38 Days to Go!

Have 38 more days before I leave Florida…less then that before my sister arrives. Hope to have everything pretty much done so we can spend our time on the beach. I need to work on my tan some.

Tomorrow I see Susan and then go out with friends for supper. Have a lot to get done in between those two things. Need to go pick up some boxes too – I’m going to have to have some sort of bubble wrap or something to wrap breakables in. Think I’ll start sending stuff up to my son’s place – they have an extra room they can store it in until I get there.

Haven’t been sleeping well since Denise. I have nightmares but, thankfully, don’t remember them when I wake up. Usually I’m so knotted up in my sheets that it is quite amazing I got any sleep at all. How does one start out with nice, straightened out sheets at night – only to wake up with them upside down, backwards, and twisted all around my body? Sometimes they are damp from sweat too.

Baxter went to the groomers today. They cut his fur all off like a man’s military cut. It looks adorable! I can’t get over how muscular and sturdy he is – no wonder if feels like my arm will come out of the socket when he hits the end of his leash at a run.

We have been outside playing most of the day today because it was so gorgeous outside. Went for several long walks.

Well, have to get back at it.

Monday Night Blues

Kind of had the blues tonight. So much stuff to do to get ready to move – it is amazing. Seems like I can work on it for hours and barely make a dent. It is easy to say everything goes but doubt everything will because I have too much stuff with sentimental meaning. Ugh.

You know, in my job I meet, via the phone, all kinds of people. It never fails to amuse me how so many of them think they are “all that and a bag of chips” when really they are no better, no more macho, no more entitled then anyone else. They believe their wealth or their job gives them some sort of status that means the world owes them more.

What it boils down to is that they think they have some sort of power to bend the rest of us to their will. They also expect that we respect and acknowledge their superiority when in fact, I wouldn’t cross the room to spit on them. The only status they have is that of being royal pains in the ass. They strut around with their bimbos because they know that a woman with actual smarts and a genuine sense of humor wouldn’t grace their presence – she’d see them for what they really are.

So folks – those of you who walk around thinking you are hot shit – keep your head up there in the clouds so you won’t see the rest of us laughing at you.