We have an amazing vet. Holy jeez. She is so amazing I wish she could be my doctor. She is so patient and incredibly informative. and funny. and a good story teller. and has great deals on doggie meds. and her assistant is crazy nice too. I might just start taking the dogs in just so I can hang out with her.
"Oh, you don't see anything wrong with them? That's funny. They were acting so weird at home....tell me more about when you were in vet school." Then I would bat my non-mascara-ed eye-lashes.
We're working on designing a kiln (or maybe kilns) to build. This seems too good to be true. Something I have fantasized about too many times for it to actually be real. We're going to put in a forge too, but I'm going to push that it least one kiln go in first. Wow, I'm actually sort of speechless. Like if I talk about it too much I will jinx it.
I brought home some canvas stretchers from my parents' basement last night and there was even some paint that hadn't dried out yet. I feel like I owe it to myself to try and make art my career at least once in my life. The current phase of moderate employment seems ripe with opportunity. At least it does now that a buddy pointed it out. Babysteps, but steps none the less.
I'm going to babysit my summer charges this afternoon. I am so excited you would think I had one a trip to Disney World. I can't wait to see their precious faces and have them tell me all sorts of lovely nonsense. I'm going to come home floating. I hope they've gotten the planned double stroller so I can take the kids on "an adventure".
Also? My therapist told me I'm not crazy. I'm totally normal and so are my feelings. It seems small, and maybe even obvious, but it feels like a huge victory. And an immeasurable relief.
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