Sunday

I am just back from a busy week in NYC with my kids for David's graduation. I was hoping to hit the ground running and get this pigsty of a house clean and in order. I have done the laundry and cleaned the bathrooms, but today I am still in my pj's and it is 3:00. I think I may have a virus. Maybe the shelf full of glassware that fell on my bare feet in the garage discouraged me from cleaning. I am viewing that as a positive accident in that now I will have to clean my garage and get rid of 20 years of junk I moved in with after my divorce.

I mentioned in my last blog entry that my mystery man broke my heart but that isn't true. He is very kind and sweet and always treats me well. And he is very honest with how far his commitment will be in the relationship. I suppose that I am trying to decide if I am willing to except his honesty and work within his boundaries. If not, then I have to say good-bye. If so, then we can have some fun. I know what I am looking for in a relationship and that isn't happening. But I don't really have time to be in a committed relationship.

This writing has worn me out. I have been told I think to much and make things too complicated. I would miss having an interesting conversation with a man that just isn't a grunt or a what did you say or a wait until the next inning. I think I assume that most men are empty headed and just want peace to watch whatever sporting event is on or to have their back's massaged.

For now I will be where I am and doing what I am doing and be thankful for what I have.