Two sunny days in a row and I need to tell you a little something

Today marks the 1st day of month 3 in captivity. Talk about waiting for your life to begin. I got a very positive phone call today from someone who has the power to put me closer to normalcy. I still can't say what it is, because of the whole I-don't-have-it-in-writing-yet thing, but I am thinking that I am pretty close to there. Pretty darn close. It won't be life changing, it won't make the next 55 days (or the next 9 days, or even the next 6 days) go any faster, but at least I will feel like I am actually doing something rather than sitting around all day waiting for something decent to happen. I'll tell you when it happens so just be patient. I have to be.

Somebody mentioned to me that this blog lately has been nothing but doom and gloom. I don't see it, myself, but then again, when I proofread I don't see it from an outsider's point of view. The situation is this: I am making the best of a situation that has been a bit rocky. It was and remains my choice to come back, and I certainly am not bummed that I made that choice. On the contrary, in order to move forward, we have to make sacrifices. Think long and hard about that, all you unhappy people out there. I live my life without regret - always have. Always will. The good that I am able to do here, while I am here, is that I get to make some more money, pay off some bills and save some cash for the future, and along the way I am able to support certain charities (in particular, La Ciudad de la Alegria). It's fun to look forward to going back. Am I sad that I am not there to watch My Place open and begin the journey to fame? Absolutely! But it's because I miss my friends and the proximity of them, and I miss the feeling that I have when I am there. This blog is a place where I "get" to write down what is on my mind at the time it is on my mind. I "get" to because it's my blog. Remember, I am living in a situation to which I am not terribly accustommed. Accustomed? It doesn't look right. Anyway, under all the circumstances, I think my attitude is great. I think I learned to live more peacefully within myself. I think I have learned to let the little things (and little people) roll right off my back. So please don't mistake my bitching for disappointment and pessimism. You are just being given the opportunity to weather this right along with me.

(I just have to say, I have always been a problem solver, and a good listener, but I am reaching my breaking point. As I sit here and type, all I really want to do is scream, at the top of my lungs, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT, GET OVER IT, THIS IS LIFE AND BY NOW YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT! But I don't, because that would be bad.)

Okay, not much else going on. Besides that phone call, all I did today was (again) chat with Elizabeth and a little with that Jan Jan, and of course Maria, who does not read this. Tomorrow I will call Property Manager Janice and find out if I should be scheduling movers or not. Please send good thoughts and positive energy - the good Lord knows I need all the help I can get.

Thanks for commenting, by the way. It is a nice surprise to see the notification in my email that someone has posted a comment (I finally answered your question, huh, Rebecca?). And you can be sure, Jeri, that when I get moved in you will be over for that glass (bottle?) of wine. Liz, you and Becky can come, too. And you too Suzanne. It's only got one bedroom so you guys will all have to fight over the couch.