"I don't like spiders and snakes" (who sings that?)

It's Saturday and I seem to have time to think and process and acknowledge and sift through and come to some conclusions by Saturday. I used to get up early and feel excited by Saturdays. Now I appreciate the opportunity to mellow on a Saturday...let the week soak in. Be. Don't worry about doing. Delicous.
In lieu of my construction process, today I have some bullet items that I've learned this week. Not without some mistakes, mind you, but learned all the same.
*Don't be friends with a snake.
(Remember the Garden of Eden )
*Pray before ANY decision, no matter how "good" it seems at the time.
(I'm way too trusting and needy for something...can't figure that out exactly.)
*Don't offer any info to the snake.
*Snakebites have venom.
*I'm too precious to be connected to something slithery and cold and lowdown.

a tractor among the motorcycles

I was driving in the country yesterday and in front of an ice house, I saw a row of motorcycles and one tractor. It cracked me up! Someone parked his tractor at the ice house??
Today I feel like that. I just don't fit in with the vision of myself. I knew when I got done teaching I was glad to be "myself" and not my teaching persona, but a week into the vacation, and I've not found "my place" yet. I know it all is under the change that comes with a divorce, but I wasn't prepared for that "I don't know who I am" again. I had that at first for several months into the separation, but I'd thought I was all "set" but I can tell now I'm not. I'm like jello..still jiggly and not "set". That's OK, now that I understand what's going on. It unnerved me for the last few days but today I figured out what's happening.
Whew...I'm just a tractor surrounded by motorcycles. I may always be different, and that's ok, but I may just be in transition. This is my journey and I'm learning as I go.

Summertime....and the livin' is easy.....

"Summertime, summertime, sum- sum- summertime" is a song from years back. The time frame holds rich possibilities for me. Each day is a gift that I've longed for and looked forward to and had to wait for. I feel free. What will I do with each day? I'm filled with hope and joy.
Friday when I turned in my keys I had no idea that at that moment, I would feel free. A weight lifted from my shoulders. Later that afternoon, when I walked across my street to the mailbox, I felt different than I had for most of this year. I realized I was "Cynthia" again and not Mrs. (last name) for a parcel of time and I liked that. I've missed her. I've had to take on a different persona being a teacher full time and I'm ready to reclaim me.
I read the paper from front to back today looking for, and thinking about, "what's out there that I'd like to do/see/experience"? I looked through the movies, but I don't want to be inside. I'll want to visit some beaches on weekends; places I've never gone to. Someone wrote about a "grateful" journal. Someone else wrote about adventures and what they feel like. I want to push my boundries and have some adventures of my own. Of course, going to Rome with Mamma and my two sisters will fall under that category bigtime!
I had my granddaughter over last night for our first "sleepover". It was fun and this morning with her hair hanging down to her chin, totally covering her face, and mine spiked up every whichway, I just laughed at the sight we made!
I want to do something new each day and that will take some thought. Of course, today I stayed in my jammies all day and that didn't take any planning, but I think I'll drive somewhere before I call it a day. I want to get outdoors every single day.
Today was delicious and totally enjoyed. Reading the paper on the day it came was a treat! Watching movies was just delightful. No plans to write tonight. Yippeeeeee. Teaching produces things always hanging over you. It's such a relief to be out from under that pressure. My neck aches need a reprieve.
So that's about it for today. I hope to write regularly and I'm glad I have my time back.
In the good ole summertime....