Gritty

Today I am having one of those days that causes me to grit my teeth. This is what I do when I am mad, irritated, frustrated etc. I grit my teeth. Sometimes to the point that they start to hurt in a really creepy sort of way.

Why am I gritty today? It's bound to happen every so often I guess. Bad mood... got up on the wrong side of the bed, all those sort of excuses. I do know that Rudy being in a bucking bronco, growling, jumping and making constant demands mood of his own is not helping matters for me today. The fact that this Airstream is now full of shit beyond capacity has been eating at me for awhile now too. There are piles of "stuff" all over the place. Stupid, stupid piles of stuff. The stuff is working it's way into our living space. I sit in a booth with my laptop to work and it's also where we sit to eat. Half.... yes HALF of my side of the booth seat is full of stuff. A big bag of yarn and half finished crochet projects, a stack of fat cookbooks, my camera bag, a box of cereal (no room in the cupboard for it) and various USB cables, a few magazines and my purse are a sampling of what is piled up here next to me. These things are here because all of our closets, cupboards and cubbies are full to the max and there is no place else to keep stuff. The truck is full too. It's nuts.

What am I going to DO about this? The answer remains to be seen. I could freak out and go on a rampage and throw a bunch of stuff away... or I can deal with living like a crazy old cat lady who hoards shit. Today I am leaning toward the freak out. Tomorrow I may embrace my pile of crap and be glad to have it available to riffle through.

I also think I am steadily gaining a colony of ants in my pants over the fact that we are sticking put in this one location for so long. I am ready to move, move, move. Maybe if I loved the area more I would feel differently. But as it turns out Texas is just not my cup of tea. Not for three solid months in winter anyway. I am longing to be someplace new. Or old.... just not Texas.

Sigh. I guess I just wanted to vent. Now I am going to go wrangle some more piles of stuff. And grit my teeth some more. I will get my head screwed back on straight before the day is out. I will... or I will end up in an emergency dental clinic with shattered bicuspids.