I HATE THIS WEATHER. No joke, I don’t think I can stand another summer of intense heat. My goodness it is barely May and it is hot. We never had spring—we had a segue from winter to summer that lasted a couple weeks, but that is a poor excuse for the most glorious season there is. The weather is depressing and miserable and I know I am not a Texan. I never adjusted.

I love deeper than I thought. As I shopped and went to the recital, I realized my heart is a goner. And I am torn so bad. There is no easy answer. I had no idea. I genuinely did not have an idea I felt this deeply until it hit. Yet Dr. Hayes is right in his reasoning. You cannot base decisions on people. I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY!!!!!!!!!! Whoa! This is why I write. I just got something I did not get. Or I started to get it. I think. More later. This might be the beginning of my answer.

Okay, anyway, so I went to Barnes and Noble, crying all the way, and bought the latest issue of Dance magazine and a dictionary of classical ballet. Then I sat in a big poofy chair and absorbed impressionistic paintings (of dancers mostly) and read about how to plant a lily-of-the-valley. I went to Brookshire’s and doted on Britney’s brilliant cashiering and went to Caldwell and saw Kelli dance, as well as Lindsay. Then I came home and ate but I have to go back out even though it is 9:30. They have a favorite gift on sale at Brookshire’s for half price and I know it will be gone since this is Mother’s Day weekend so I have to go. I have never ever seen it this cheap. But I don’t mind a drive—especially with the latest insight that sparked a possible answer.

You cannot base decisions on people.