Just went for my walk, got some energy back and my walks are such a touchstone of my life. I've always walked, except when I wasn't in my body, I'd walk for hours and hours. I think I hurt myself like that. I'm more moderate now.

But Theresa, the one I confronted, was out in front of the house talking to, I guess, her Spanish maid (our lake is a bit on the yuppy side, I live in a tiny 600 s.f. run down cabin, soon to be replaced with a $2 million dollar home:mad:). But, anyway, I said "looks like it's kids and dogs day" because the mexican lady had two kids with her and three dogs were out.

Theresa totally ignored me.

At first, my brain went, "I hate f***cking people", but then, as soon as I noticed I was losing my peace, I changed it to, "perhaps she's just embarassed." "Who knows what she has going on, the most important thing is that you cleared the air for yourself and got it off your chest, if she's hurt, can't stand you, or just has a tampon up her a*ss, it doesn't matter, what matters is your feelings." "And if she's offended, she should have said so when we talked. Don't want someone as a friend who can't do that."

I think my thought patterns are getting better.