Sands of Time

Finally. Back to having my own wheels. We’ve been talkin’ about her desire to have a newer vehicle. Hers is 12 years old. She feels she is dumping too much money into it. A timing belt, alignment, tune-up, and new tires in the past 6 months. Wow! For 125K easy miles on a 12-year-old car-that’s nothing, lol.
Must be because I am used to driving used cars with a hell of a lot more repair bills.

I told her I would give her whatever the dealer would offer as a trade in. It will happen on Thursday. AND, I can return Muse’s truck I’ve been borrowing for the last 18 months when I am home on break.

Now that he has taken to using the truck over my head as a condition of “you better do what I tell you or else” by insisting I am using the truck for FREE, despite the $750 I put into it for parts and repairs the past 5 months.
It’s the last bit of leverage he thinks he has over me.

Well….Fine. Issue solved. I’ll park the truck back over at Muse’s when he is at work. Don’t need to talk about it. No phone calls to make or take.
It’s kinder this way for both of us.

I don’t need others “stuff” as a condition of love or friendship, or respect or trust.

Stuff it…

I couldn’t be more pleased even if it leaves me in a semi-broke state until June.

small sized SUV, great gas mileage, all wheel drive. Well taken care of.

It leaves a lot of room for going where I want, when I want, with no one to question me about it or hold anything over my head.

Love it when a plan comes together!!

To have someone give you control of their bodies and minds, to be entrusted with the responsibility to take care of them, to have someone willing to suffer for you, to forsake pride and dignity to please you… what other gift in this world can possibility equate to that?

But more importantly, what makes you worthy to receive it?

~Author Unknown~

The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.”

~George Bernard Shaw~

crumbs tossed on the wind as bits and sound bytes in the all too fleeting nanoseconds of time

hungry for a full meal

cool water for parched lips

they wait…

Are you so tightly woven that I cannot pick apart the threads without leaving huge, ragged tears in the fabric of my soul?

are we all so enchanted by the sirens songs we can no longer hear melodies of the heart and  symphonies of the soul?

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.