Not An Out-Of-Blog Out-Of-Mind thingie...
I haven't said much the last six or so weeks about my bid to get the hell outa dodge aka houston ...
Remember my planned trip, over the just-passed Spring Equinox, to go experience my land in the Ozarks? And it's cancellation?
I got thwacked with ::does mental math:: TWO THOUSAND FORTY and some change, in MUST-PAY expenses-- above and beyond the day-to-day existence eked out-- since then.
Know what I did?
MET THEM. Head-on. One of the first times in my life I stepped up (outside of a marriage partnership) to do so.
Not only does this feel DAMN good, but... well, I get ahead of myself...
The preparations have continued despite the monetary massacre.
Some were other near-misses; five yes FIVE nails in ONE tire on ol' MollyMaroon's leggins' (for those of you who don't know, Molly is my Buick. Love-hate, like all relationships. Eh?).
Gods smiled, though; the nails were only in the ONE tire-- and that the only one not replaced in the last three months! Now it is, and baby (MollyMaroon) has [all 4] 'new shoes'!
Others were regular day-to-day stuffs: watching for food sales; gearing up (scrimpingly, but none the less...). Researching.
I will say this-- I've learned just how many green-papered Washington's I can put away or invest to getting to my farmland!
Hide and watch. I'm on a tear now. A mission. A Quest.
I'm going to Them Thar Hills...
I'm GOING, folks. I don't care if it harelips half of Harris County.
AW RIGHT!!! I think I love you! hehe!
:D Seriously, people... Standing by, but not idly.
And thankful I can.