The road...

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A Danish proverb:
"The road to a fiends house is never long"
I am feeling this today.
My niece left this am to go on back to New Mexico. Her visit was truly refreshing for me. She added a new feeling of... something else. I dont know if she has a peace about her that adds something more to the house. I think it is new perspective and I respect her. She is still a kid and we all have so much to learn but when you add someone new to the mix it is always a good thing. I think she found out about our lives and we saw a glimpse of hers. It is all good, and I now feel that I have a friend as well as a niece in New Mexico. the other night I mentioned something to the effect of a lesson needs to be learned at every stage of her life and she just needs to learn it in ITS time. She said well what is the lesson?, Sheeesh if I know Kay but there is a lesson in not rushing through life. She has had an opportunity to go to Africa as a volunteer for rape crisis which is her goal. She was considering leaving school to pursue this dream. We talked about it a bit and it appears as if she sees that she may be of more help to them after she graduates from college with her bachelors but before she goes to graduate school. So the lesson is patience, and she will be at someones side in her hometown that needs her. I Love her and hope to develop some her qualities when I grow up.
Another friends found their way to my house and I am so happy I could be there for her in any way possible. She lost her devoted and beloved husband a few weeks back and she is in a state of "What the F$%^" We talked about the ideas of after HERE, and the idea of where are our loved ones and what can we do to help ourselves until we all meet again. I hope I helped her. If anything I hope we can develop a friendship that has been so perculating for years. She always seemed to "GET" me. I seemed to "GET" her, we are both a little quirky and it worked. I want to help her with her loss, but more than that I want to be her friend.
My girls are good, My boy is good, My man is a pain in the ass. he at times seems to react to not being the center of attention. I seldom see him sit back and listen to other people talk. he seems unable to be passive bystander. I dont know if he has always been like this or if it is something I am just noticing but it is driving me crazy. I am unable to talk to him about this stuff because he is so reactionary. I guess Jacks behavior is not so far fetched after all. Just that Jack is three, Andy is 41!!!!!!
This is it for the moment. Love to all.

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