New Bed, Tour of the After-Life Neighborhood, and Gratuitous Energy to Fill New, Welcoming, Open Space

 I had the best weekend! On Friday, I had to leave work early because my new bed was delivered 3 days earlier than expected, and the delivery person left part of it at the base of my porch in the rain. My dad came over to help me get it up onto the porch and into the living room. On Saturday, I dragged the old mattress and box springs and bed frame out the back door of the house and into my shed, and I put the new bed together. It was not easy, and I have some bruises to show for it, but I got it done! Today I took Rylee to my parents' house so her boyfriend could pick her up and they could hang out. Mom and Dad took me to lunch and, afterwards, to see their gravesites lol. The Harris' are the neighbors and there's a really nice tree there too! 😂 We had a really great time. When I got home, I crawled under the house to insulate the pipes. I also insulated a couple of drafty areas. Hopefully we're ready for the frigid temps this week. I feel accomplished. I passed some cows on the way back towards home and one escaped from the fenced-in area. I hope the little guy is okay. I saw some awesome horses too. And I made some egg muffins tonight with ricotta and basil. WOW they were fantastic! I have a couple left over for tomorrow. It was kind of scary going under the house, but I did it! I finally saw where the hot water heater is and where the back porch used to be. This is the second year I've crawled under the house to cover the outside vents and the first year in a row I realized they close in about 0.02 seconds from the OUTSIDE. I dread tomorrow, but at least I get paid time and a half. I hope I can keep this gratuitous energy abounding within me throughout the week. I hope that good things happen. I hope that the thing I've been thinking of and hoping for happens. And if not, I hope something better fills that space. I am proud of myself and I know that I am enough right now, as I am. There is nothing else that I need. What a beautiful place to be. To have the ability to choose to allow someone into your life because you want them there. Because you have created space for them. Not because circumstances forced it all to be. It's a powerful thing. I have space now. I am ready for whatever comes next.

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