My husband has been in LA for a few days and I have been coming home from work, eating Frito, cheese, mayo and jalapeno sandwiches for supper. I bought a hardback book of short stories at the dollar store, then filled my coffee table with assorted paints, chalk, glue and various embellishments for some art fun. Each night I come home from work and paint the pages in the book then collage over each page. Why? Oh hell people, you know how obsessed I get when I'm creating crap.
I've discovered this week that my new boss is very moody. Uh sorry young man, I don't do "moody." I find it very startling when moody people flip flop between moods. I always want to say "hold on there, can you bring yesterdays person back? I was getting into the groove of that guy." Phone slamming, the day after joke telling seems to throw my spirit into a whirlwind. It's a familiar feeling in the gut of a person who has lived with a violent alcoholic. It's also not tolerated in my company so we'll see what happens.
I am ready to see what this new day brings. It's so new that the tags are still on it.