A day, part one
Woke up to that Eli’s Coming feeling and so laid in the bed with the pillow over my head. The house, the house, the house. Here it is the last few miles of the house marathon and I’m starting to limp. I want to get in the truck and head straight to Guadalajara and don cut offs and open beer bottles with my key ring. And start smoking again. So I tossed and turned and Arlene started making noises like she had to go out.
So I got up and walked the Bean around the bayou and the water was still as glass. We walked up the ramp to the LaLa and peered inside at the colors that have been newly painted on the walls. We circled around and crossed over the Friendship bridge and made our way home. I paced around. I went and worked out.
I called Steve, my contractor, and said we need to talk. He came to meet me and we went to CC’s – my conference room – and sat outside and I pulled out spreadsheets and lists and calendars. I told him I am not one to have a balance on my credit card. I love savings. I hate this process – the constant hemorrhaging of mo’ money, mo’ money, and no end in sight.
He said he wished all his clients were like me.
And then we went through the list – and picked out the priorities – and still it is triple what it was supposed to be just two months ago. That’s why I don’t trust that it is two months from now that I’m moving in or that it is X amount to finish. But still Steve has a way of calming me down and making me feel like it’s all going to work out.
So I took a deep breath and went on with the day.