A ray of happiness

I have not fallen off the edge of the earth. I haven't even fallen off the wagon or the stepladder. I am just way too busy with painting and getting my house ready. It is taking longer than I had feared. Pretty much I start at 9 am and finish up about 11 pm. I work slowly but carefully. That is good when writing reports for court, not not so helpful in my current situation. Perfectionism and time frames are not a good marriage.

On Monday, I had a second realtor out and I told her I would have it all done by this coming Monday. She said I am "ambitious." I think there is another word for it. It sort of rhymes with Vanity.

I had two 4-drawer dressers in my basement that I was keeping for the Child. They were given to me, and I didn't want them, but she is always scrounging for furniture so I accepted them for her. She doesn't seem to want them, so I had to drag them up two flights of stairs and out to the curb. By myself. The good news is I didn't have to worry about damaging them. I took the old axe out too. I have worried for years that the next time I cut down a tree that the handle was going to fly off the axe. I hate to see it go; we had some good times together.

Child has been advised that anything of hers not out of my house by next Tuesday, which is Garbage Eve, will hit the curb. She said she understood. Really, I don't mind keeping a few things for her. I have more storage space than she does. But it's in piles, not bins, and I can't have it here when my house is being shown.

In the midst of all of this confusion and paint, I still manage to see my former co-worker every week for lunch. It has been something we have been doing since we were still kidnapping children for a career. She has moved on to a slightly different field. Now she goes after children who are truant. We have been having lunch once a week for maybe 7 years or so.

We both like shoes and purses. Jackets, too. I took her a brown Coach purse that I bought a few years ago and just never was happy with. She has the matching wallet (by accident) so after having cleaned out my purse collection, I took it to her this week.

She was very excited to get it.She had forgotten I even had it, since I haven't used it in a long time and only ever really carried it for a week or two. She was fondling it in the restaurant with a look of glee on her face. It made me happy to make her happy. The purse is probably happy to be re-homed where it can get the attention it deserves.

If I could have taught it to paint, I would have kept it no matter who else was happy.