Working in the Mine

HRILING MINDS want to know...

Where is peace?

So this morning I had put some bins of sticks I picked up from under trees on the carrier at the back of my van and took that to the recycle center they provide 2 big dumpsters for yard waste...makes it easy to get rid of stuff.  It's good to get rid of stuff!! 

Once I got back home I had 4 more piles of trimmings to put in those bins and soon enough that will be taken away.  I can  fit 2 bins on and each time I go to town and  drop them off...so in 2 trips, but then the trailer is also full of the big stuff so once that dries out some and will lay flatter I will tow the trailer in and  unload it...

So very humid, it's currently raining, and a tropical storm is coming up out of the Gulf to our South and pushing really horrible humid air up this way like we really need MORE humid air! 

So far I have been unable to dilute the salt in my life, unless I move to an undisclosed location that is probably not going to happen.  My son is a real PIA to me at this time in our timeline.   I love him dearly, but he brings no peace to me. 
So I started cleaning out my unwanted clothes.  Most of my clothes are old worn out and have long since outlived their shelf life, but I hang onto my comfy stuff.  I did replace a lot of my shorts with the new bike shorts.  Those fit good they don't sag and they keep their shape even when you sweat which I do a lot.  And they pack down really easy.  You can stack 10 pair and squash down to nothing.  

I did make a pile of unwanted shorts, and tanks.  I can't wear white up around my face my complexion is not made for white.  And some others are just not my favs so away they go.  

At one time all my belongs could fit in the back of an suv easily.   I have a house full again.  I ran away from home not once but twice in my lifetime and even at this age I think I could do it again.  When I feel overwhelmed I just want to say "what the heck" and walk away...

The Peace I have been in search of seems unobtainable. 

My mom and I were a lot alike when it comes to other people's BS.  We don't mind helping and would give the shirt off our back but at some point we want you to just GO AWAY! 

I think that's why she and I got along so well...neither of us were a people person, we love our family but we wanted our tranquility.  We had deep respect for each others space and developed a good routine of how we handled stress of living in the same house.  She loved Westerns on TV I could watch or go to my room close the door and do something else when it was her Western time.  Most of the time I'd watch one with her and then go sit on the porch till she was ready to join me or I'd work on my laptop.

My son does not live with me currently good thing because that I could never do that again I did it for 18 months when he lost his apartment,  he is impossible to get along with...no wonder he is still single at this time in his life.  I often wonder how did this spirit ever come from mine??? We are like oil and water night and day there is only one thing we have in common, we like the same type books and movies, and politically we are very close he is more moderate than I am.  

Anyways I feel like I'm in a Salt mine, it just keeps blowing in and I'm waiting on some cleansing rain to put in my jar.  Distance may be the answer.