Saturday, August 29, 2009

Season's Change

I am atrociously horriblish at blogging these days, and that makes me sad. Blogging has been my therapy and solace for the last couple of years. It's the journal that I used to keep and the photo album that I never do. I know I will likely post infrequently in the coming months, but I'm not quite ready to retire my pseudonym; Curlyjo is not hanging up her hat just yet.

Summer has been a frenzy of good and bad. We evicted tenants. Bad - in case you were wondering. We finished our basement into an apartment, and rented it to our new favorite childcare provider/friend. Good! Good! Good! We (as in Eddie) launched a new business venture. We (as in me) signed a contract to work full time as a teacher after spending the better part of a decade as a stay at home mom.

And time keeps on tickin' tickin' tickin'.

Monday is my first official day back to school. Inservice, and back-to-school night kept me busy this last week. There were moments of feeling overwhelmed. There were moments of "mom guilt" over being away from my kids for so many hours, and not missing them a bit. But for the most part I am super duper excited about this new gig. I love my job. I love my co-workers. I am ready for this new season, and I think my family is too.

New topic:

I am working on forgiveness these days. We were well and truly screwed by the short time tenants in our rental property. They lied, they stole, they destroyed, and they were generally without remorse.

It's my Pollyanna slash Leave it to Beaver outlook in life that was primarily responsible for this fix we're in. I sort of assume people are telling me the truth. HA!

Big fat liar meany heads!!!!!

Part of me wants to make them pay; I want to sue their sorry butts
for the time and money we've lost. It's a lot, and ah...we deserve it.

BUT...the grown-up me knows bitterness and cynicism are NOT the things I want to define me. I know that if I hold on to my right inflict justice I give those crummy lying people influence in my life, and my heart. Those people trashed my house and gunked up my summer; they will not have my fall, or my winter, or my spring. I forgive them, because I want to be free of them...

after I slash their tires....

and superglue their fingers together...

and deliver them a dinner of salmonella infected fried chicken.


Or maybe I'll forgive today...

maybe right now...

maybe for the 3rd time in 24 hours.

1 comment:

The Dupras Family said...

I love that you are my friend!
I learned recently that forgiveness means "you owe me nothing." I'm going to go out on a limb here and say, you're, uh, not really yet.