I talked to my father tonight. If you vine humpers rmember, that's usually cause for distress. I love my father dearly. However I usually find myself in a mental quandry after a conversation with him. A year ago, I went out on Tuesday nights so that I didn't have to get into too deep of a conversation with him. I couldn't handle his questions and or advice at the time. It was a really hard time of year for me. Last year at this time, John and I were on our way to a separation. I thought we'd be divorced by now.
Well. Unfortunately, my father is the one that got divorced. The bitch took him to the cleaners. She and I better never meet up. Dad went to counselling for so long... with her. I know that no one is perfect, but I know my father will go out of his way to do the right thing. She managed to find a new job just in time to go with her car that my father paid off, to go with her credit card bills that my father paid off. (after not working for 16 months, collecting unemployment and blowing money the whole time) and she took nearly everything out of the house. She took lightbulbs. Lightbulbs. He got the house and his car, which he had to have refinanced and is working overtime to pay for.
To say I am annoyed is the understatement.
Dad was worried about me because he hadn't heard from us in a while, and I explained that I was gone, and that everything went weird where we had lived. When I told him that I was in Scotland for a month, he said, "No wonder I hadn't heard from you."
Wasn't for lack of trying. I cant ever remember his phone number. I'm pretty sure I'm blocking it :P
Today was rather uneventful after work. I spent two hours on the phone with my father, and now I am of a desire to just relax, as my feet are still hurting.
John is catching some overtime tomorrow. I'm glad for that. They are ordering him uniforms and asking him to work more hours. I'm going to take that for a good sign that he'll be hired on permanently.
It seems that we are settling very nicely into this townhome. I really love it. I have managed to break a few things unpacking them. And my swedish crystal has a nick in it. grr. And my amethyst geode has broken in a few spots. double grr. but i am glad that a few things that were breakable, but packed in a laundry basket (did I do that?) otherwise made it.
Note to self:
No more packing in laundry baskets.
better yet
no more packing. live here for a long time :P
Well, I swept off the back patio and put up our plastic patio set. John and I ate dinner out there on Sunday. That was very nice. We seem to have a chipmunk, who I've named Alvin, and he's a reoccuring visitor. So, I've left birdseed out there for him and it's gone when I come back. Little thief.
There is a tree that has grown in front of our townhome and it pretty much covers things. You have to duck a bit under it to step onto the sidewalk leading up to my door. It's like a canopy. The branches extend past my bedroom window, combined with the blinds, complete privacy. We leave the windows open upstairs. It's that time of year right now where it's perfect to leave the windows open all night, all day, and crickets sing me to sleep. :)
Everything is seeming to come together and I can breathe again. I hate fretting. Fretting sucks.
love you all
xxx