In which I’m driving to Chi-town.

My guru, Amma, is in Chicago today and tomorrow. I’m gonna take the Exploder and drive up there for darshan. I haven’t failed to see Mother in July in at least ten years; don’t see why I should start now.

V wants me to hitch a ride back to Fairfield to see Her this weekend but there’s no room with the couple who are going. Well, no room back here — they’ve got a space for the ride out but it’s occupied from Fairfield to Indy.

I haven’t decided yet if I’m leaving today or tomorrow. I haven’t discussed this plan with any of the devotees I know, so I don’t know who’s there to crash with or if I could find a cheap motel nearby.

My husband is adamant that I go today, but he has no idea how much money there isn’t in the checking account so I’m not really listening to him. On the other hand, I doubt I have it in me to drive up and back without sleeping in between so perhaps a motel is a must. Plus I could spend a night in blissful aloneness. Which is a lovely idea, truly.

I might drive up tomorrow, stay up all night for Devi Bhava, crash, and drive back the following evening. Dunno yet.

Anywho, I need to go surf for driving directions and possible motel reservations.

In other news, everything here in Selling Roofs Land is the same. The boys canvas, meet people, get paperwork signed, and bring me scope notes on graph paper. I type it all up into lovely Xactimate bids. We give the bids to the “management,” who promptly leave town for four days rather than approve our bids and give them back to us so we can sign contracts to put roofs on. It’s like any other job I’ve ever had: chaotic, disorganized, and frustrating. Fortunately, the three of us are fucking brilliant, so we’re doing better than nearly everyone else combined.

I have to decide in the next two days if I’m staying on here or asking LISCO for an extended LOA… or quitting a job I’ve had for six years. Bread and BoSe are committed to doing this roofing thing for the long haul, but oddly enough I’m getting a little homesick. I miss my girlfriends, I miss my dogs, I miss being able to snatch a little privacy here and there. Plus I actually like my job at LISCO and honestly don’t want to lose it. Of course, we could feasibly be here until Thanksgiving. Hell, I don’t know. I’ll go see Amma and decide after.

Have a lovely day, my babies!