September 2, 2016

Maggie, bless her little heart, wanted to be at school at 6:50 to help make croissant sandwiches for their Quoia Café fundraiser.  Ethan, oddly enough, also asked to be dropped off early so he could complete science work.  I had no idea how busy the high school is at 6:45, but the road is backed up as everyone is trying to get to first period.  I got home and Gio and I were able to connect and speak for an extended period of time, which was lovely. Our someday coffee date will hopefully be in Switzerland.

I spoke with my realtor, I spoke with my loan consultant.  I texted my financial advisor.  It doesn’t look good. What angers me is I have  the money, but because I’m single, don’t make “enough” and have my student loan (my only debt), I probably won’t qualify.  This ridiculous county I live in….

I am missing 3 Hips shows and a Tim on Tuesday show because FullSizeRender(13)my back isn’t in working order and that’s a lot of driving….  I’m kinda sad about that…I’ve been quite stressed out lately and these shows and seeing my people make it so nice.

I picked up the bus today.  L drove me to the mechanic’s after we dropped Ethan off at his friend’s house for a weekend of camping.  I spoke with Drew about the engine and …it shall be rebuilt in November.  He’s keeping as many of the parts as he can and will install a new clutch as well since I can feel it going (well, of course it is!  It’s a 40 year old car).  The kids and I will be over to head to Moab then.  Sweet.

While cleaning the garage a bit and going through “stuff:, I found a poem I wrote in 1987. What I noticed is the message that came through in the poem..I was already depressed, I was already hinting at suicidal ideation – and this is before my car accident.  That’s kind of good news for me because I can stop blaming the accident for some, if not all, of my behaviors.  It doesn’t change anything, but it’s good to know.

Picture: Driving the kids to school this morning while attempting to “drive like Marcia” and not Greg and not spill any of my coffee.  I ended up telling the kids about the Brady Bunch episode and driving like Greg

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