Mending After The Meltdown

Good morning babies! It's clear and cold and absolutely beautiful this morning. Yesterday was like that. The walk to work was, in short, breathtaking. TCB doesn't understand this, but HRG actually enjoys walking to work. It leaves me feeling energized and ready to face the day.

Things are better here. On the home front anyway. Work will only change when I take the necessary steps. We'll talk about that again closer to the end of the year.

Which is only 66 days away. You know, if you were counting.

TCB and I have dealt with the first major motion picture of our marriage. He fessed up, the truth was told (by him and others). Part of me wants to sit this woman down and have a little chat with her. Explain how things work. Just because she "woke up one morning and realized she didn't want to be a wife and mother anymore" doesn't mean she gets to set her sights on TCB. But you know babies, it's not up to me to handle things. It's up to TCB to tell her to back off. If she doesn't, then and only then will HRG unleash to wrath and fury of the neatly arched eyebrow. Guaranteed to get results. Instantly.

Thank you babies, for all the shoulders and ears. I try not to have to use them, but it's good know they're a phone call away. Even HRG stumbles from time to time. Thank you all for picking me up.

Despite the long day and because it was only a few blocks away from our little love nest, I went to a party last nite. A girl's nite out. No boys (except the dog and he's old and neutered.....insert joke here). The only person I knew was the birthday girl. The women there were absolutely terrific, it was comfortable and funny and I truly enjoyed myself.

Ooh and something really cool happened. I saw my very first not-in-a-zoo or sanctuary Owl. Standing on the back deck, I spotted a bunch of really cool birdhouses on a tree. Then the owl appeared. At first glance, it looked like one of those decoy owls to keep birds from nesting in that tree. Then it turned it's head and looked at me. It was a cool feeling. I can't quite explain it. We all saw it, watching it with amazement. The Owl was very aware of our presence, yet it didn't fly away. I'm still trying to digest it's meaning this morning, but the groovy in me knows it wasn't a bad thing. This Owl did not bring news of death. It just watched us, never making a sound. And then with barely a whisper, it disappeared in the blackness of the nite. It left me with a good, warm feeling.

Of course, that might've been the wine.......

HRG