It's that time again....Cave sweeping time!!

Well, it's been nearly a year since my first blog and admittedly I've been negligent. It's hard to believe anyone could possibly be interested in my ramblings. Yet, my Jeanie called the other day to hear me do just that. I was comic relief for the not so comical day she was having. For some reason I make her laugh. She's one of the funniest people I know and I was honored she chose me. My Roni loves to just hear me laugh. Hmmm....Maybe I should tape my laugh and find out what's so funny.

Anyway, let's see, I'll be 51 in just over a month. I've enjoyed saying "I'm 50!" so much that I'm not sure I want to say 51. I mean, it's an odd number. Kinda like being 22 years old. Where's the pop? No big thing to look forward to like being almost 6 or almost 18, or 21. It's not that I want to go backwards, it just feels odd...but I digress...

Being a homeowner has been an adventure in the 3-4 months. My most prized physical possession is my house. I love it. It has everything I need - except food, of course. Food I can send for (Ain't cookin'! Can't make me!) but this house is strong and tested. I know who built and how and why and it will last me the rest of my life. It's everything I ever wanted, it's paid for and it's mine! I am the Queen and I love THAT!!

Of course this repair thing, not so much lovin' that. Don't think I was really listening when people talked about home maintenance. Running someone else's house is very different. Something broke, I called a repair man they fixed it and went away. Never saw the BILL!! New hot water heater, new central AC unit, new generator (ok I didn't need that but go back to last years posts from the hurricane. I'm saving my father's life here!), water line leak, new storm door, sewer backup thanks to the new construction in the new subdivision and other assorted crap. Do we need to talk about insurances and property taxes??

But I do love my house and willingly, if whiny, plan to do whatever it takes to keep it.

I'm working with my art. I adore it! There's so much in my head trying to get out that it sometimes paralyzes me. I have a lot of trouble getting started. The classes have really been good for me on so many levels. I have the confidence and drive to start but just can't pick an exit. Between the poetry, paint, and clay, and then the multitude of subjects I get stuck.

So now I have art therapy. Cool stuff! Really unjamming the doors so while more things are coming out, even more are coming to the front. Hmmm...'nuf of that.

Gotta go do stuff....brb