Well, I’m happy, that’s for sure. Happy in a fiercely independent and contentedly co-mingling manner.
I don’t know if I’m making the most prudent decisions, and I don’t particularly want to spill the manner of my stupidities out for the whole kingdom to ponder. My Mama reads this shit. Mama, rest assured, I am totally fine. And so are the girls. Flying the YOLO flag.
Somewhere along the line I acquired a roommate. A helper around the house. An entertainer. Someone that does the lawn and the dishes. Someone I can sit across the room from and be a friend to. A musical mate. A guitar teacher. A talker. A person to fill up the lonely part I’d made peace with. A handsome smile to light up the room. Shewlaawww(d). Hoo!
He’s nice, I like him. We’re friends. And I’m cool with it.
He’s here for now & he’s paying rent. He’ll be gone soon.
He’s out there on the porch singing & listening to this. And I’m gonna go join him.