It's my Friday! Woo hoo! Although the week has not been a bad week, I am glad it is over again. I love my weekends, so I can hole up in my house and do what I want. Monday night I have a date with the girls. Jacquie is making Chicken Marsala for dinner and I am going there to eat, laugh and do crafty type things. I love those girls. There's an apartment full of them. the youngest is 18 and Jacquie is going to be 30 in a few days. It's something different for me, I rarely leave my house to go to anyone's home, except if it a family birthday or something like that.
I spent a lot of time when I was in my twenties living in "alternative" living quarters. When I was rebellious, I lived in my car at the harbor. Sounds stupid doesn't it? That was before there were homeless people. My boyfriend and I were working on a fishing boat getting it ready to be put in the water, so we could fish commercially. When we finally launched it, we lived on the boat. After a year of that, we got another boat, and lived there for another four years. My boyfriend had a little problem and his little problem became very irritating to me, and since I was young and flighty, I left. Which left me homeless. I had bought a truck with a camper on it, so when I came home to my harbor town, I lived on the beach in my camper for two years. The officials run every one off now, you have to pay to stay anywhere now. I finally went to school to get some sort of skill that I could use other than in water, and got a "real" job. That lead to me buying a mobile home and then into this home. During the years I spent in the car, on the boat and in the camper taught me to live well by myself. There wasn't a lot of "hey come on over to my place and watch TV" or "come have dinner"...none of us who lived in those situations had much for space. I did a lot of reading (by kerosene lantern) and crafting. And playing a lot on the beach with my dogs..there was always room for the dogs. So, I suppose what is happening here is that I spent my formative years as a recluse and it is taking me a long time to get out of the habit. I'm not unhappy about it, but there are people that I want to spend time with away from work and I just have to get into the habit of visiting and being visited. It is fun, let me tell ya.
(I'm am also coming to the realization that having a full fledged house is a lot more work than a camper!!!)