Itza day….or a week?

So one of the reasons why I’ve been so quiet…..

Gary and I were talking and doing things together again. Strictly as friends. He agreed to this over and over. And over. And over. Get that part? I just want to be clear.

But? He couldn’t get that part. He wasn’t telling the truth. I was up front with him from the beginning. I enjoy his company. I enjoy having him in my life and it was friendship with me or nothing. Because right now I don’t really want a relationship. He agreed to this. Repeatedly… because He JUST wanted to spend time with me. When we do a project together? It gets done. NOW. I loved that and so did he. But instead of telling me he wasn’t feeling right about it, he spat nasty shit at me. I went quiet.

These were waiting by my front door when I got home last night. Along with a handwritten letter apologizing for all the nasty things he said to me Sunday. I am beginning to think he is bi-polar. I should have known it wouldn’t work when the some of the things he told me about “messed me up so bad!” were things most of us just shrug off and go on with our lives after experiencing.

So it’s completely over now. Not even a friendship like I wanted. I really did think we were BOTH mature enough for that. Guess not. Ciao.

With the decision to re-carpet the living room, comes moving all kinds of stuff. Getting rid of things. Moving plants back out to the screen porch…….

….which means having to move it out to the lawn when I can get the lumber home to redo the floor out there. Doing this floor should be an easy day job. Shhhh I probably jinxed that now. Then Brandon wants to get moving on my 3rd bedroom. So would I. Then my 2nd story would be completely done and I can concentrate on my 1st floor.

AirBnB is picking up again. Tonight I have 2 guys sharing my front room. They asked if I had a cot for one to use. No, but I do have a blow up mattress. They are good with that so it’s all set up ready to go. Another lady is coming in 3 weeks; and I get a lot of ‘I’ll be there in an hour , is that OK?’ Why yes, yes it is.

This weekend my neighbors are having a garage sale so I have a few things I’m throwing on it. I’ll go visit tonight before or after my guests arrive. Depending on what time I get home from……

…..the wake I am going to tonight up in Caledonia. She was like 5 days younger than my brother Scott that passed away. Her parents are dear friends of my parents. Her dad lost his left hand at our house in 1965 doing something with the corn picker. I remember him sitting on our steps gasping. Mom was on the phone trying to get the nosy neighbor OFF the party line so she could call an ambulance. “Well I was on here FIRST!” LADY GET OFF THE PHONE!! WE NEED TO CALL AN AMBULANCE! Why?? Oh she was a nasty one. Always picking up and listening in on other conversations.

Yes, I’m old enough to remember party lines.

shup.

So I’m leaving an hour early. Which is 40 minutes from now and I have a $5,300 order to enter.

Y’all have a GREAT weekend!!

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6 thoughts on “Itza day….or a week?

  1. Sorry things didn’t work out for a nice friendship, but from the sounds of it you were right to cut the cord. No one needs that roller coaster drama. Good luck with the renovations. Someday I’m going to work up energy to do ours… sigh.

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  2. Some people make you question everthing, don’t they. How you didn’t see that side of them? I’m always guilty of only seeing the side of people I want to see too.

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    1. So it’s completely over now. Not even a friendship like I wanted. I really did think we were BOTH mature enough for that. Guess not. Ciao.<—already done.

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