I may have lied...

... or maybe not.  This isn't a Monday Musing.  However, it is considered blogging so that kinda-sorta makes me a liar.  I hope not because I know that lying is a terrible thing.  We've tried to teach our MYP that since they could understand.  And here I am being a lousy example to the watching eyes.

Anyway!  Here I am.  Just two weeks later typing up a blog post.  Why you ask?  Well to be perfectly honest, I was a bit sad that I wasn't going to blog anymore.  The Chairman asked me after I told him I was quitting, 'are you sure?'.  One of the MYP asked me the next day, 'don't you want to record special milestones?'  Then today I just read about the Pioneer Woman's sweet Basset Hound Charlie dying.  I got a bit teary-eyed of course and was thinking how much I would want to therapeutically write a post when Lisi finishes her days (which I hope isn't real soon).

So!  I may continue blogging but only at a pace that isn't every Monday.  Or maybe it will.  I have no idea.  I'll type along when inspiration strikes - if only for the amusement and record for our own family.  Will see.

So!  We just had our house bursting with family again.  I think the word 'blessed' is sometimes overused but I feel completely justified to use it when describing my own family.  I still have living and loving parents.  I have a sister and a brother who both have spouses I adore.  I have nephews and nieces who were adorable babies and now are friends to me.  And a good majority of them were with us for the weekend from far away places.  Yes, I am blessed and I have and always will give thanks for what I have.

If you know the Chairman, you might know that he isn't really big into changes (unless wheels are involved).  So the other day when I texted a picture of some furniture and asked him what he thought - I figured I'd wander off and that would be that.  He responded, 'sure'.  Oh?  Really?  A few more calls made and within an hour of walking into the store, I had three humongous boxes in my garage and a slight pit in my stomach.  Did I do the right thing?  What if he hates it?  How do I ever return this when it's all unpacked?  What in the world do I do with these mountains of cardboard?  Thankfully, it all passed the rigid test of the Chairman and the cardboard was mostly consumed with a pyromaniac, gas-in-hand son.

So the blessings of family also bring the mountains of sheets and towels that need to be run through the cycles.  I better go do something more productive.

So this is enough today!  Glad to touch base again.  Will just see how life unfolds and as inspiration strikes how much I type up on here.  Thanks for all your support!  💕

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