Waving from Mi-am-uh

FAIR WARNING:  not such an upbeat post...

Episode no. 345 of As The Stomach Turns: Miami 
In which yer heroine pays (dearly) for her sins of the past 2 to 20 years. Getting her ex- finally out of the house, painting the entire interior, refreshing all the landscaping, re-caulking and grouting the bathrooms, all on a budget of $0 so said house might be rented and therefore saved from doom.

Did I mention how much fun this is NOT?  Yes, Virginia, she did bring her knitting but she hasn't had the heart to touch it.  Surfing yer lovely blogs is about all that's keeping me sane these days. And frankly, some days I'm not even up to that.     I fully realize that many of us are in even worse straits. yup, I do.  And I am profoundly grateful to my amazing friends who have come through for me in ways I couldn't have imagined. When my long-time mechanic serviced the aging and halt transmission on my ancient Honda and wouldn't take any money for it (he knows of my situation), I just about cried.  A wee sample of the kindnesses large and small that have shown up.  So yeah, blessings abound as I muddle through this dreadful shite.   I truly hate it when that old bastard, Nietzsche, is right about things. 

I'm learning how to humbly receive and how to balance my world and fate on the trust that when right action is taken, what is needed shows up.  I might wake up in the night with the screaming meemies from time to time, but I'm doing the next thing, and doing the next thing, etc.  So my loyal peeps, thanks for listening.  Here's to cheerier times PDQ, yes?   Over and out from Paradise South.

Comments

[carla]

Man, that sounds brutal. Here is hoping things look up for you soon!

[Catherine]

It's hard to break ties with Florida - not because it is awesome, but because it has tentacles and a lot of mildew that is a bitch to scrub off. I'm back to square one on my own escape plan - good luck with the house!