Musings from the place I’m still doing laundry: Coming out of my shell – and other shelled things.
Sitting on the couch with an amazing view of a pool – yellow and pink flowers, a dog by the screen door. And ever so missing my own home.
Only two more sleeps until I’m in my bed. Hopefully Butters will adjust quickly to me being home after over a month and sleep beside me.
You’ve got to see this picture. When my son sent it to me, I thought she had been bitten by something! But no, she was merely licking her lips.
The good thing is – while I’ve been here, I’ve come out of my social anxiety shell quite a bit.
After bonding with the sweet couple who doggy sitted Meesha (my moms pup) while I was at work, I truly made two amazing new friends.
I was then invited next door.
Gorgeous home, it’s always reminded me in some way of a Roman colosseum.
I went – and we connected.
The other night they mentioned I can come and see the ducks that visit their pool and their tortoises daily ‘outside’ time.
But first – here’s pics from my inaugural visit.
Yeah, so that’s me with the Rat Pack. 🙂
And here’s the inside of a Saleen Mustang – 2007 – one of only 60 made, and the only one supercharged. OH! And a little video.
Here’s me revving her up!
So after a lot of chatting and bonding – I kept visiting.
Back to the ducks.
Weird thing is – I was on the couch yesterday and guess who came to visit?
Bonkers! I’ve never seen a duck in my parents pool before!
And yes, another video.
So, after the duck at my temporary home, I visited the neighbor’s.
And there they were.
Now onto the shelled critters.
So, I went from being a hermit to a woman willing to put herself out there and make new friends.
I went from someone scared of change – and having panic attacks daily, to a woman thinking of others.
I have grown during this distressing time.
And, my parents home is clean, Very clean … Because, when she gets home, I want her to exhale.
And I need to too.