Who Needs Sleep?

What a weekend.

Today I bought a ticket for Alisa to fly home on July 5.  I don't think she is very happy about that.   Truth be told, I feel sad too.  As much as I miss her and want her to come home, I wish she could stay longer.   She has had such a great year,  and I am so proud of her, and so happy for all that she got to do and see.  It' s hard to believe it's over already.  She has some tough goodbyes ahead of her too,  and I hate goodbyes.

Yesterday, Mr. Farmer Next Door started watering the weeds that grow in his field and that he refers to as crops.   He has spent a good chunk of the spring digging up his field and moving lots of dirt around with big noisy machinery to install a fancy new irrigation system.  We had our hopes up that all of his work would mean no more water worries for us.  Yesterday he turned it on for the first time and it is about the stupidest thing I have ever seen.  It basically amounts to thousands and thousands  of gallons of water gushing aimlessly onto the edge of the field, about 20 feet from my house.  Needless to say, this makes me nervous.  As in needing a Xanax nervous.  I expect any moment now for the water to start gushing up out of my basement floor again, and soaking into my brand new, freshly painted sheetrock.  If that happens, I will die.  I will throw up, and then I will die.   So instead of a fireplace in our new family room,  we may be installing a sump pump.

And today we drove to Logan to drop off some kids and retrieve others.  While we were up there in the old 'hood, we got distressing news that there are rumors that our renters are moving.  We haven't heard anything official, but since our property manager is the biggest ditz on the planet, it wouldn't surprise me if we were the last to know.   The thoughts of having to find new renters is depressing.  The thoughts of having to make the house payment in the meantime is even more depressing.  On top of all that, driving through Logan made me so sad.  I still miss it so much.  I miss the trees and the mountains, and the feeling of home, and everything about the life we left behind there.  I wonder when that will ever fade.
 
So, an empty bank account and a racing mind. If all THAT is not enough to keep me tossing and turning at night,  Maggie is sitting at my feet, and she has the WORST GAS ever.  It's like living in a refinery.