I thought this blog was done. But it’s not. It, being my new life, is just beginning a new era. We moved from the country to a city about an hour and half away. Cowboy, got a promotion, and I have become very serious about my art. It was a good move, but I was a wreck when I found out that we were leaving the home I finally fell so deeply in-love with. But I love him more and he bribed me with a house with space for an art studio and I took that bribe shamelessly. I talked myself into this by saying that I could go back to some of the things I loved like art galleries and coffee shops and city parks. But I will forever miss my birds and my goats and fresh eggs and oh, the sunsets.
The city girl in me was almost squashed… But the idea of a coffee shop with skinny non dairy coconut lattes and little vegetarian cakes with wi-fi cubbies where I can plan art pieces and write blogs and plan my next move is a delicious thought. I decided it was time for this dream to become a reality… and… i went to the location of said coffee shop and its under construction. How long does it take to build a Starbucks? Its taunting me like a bitter politician every time I drive by. Apparently they are on a one nail a day quota.
There are a lot of people in this small place.. A lot. The Walmart here is where happiness goes to die. Driving here is a hoot. Lots of angry honkers. The guy at the strip mall plays his guitar and sings as loud as he can for money. He is apparently tone-deaf, poor guy. I give him a 10 when I go there, for hearing aids. We have been emotionally accosted twice for money by people with instruments. The afore-mentioned guy who sings Tejano music and a girl with a ukulele who sang “let it be” in the parking lot of grocery store. The jr high here looks a lot like a place I would expect to be dropped off when I can’t remember who I am anymore and the high school looks like a prison. I think its appropriate but my girls are not convinced that they need that kind of behavioral intervention.
Cowboy has changed too. I’m not even sure you can call him a cowboy anymore as he is no longer doing cowboy things. He wears athletic wear and is never anywhere without his neon. He is running… like marathon running, like olympic cross-country crap. I don’t think that’s normal. I mean I get going to the gym, and I get eating right, maybe even a jog or walk, but why you would want to run on purpose is beyond me. I dont want to do any activity that make me throw up or makes my thighs rub together at a high rate of speed.( fire hazzard) I get it if there is a bear or a fire or a trump rally, but why would you do that for any other reason than fight or flight? I dont remember this being in the brochure before we got married. He comes in and says ” I just ran a 7 mile minute, I was a little slow today”. Oh Bite me…. I think he needs a new name. I think I’ll call him The Flash from now on, at least until he decides to join the hells angels or a folk music band or something.