Now it's time to get down to the business of musing. Once again, I'm not sure what my brain and fingers will produce.
You know that incredibly refreshing feeling of getting rid of old stuff? I enjoyed that emotion again a couple days ago. It started out that I was going to just reorganize my side of the closet. Two industrial-strength black garbage bags later, I was done.
There was a wedding in our neighborhood on Saturday. Actually, the wedding was somewhere else, but the bride and all the bridal party was there getting ready and then this huge bus came and took all 7 bridesmaids, 2 junior bridesmaids, and 3 cute little flower girls to the festivities. We didn't want to miss out on the action.
Does this happen to anyone else? Two parents. Two of the MYP. Two games at the same time in opposite directions. A frantic call that there is a missing piece of equipment discovered after a 40-minute drive to the location. We both drive like banshees and meet half-way. Both of the MYP late for the prearranged practice before the game. Big heavy sigh. And a waste of gas money. Or maybe it is just us.
I'm trying to do my shoulder exercises. I'm not as diligent as I should be, but I almost want to believe they are working a bit. They hurt if nothing else. I'd just sure like to avoid surgery if I can. Since I'm nearly a control freak, I can't fathom not combing my own hair, not making bread, not doing the shopping, not hauling laundry, not wrestling with the MYP. I just cannot imagine. So I continue to lift my soup can over my head and side to side.
Tomorrow the wood is being delivered! A full and another face cord for a good measure. Three racks that need to be filled with some good heavy oak. The promises of cozy-warm this winter. A good workout for a bum shoulder. Some perfect time to quietly think while doing the mundane. No, I don't work, but tomorrow I will be for sure.
We heard of another young life sadly being taken too soon. It makes one give pause and realize that life is a gift we've been loaned. And even the longest life is but a moment really. I don't want to forget this.
I think this is enough. Here's a few things I saw this past week that made me smile.
Calvin and Hobbes. I always loved the polls.
And this... just because they were my reading companions today: