Angelwatcher: Long Hard Look

Well... I had my interview and all went well.

There is such a difference in a small town. They are very in-tuned with "families" in general around here. There is no complaining about "illegal immigrants" the folk around here accept ( for the most part ) everyone. They are trusting and kind and are ready to give a helping hand should you need one. And they are not afraid to ask you any questions at all.

I had a Pastor call me about a sitting job for one of the people in his "flock". After asking me about all kinds of things; he invited us to his church. But before inviting me; he said and I quote,"guess being from Austin, you probably don't know allot about going to church".

Thank you God that we were talking on the phone because I just doubled up in laughter. I knew he was from an "older" generation of Pastors that feel that outside of their world it is just plain sin. He also explained to me that the neighborhood that the lady lived in was at one time the "Finest" neighborhood in Mount Pleasant. Though it is no longer the finest; it definitely is still one of the finest around.

I am enjoying watching people around here; and just listening to them talk about "back in the day". My Father in-law was sharing with me how when he was in High school he skipped out to go to the Movies

; and when he got home he got a whipping; and the next morning at school he got another one. I enjoy hearing how he and my Mother in-law met. Their lives back then were so simple and endearing.

I could just picture myself there with them. I am so grateful to God that I have them in my life. Their love is unconditional and they seem to enjoy hearing

about my "going ons" in Austin. They do understand that I miss the "kids" young and old alike. And that I do miss the families as well.

I know a few of you are aware of my own family in San Antonio. Well sadly enough I have had to say "goodbye" to them.

For how long I don't know. I only know that at this time in my life I want to be a "better" me. Since I have "left" them, (moved farther away); I am no longer welcomed. They love me but do not like me. And I have come to be at peace (as best I can) with this. I do love them dearly; but I love my kids more.....enough so that the Doctor said if I don't do something different then I may have to have surgery.

Guess what??? I am not doing surgery. The Doctor feels that my Meiniers is probably triggered by "emotional stress". So that is the road that I will travel for now. Of course it makes it so much easier knowing that I am cared about, by so many friends

. That I have places I can go and stay and be me. When I told you all that I would miss you more than my own family,

I truly meant that. So many of you have walked with me during some really ugly times; you've listened and hugged and listened some more. For that I am so thankful.

Ok enough of that; today Dale found a snake and picked it up to show me what a "copper head" looked like. I told him I was not ready to be a widow

. And if he had nothing better to do than play with snakes then he not me needed to go and get a JOB. Seriously the house on the outside is so nice looking. They are almost finished painting the Picket fence. And Dale is like a kid in a "toy store".