My mom was in town over Indigenous People’s Day weekend.
All in all, things were uneventful and we had a decent enough time.
At Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre
She brought a friend with who had a problem with her mouth filter, especially as she became more tired. That made our final day together a little more biting challenging than I would have preferred.
I am so thankful for my wonderful friends!
As soon as he heard that my Lil Bear was stolen, my skate buddy “B” fixed up his car for me to drive to Dallas for our skate party.
Another skate friend offered to take my other car, Breezy, for the weekend so I wouldn’t have to worry about it getting taken or tampered with.
And Mr. Nice Guy said that he would stop by and look in on our lovely Kitty one of the days we were gone.
(I haven’t been feeling very up to writing lately, but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts folder for far too long.)
This is NOT all our stuff!
The weekend before Thing #1 and I moved was absolute craziness.
Doom-n-Gloom and Thing #2 were planning on being out of the old apartment by Sunday evening.
Long story short: they weren’t. When the day was over, they hadn’t even moved half of their things. The rest for us to ‘deal with’ until their return Monday evening.
Friday evening, when I got home from work, I was happy that the parking spot next to Breezy was open. I put Lil Bear in his place, grabbed my things and went inside to make dinner.
A friend was coming over at 7pm to eat with us and then give us massages. Because he hadn’t yet been to my new apartment (which I haven’t even told you about yet!), I met him out in the parking lot. I leaned on Lil Bear while I waited for our friend’s arrival.
We ate yummy food together; had our massages… It was a lovely evening.
When our friend left at 10:30, I walked him out and Lil Bear was still in his spot.
Sometime early Saturday morning, my beautiful, wonderful, perfect car – Lil Bear – was stolen.
Words cannot express how horrible I feel. Especially since I don’t know if it was some random event, or Mick did it to get back at me for breaking .
In a little less than 3 weeks, Thing #1 and I will be moving to a new apartment across town.
Finally, after a year of being divorced, Doom-n-Gloom will no longer be living in my apartment.
I’m super duper excited!!!
However, Thing #2 is kind of creating issues.
She has decided she would like to continue living with her father.
Last weekend I went to visit my Dreamboat (“fiancé” – LOL) in Steamboat Springs.
We haven’t seen each other since about two weeks before my trip to St. Louis. A week after he moved to Steamboat, he came into town briefly and I got to have dinner with him.
It’s been a long time, but we text at least once a day and talk once a week.
Plus, there was a Balloon Rodeo!
from Pinterest
For the time being, my life is in a quiet, restful place.
Like the calm before the storm.
I am thankful to say that the reason I haven’t been writing is because I have nothing really to write about. Things are mostly quiet in my life.
Smitten with Him 