Wednesday, August 24, 2011

72 days left

I might have to change the name to 75days75excuses.

I did nothing extra.  But, I think I haven't clearly defined what extra is.  Do I mean extra stuff to improve the place for my boss, for me, or just in general?  All three, I suppose.  But when I started this, I was thinking of mainly for my boss.  The funny thing about that is, though, she wouldn't even notice.  She rarely goes out of her house.  Maybe 3 or 4 times a year.  Seriously, that's it.  She doesn't really have an idea what's going on around here.

Tonight I was outside cleaning off my front porch and looking around and dreaming of how I would like everything to look.  I realized that maybe, just maybe, if I made everything how I wanted it to be, it would be worth it to stay.  Maybe the underlying frustration is that there is so much I want to do, but I'm always questioning if it's worth it because I don't know if I'm staying or going.  So I take my frustration out on my job, because it's all mixed up that way.

It's difficult.  I know I am welcome to stay as long as I want, or as long as my boss is alive.  And I know I can't live on "what ifs," but it's hard not to think about, "What if I pour my heart into this place and then I just have to walk away?"

That would suck.  But in the meantime, I'd have a lovely place to live.  And since I cannot predict the future, or how long I'll be here, maybe I should work on making it a lovely place.  If I have to go, then it will be a lovely place for someone else.

I did do a couple extra things after all.  I put grass hay down between some of the sheds to prevent future weed growth.  My boss ( I think I will call her LuLu from now on) would hate that, but I think it will work out really well.  I'm hoping it will keep the weeds down, and since it's grass hay, maybe actual grass will grow there.

Also, I took LuLu's Mama Kitty in to be euthanized.  I don't know if that counts for anything, but it was hard to do.  I liked Mama Kitty.  Plus, doing that always reminds me of  all the pets I've lost and then I cry a lot.


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