Joan no longer has to search for greener pastures, having finally—after a two-year search—purchased some for her and her horses. Now she has to build: house, barn, fence. Her contractor, a moody alcoholic, had his driver’s license suspended, so Joan chauffeurs him to and fro each day. She remains upbeat, seeing everyone as her guru.
That's potentially a good way to see the world. But only potentially.
ReplyDeleteI both love Joan, and worry for her.
ReplyDeleteMy feelings exactly.
DeleteI wish I had a little bit of Joan in me.
ReplyDeleteMixed feelings here too. Optimism + boundaries is recommended.
ReplyDeleteHmm, Joan should be more discerning with gurus
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