I had to stop and think where we left off.

I was crab galloping next to the nurses’ station.

“So what has happened since?” I ask for you.

Work was an F5 last week. I had an awful Thursday that led to me breaking down and sobbing when I stopped to help a dog (she was by herself on gravel road right next to the highway).

…to make it worse, she looked very similar to the dog we had when I was growing up.

As I was waiting on a call back from the vet, because I had no idea who else to call for assistance, a vehicle pulled onto the road. Turns out, it was the grandmother.

And this dog has a name. Becky.

After Becky was secure in her grandmother’s vehicle, I headed to El Dorado, crying all the way over and back. Clearly, I had a lot of feelings to unpack.

About a lot of things.

I would love to blame my Prednisone for all of the feelings. However, not entirely sure that is an actual side effect.

I eventually calmed down, but I admit, I had some very swollen eyes the next day.

But the next day was Friday. Payday.

The day I proudly wore my new hippie shirt and green jeans (who am I?!) over to one of my favorite plant shops in Wichita- Grow.

Where I went in for a boob planter.

And came back with the boob planter, a larger white planter, a small baby tears pilea, and a zig zag cactus.

Some people get baby fever. Others of us, well, it’s all about the plants.

Either way, I have to stop- for now. Until I move. Then I can get back to building my country jungle. My life’s true purpose.

Saturday. I had planned to take the teenager to his father, pick up my camera, go to Target for house things, and then there was something else.

The only thing that actually happened was dropping my kid off.

I decided some more time in Eskridge with one of my best friends was necessary. Lou and I discussed just hanging out. Helping her get her office all set up since she was buying a chair.

You know, adult things.

What happened is I met her in Emporia, she filled my car up with her grocery treasures, and we ended up at a Prairie Fire Winery. Where three bottles of wine, a corkscrew, a block of Alma cheese, and some olives were purchased.

Then we went to her place and unloaded everything.

Needless to say, the office did not get set up and we were in bed by 8:30. But I had a good time!

I’m still trying to take it easy with getting back-ish into the world. COVID isn’t gone, my vaccine doesn’t make me (or others around me) completely immune, etc, etc.

Even though we were practicing social distancing and masking, it was odd to do something spontaneous again. A good odd. Surreal.


Good thing I always go back and edit these- can’t leave out all the juicy bits.

As I was!

The Teenager’s truck is FINALLY running! Is it done?! Not at all. But he did give me a ride around the backyard- it made my mama heart happy.



I love love and am so happy for her. And can’t wait to meet him!

More posts to come (because I cannot be bothered to try to craft a smooth ending and I don’t have to. Plus I am ready to start my new blog post draft about gifting penis stitch markers).

Published by amberalice

I’m not sure how to summarize myself properly (I struggle with simply being human). But let’s give it a try! Spiritual witchy hippie who dreams of three day weekends and human rights for all. Lunch lady to the neighborhood birbs (white breasted nut hatches are the best!). Adore my jumping spiders. Oh, there are also 50 or so plants we share our home with. And some rogue lady bugs. It’s always interesting to see where they show up. Like on toilet paper. This is where I add a heavy dash of queer, neurodivergency, and vegetarianism. Am big on hugs- I give them most generously.

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