wasn’t meant to be a city girl. Someday I’ll go back there. Captain has never gotten to see my home. In his life time we’ll have to go back there so he can play. I suppose the snakes might be a problem but I guess we’ll have to make sure we don’t go too far out. I remember that I need to look where I’m stepping. I know where to go and not to go and when to go and when not to go. He’s a Midwestern dog and has probably never looked a rattler in the face. It would be the last thing he looked at so I suppose we won’t go out into the fields or out on a hot, hot day. A friend of mine is about to move to San Antonia. Lucky girl. I have friends down on a ranch there. Man, beautiful land, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Austin, a long way from home

**As of April 1st, 2007 all comments to this entry have been closed. This is now an archived post. Feel free to drop me a line at the guest book link found on the sidebar**