Getting better/Second chances/Plans…

Yesterday was a progressive day for me; sat in the office talking to Amy on the phone most of my morning. Which was nice only during the sporadic points did she try to push me into calling Jackson making nicey nice to him -- I didn’t. I did however write a book of an e-mail explaining some of my feelings and why I reacted so to Jessica, whether she read it or could understand my ramblings is anyone’s guess.
Then sat down and looked at my house plans that will be jabbed on the lot soon, making minor adjustments here and there. Spoke with and electrician seeing what problems might occur if I wanted special plugs on every wall and wiring on the inside. I made the wrong job plan and should have been an electrician. I really want a metal stamped roof, not the farm house style but they look like shingles only in metal sheets. The house is a contemporary rancher with 3 bedrooms and 2.5 baths; one big change was the kitchen -- making it larger. The majority of home time is spent there, ever have a party and where does everyone flock to? The kitchen!
We have this cool software that messes around with the topology of land, you put in the size specifications of the land and the elevations and “work” the lawn until it’s to your liking. Then you can make a 3D version of the lot and get what Lori calls “Lego’s” out and construct the house on it to scale. I snagged the Lego’s from my Pops office a while back. He uses them on his high end clients instead of drawings.
After the second marathon phone call from Amy that day I really needed to get out and look at some job sites and talk to a few prospective customers and give Bee a visit.
Stopped off to see Bee first, it was a good thing too, and she made my favorite cookies and had a whole dish full. We sat and talked and ate and moped with her, I wanted some pity. Not sure if it was the past week events or the reoccurring ones at home that have me in this rut. At times I feel I made a huge mistake and should have gone on to get my degree in writing and working for the paper in Atlanta. Planning to write that book and hopefully do some traveling and jot those experiences down as well. At any rate maybe the trip Luke and I have going might help me sort my feelings out. While I was visiting with Bee, Jackson text me asking a few questions on a whole different matter, I wasn’t really in the mood for a chat with him just yet, maybe today.