OK, I have to find some comedy in my life. Either I need to become a romance writer and take advantage of the new self-publishing through Amazon.com and sell my book, online for $.99 or ?? I don’t know. Well, I do love writing; I am hanging onto a cliff, so-to-speak, financially, and hubby dear is in Mexico for weeks on-end, sending me bits of info on “our” new project .

He tells me it is good — the Mexican government loves this idea of taking the garbage and converting it to energy, through his patent-pending gasification process. I see letters of intent, I see everything in Spanish, of which my 4+ years of studying, seems to help only a teeny-weeny bit. (Thank goodness for Google Translate.) He reminds me that we’ll be doing good for other people, providing jobs, cleaning up the city. I know, it sounds good.

But, either way, if this goes, Great, if not, this is the classic adventure novel, that I am sure I can write based on my life with hubby-dear. Maybe he is right, “look, you have become a good writer because of all this stress you’ve endured for the past 34 years.” 

Yes, he is the optimist. I claim to be the realist. (Well, I do handle the books, rob Peter to pay Paul, etc, etc.) But, he is the faith believing optimist.

So, I think I can do this. I will look at the comedy of my situation today, because if I don’t, I will go crazy. I have dug through my boxes in the garage, looking for some photos, and found my old treasure map of “El Corazon” — I made one of these based on the movie “Romancing the Stone”.I was teaching gospel doctrine at the time, and was using this map as a visual aid.

Our life’s journey needs a treasure map. I need to see the treasure at the end. We need to remember what treasure we are seeking and refer to our map often, in this Heart-wrenching Hades in which we live.

It’s a jungle out there” you know.

I had all my kids make one for Family Night. They each got a paper bag, cut it to make a map, drew whatever they wanted for their life’s journey — rivers to cross, roads to avoid, covenants to take, etc. Then we put them in water, to make the paper look old and worn, and scrunched it up in a ball and wrung it out. I think I even added some fabric softener. After a few times it looked ancient. Then we let them dry.

Folding it you see the heart, that leads you to the jewel:

I think I better send mine down to hubby-dear in Mexico. Yea. Maybe I should do that. And then I am going to write this book. If Jean Wilder can do it, I can. I’ve been living the life.

This is hubby-dear’s company truck, it used to look like this: (2007 Toyota Tundra)

Now it’s seen too much life:

And this was his text message to me last night:
 
“120 km to San Carlos. It’s 8:00. I haven’t eaten today except for some yogurt in the a.m. Ivan is taking us back then to dinner. The road is good but narrow and drops off to the right shoulder. These r my concerns now; and to watch the road when Ivan’s girlfriend calls.”
Not The End.