The Good Stuff

The bad stuff in my life right now is getting a little better. There is a plan of attack to make it go away. It is complicated and frustrating and scary and exciting all at once. It won't be easy, of course. Why should it be?

But there is also some good stuff. I got home yesterday and found a surprise waiting for me. My awesome friend Richard, aka Horsebites, had gifted me with a print of my favorite of his paintings.



Growing up, I spent a lot of family vacations in Orlando, Florida, and at Disney World in particular. There are both good and bad memories. Some dark stuff happened...like the time my dad jammed cigarette butts from the car ashtray into my mouth while we were stuck in Orlando traffic because I was being a smart-ass. (Yeah, we don't talk anymore.) The same dad would ride every roller coaster with me and act like a giant goofball. For some reason, I feel like this picture adequately captures those memories, the good ones and the bad ones. I've coveted it since I saw the original hanging in a gallery in Lancaster.

Thanks, Richard.

Now, after reading this, go buy some of his stuff, pronto. He's staying at my house right now, and he eats like a horse, so he needs to be making some cash! (I might also make a comment about his penchant for passing very loud gas on my couch, but I am a respectable lady, and will refrain from such talk.)