Satisfaction

My mouse quit. I don't know why. A good guess would be the battery. I don't know where Paul keeps batteries, and god forbid I should have my own stash. But if I solve the battery problem and find that isn't the mouse problem, I will be angry and frustrated. In order to avoid that, I use the touch pad on the keyboard. It's a pain in my neck, but saves me from finding out that I need a new mouse.

Thats how my brain works. It doesn't seem too logical to me.

It dawned on me today that I am hard to satisfy. I'm thinking that's not so good. I'm thinking I would really like to be content and satisfied.

When I got home today, after letting the dogs out and then back in, I stood looking at the floor plan of my house. I want it to be different. I want another floor, above. I want to open up the fireplace so it can be seen from both sides, and have the dining room where the living room is now, and move the living room into our current bedroom. The stairs to the next floor would be on that end of the house. The bathroom would be moved over to that end of the house, and space would be made for a foyer. The current dining room would become a cozy den, and I would close off my work space now, to make a small bedroom. Goodness. I'd have to change all the wallpaper.

I'm not sure yet how we're paying for this. Because I also want to add a dedicated two car garage to that side of the house, where we could just drive in. The current garage would become work space for our various projects, which we would do full time and become rich, on our own terms.

Do you think there is a market for an older, short, plump but exclusive call girl out there? Just a little something part time...

Paul said he would be okay with us getting a farm. But it would have to be geographically convenient to his job, which he is not leaving. And he is not going to work on the farm. "Thats your dream", he states. Logically so.

"Not a problem", I reply. "I've figured out how to bring value to my life, and get the help I need."

And I laid out my vision of 4 or 5 happy foster children, working on the farm. I would be home schooling, so their various issues wouldn't be fostered by the other hoodlums in public school. We would be a happy family, the happiest of families, growing our own food, feeding the al pacas, shearing their wool, making yarn and weaving it into wonderful blankets. The children would work together and learn skills that would bring success into their futures.

Paul says I should mentor or volunteer in a field rife with troubled children before I consider this. Thats why I keep him.

But I think I would be satisfied. For now I'll take a mouse that works.

Peace