9:30pm Sunday, August 15

I listened to Kacy talk about home schooling. She is really excited and upbeat about it. I expressed my doubts, but she is determined and excited and committed. And it is her truth, her's and JS and their son's. I don't have the authority in their lives to make that judgement and I am glad. I've made enough decisions determining other people's lives.

It's raining like crazy. The wind is blowing hard. I am upstairs lying on the futon thinking of what I have to do tomorrow. Take Rose  to school, make CC a smoothie, feed the goats, get a functioning scanner, pick up MP photos from the print shop.

Slim wants me to go to Willingham U with him tomorrow. I need to pick up his meds. He is going to let me administer them to him. I hope he will let me administer his money too.

Tonight my two knots about the water articles and Slim are muted, but not absent. I remind myself to be present, to think my own thoughts, but mainly to listen and quit thinking so much. Listen to the rain on the tin roof,  the clock ticking, CC breathing. Stay out of my monkey mind. Find a place where I am not plagued by fear, doubt and imaginary scenarios. Stay out of the words in  my head.

Tuesday I will find out if I made enemies at city hall, if people would rather I just shut up and went home. I can do that - shut up and go home.  No, I will go and listen. Ask questions and listen for the answers.  

Breath by breath.