And God Bless the Rest of the World, Too

Is it just me, or is Blogger incredibly slow these days? Half the time I can't hit the pages I want and if I try to post, it takes for EVER. I had half a notion to post yesterday but it took so long for the thing to come up I finally said screw it and went back to painting.

Painting. That's what I've been up to all week. And I do mean ALL week. I'm doing one of those projects I would usually not bother with. Painting the kitchen with not one, not two, but THREE DIFFERENT COLORS!

This time, I'm not doing my usual thing of just throw myself into it and see how it all comes out in the end. I, for a change, have done some prepping and preparing and planning and dreaming. I actually WASHED and then PRIMED the walls. Really, I do believe that is a first.

The other first is that I imagined these colors, I found them, and when I put them on the walls, it actually comes out looking like I thought it might. So yummy. Here are the paint colors, just to make you drool: Swiss Chocolate. Vanilla Steam, and then the boring one: Lyndhurst Gallery Beige. It goes on looking like silly putty then dries to a very nice coffee with cream color. That's what I was going for, coffee and cream. The Swiss Chocolate reminds me of the movie Chocolat - the swirling, rich chocolate, I feel like a child smearing chocolate all over the walls, I can even smell it. It makes me feel warm and yummy.

So ya, that is that part of the Kitchen Project. Also in the works are a dishwasher for which no plumbing or electrical for such things exists yet... But may before the end of next week... A new vinyl floor that will beat the pants off the ancient peel and stick that has been there so long it's become peel and shift and UNstick. Sitting in our living room in the flat IKEA boxes are a wonderful BASE CABINET, Folding Wall Mounted Table, Matching Shelves, and a pot rack. They sit and stare at me, begging to be assembled and put to use. I tell them soon, very soon, precioussssses.

So, as you can gather from all that, instead of blogging, I've been working on that project. And not going to work. Not driving 53 miles to work and back every day. Yay! Not getting up early. Yay! Not thinking about work, not missing it, not longing for it, feeling pretty darn happy about my decision to quit. Yay, and Amen and Praze JAYzuz!

Alleluia.
Selah.

Did I mention that I don't regret not working? grin

So the what's next question still hangs in the air but I'm less anxious about it. It's becoming OK to take some time to figure that one out, which also includes figuring out what I really want, which includes figuring out who I really am underneath this amazing persona I've created to keep the paparazzi interested but not so interested they snap pictures of us sunbathing nude on our back deck.
Of interest to me lately in this leg of my journey:

The Enneagram
Ignatius of Loyola
Spiritual Direction

Tonight we're going to a party. Kevin's work party. At the BOB. Don't worry about me if I say this but I love that they serve Bombay Sapphire Gin and other Top Shelf delights. I really really want to wear the black afro wig and the black feather boa. If I only had nine lives.

In other news. I'm getting some serious dental work done. I may as well say this out loud. This scares the crap out of me. Having gone my whole life with only one filling... I'm about to get TEN of them. TEN EFFING FILLINGS! Five at a time, two sessions! Can you buhLEEVE THAT!? I'm having myself a mini crisis over this. Apparently I've got some serious Acid Reflux that is eroding my teeth away and I really wasn't aware that it was that serious. So there's that too, to go get checked out. Did I believe I'd stay young forever? Yes, I think I must have. Yesterday I smiled in the mirror and saw my smile wrinkles are deeper and wrinkly-er. THAT doesn't bother me. I like that. I've got a good relationship with those wrinkles, and any gray hair that sprouts - and I'll wear them proudly. Wrinkles and Gray hair are Sexy. Fillings are not. It could be much worse, you don't need to tell me that, because I know.
But for now, I don't like it - not one bit.
So there.
I'll get over it....

On a funny note, Amazing Man bent over to pick up something off the floor and PLOOP! His glasses slid out of his pocket and RIGHT into the toilet! We got a laugh out of it and they got a sterilizing Rubbing Alcohol Bath Pronto.

Hope you're having a groovy day!