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Duchess is my mother.  She is coming here for about 10 days.  I love it when she comes.  We are very close.  She doesn’t come often so I am all excited.

I do extra cleaning and buy new stuff before she gets here because I want her to be happy and surprised.  My men think I am ridiculous.  When I started doing that the other day, they looked at each other, rolled their eyes and E said “Here we go…”

I said “What do you mean?”

And he said that the boys once described my mother and I as a Two Person Cult .  That sounds just like 19 .  He has a wonderful way with words.

I think it is hard for kids to see their mother as someone else’s kid.  Also this is such a male dominated household I think that the way women interact is foreign to them and just seems a bit odd.

I am not going to lie.  I was a little annoyed when he said it but now I think it’s funny.

There will be no clouds in my sky.

I choose to bask in the sunlight.

This is a picture of me from last Christmas.  That was the last time she was here.  It accurately reflects my mood so I am using it!

I have started painting again.  For those of you who are new here, I KNOW I HAVE NO TALENT. I get that part.  I just paint for peace of mind.

This one is a work in progress.  I showed it to my family and asked them if they liked it

16 asked “is it a leaf?”-

It is not – but I can see how he got there. “No,” I said, “but do you like it?”  His responce “I don’t know what it is.”

So I asked 19 what he thought.

He asked me “what is it?”

I said “abstract art”

He said “Yea, but what was it meant to convey?”

I just looked at him.  He pursued “What was your inspiration?”

My responce “I didn’t really have any.”

“Well,” he says, “Then how would I know if it is any good if I didn’t know what you were trying to do?”

Undaunted I inquired of my husband.  The man who married me.  The man who said he would love me for better or for worse, come what may, in good times and in bad.

He said  (no lie) “it looks like four butts squeezed together.”

Okay, I get that painting is not my fast ball . . .  but word to the wise: Should some family member or yours (who has be stressed and pressed quite noticeably) shows you something they’ve worked  on they are looking, not for a meaningful critique but for a little support and encouragement.

Would a little white lie hurt that much?  “Oh that’s nice” would have done just fine.

P.S  typically it is not wise to piss of the chick that does all of the cooking, cleaning and bill paying. Just sayin.’

. . . so I am starting to feel better.

Lots of little stressors going on and you know how that is.  One thing gets you going and the others just pile on.  Then the next thing you know you are Somewhere East of Reason and you are not quite sure how you got there.

I am having trouble obeying Rule 33 Don’t Let Your Emotions Straddle Events. Lots of events. Lots of adrenaline.  Like I said, you know how it goes.  So I am going to ease the irrationality of my idle mind with a game plan.  Here it is:

Work – that means continue writing my book.

Make E take me to lunch.

Clean something . . .  I have a lot to choose from.

Call Duchess and tell her I cleaned something.

She will probably tell me I ought to do that sort of thing more often, and she would be right.  But I am going to call and tell her anyway.

Scintillating?  No.

Effective?  I sure hope so.

I have been busy.  I have been annoyed.  And it doesn’t seem as if either one of those things are going to go away anytime soon.

Hence this less than uplifting blog.

I was going to come back here with some answers to questions asked of me over the last few days.  But I am not in the right frame of mind.  I don’t like to give out advice on days I am feeling less than level headed myself.

I will say this though, I have made a great deal of progress on my Long Fuse Big Boom problem.  I now speak up more frequently, with calm, equanimity and rationality.  I have stopped allowing people to push me into corners because I’d rather not be bothered.  Small things do add up.  And I am realizing with greater frequency that I am not always doing a good thing by just going along to get along.

I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.  But you can’t just let any old dumb thing happen.  I speak when needed.  Request whenever possible. Command when necessary and do so in a manner that gets me what I want without any hint of anger, though that may be what I am feeling.

I haven’t played tennis in over a week.  I need to hit something that won’t file charges against me if I do.

Peace.

If you have it can you pass some this way?

So you guys know I don’t go out much right?  Well they had the Creative Arts Emmy presentation last Friday.  This is the technical Emmys where people who do anything from lighting design to make up get their awards.   They added best judge show category to it this year and Divorce Court was nominated.  We didn’t win but it really was cool to be nominated.

Since I came they also asked me to present a few awards. Now THAT made me nervous!

They wanted all of the presenters to do 30 seconds of entertaining banner before they got into it.  I don’t know why but I got all bent out of shape about it.

But it went well.  I didn’t tell any jokes . . . which at an awards ceremony are usually the kiss of death.  But my delivery was funny and everybody laughed so that was cool.  I was so relieved when it was over nothing else mattered.

I do TV and make speeches all of the time.  Weird that I would get bent out of shape about that.  I think maybe it was because I was talking to people ALL OF WHOM were in the industry.  But anyway . . . now I have a new experience under my belt and a new fear behind me.  All a part of the journey

My sister came with me.  It was fun.  She and I got to get all dressed up and hang out together. This is us after we did hair and makeup but before we got dressed: