I’m in Love!

Srsly. Can hardly think straight today, the ideas are whirling around in my head.

Oh. Get your jaw off the floor – I’m in love with my new life, duh! Sorry, should have said that 😀

Yesterday Awana, Sabu and I walked up to the local Hippie Mart where I found some lovely Darjeeling leaf tea. It was a day off from the shop, so I brewed and drank two full pots (four cups!) and it was wonderful and there was no one here to point out the cost or that I really drink too much caffeine, or to complain about tea leaves in the sink, or any damned thing. It was bliss.

Leaf tea has been a personal indulgence for a few years, a little treat that I try not to take too much for granted as it ain’t cheap, but it is oh, so goooood.

Spent the rest of the day making Real Money and when the sun went down I did something that would have caused M’s head to explode – I groomed the dog in the house. Not only did I brush her, but I fired up the electric trimmer and started her thrice-yearly haircut process. She hates it, so it takes about three days to get it all done and it makes a mess you wouldn’t believe. Know what? It felt good to do this little chore inside. Afterwards I vacuumed up the mess and you would never know that I’d been Dog Grooming indoors. Hah! And he said it couldn’t be done!

Today was a Shop Day. Sabu and I headed out early to run a couple of errands and stop by the dog park. The weather was dry, but overcast and not very warm. We arrived at the dog park with half an hour to play, but it was deserted. Sabu chased the ball a bit in a desultory way, trotting around the fence perimeter looking for a playmate.

And then we heard the best sound in the world! Tags jingling on a dog collar! It was Nanook and he was so happy to see his girl. They started to run and romp, and then what did we hear, but more tags on another dog collar! Fat brown lab Buddy joined us inside the fence, but he’s not much fun and Nanook and Sabu ignored him for the most part. Wait! Is that the sound of more tags? Yes, indeed, Merrick came to join the fun and Sabu was over the moon with happiness.

Three, count ’em, THREE boys all vying for her attention! She ran from one to another and back again and they all chased and wrestled and then the worst thing in the world happened. We ran out of time. We had to go to work. I swear Sabu thinks those are the worst six words in the human language – “we have to go to work.”

She was having none of it and we were late to work by the time I finally got a leash on her and dragged her into the car. The boys all stood at the fence to watch her drive away and I felt so bad, but cash for kibble has to come before fun and I gave her a treat to lessen the blow.

Long day at the shop. Slow, not many customers. Gave me a lot of time to think. I have a Storage Problem. Probably warrants a separate post, but I want to get this down before I change my mind. The first part of this problem is clothes. I have quite a few clothes. Clothes for most life situations, but nothing Really Dressy. I have quite a lot of Clothes That Can Get Dirty and quite a lot of Clothes That Can Go To Work. They do not all fit in the allotted space in Towanda* and something has to give.

And then it occurred to me – at the end of the week, the Stuff I Wear Everyday is in the dirty clothes basket. Everything else is “extra.” I don’t have much room in my life for “extra” right now. What would happen if I boxed up most of the “extra” and sold it? I mean, besides that I might end up with a little cash in my pocket. Would the world end? Would I find myself under dressed at a formal event? Snicker. Not likely I would be at a Formal Event. If I just threw out all the stuff that is worn, torn, finally Broken In, would I regret it? If I donated the stuff that’s not good enough to sell but too good to toss, would it be a relief?

Stay tuned – I have the next two days off work and I plan to find out just what can be done about the Clothes Situation.

* Who is the moron who designed the storage spaces in travel trailers? The “wardrobe” is square, with one corner cut off and a hanging bar mounted diagonally from corner to corner. The hangers don’t fit at either end of the bar and the triangle in the back is totally dead space. There are no shelves in any of the cabinets and nothing is even close to the size it is in a stix & brix house, so new folding methods have to be devised. Gaaaahhhh! Details to follow on Travels with Towanda.