I'm on vacation. One of the best ones ever.
We were supposed to pile into a vehicle and travel hundreds of miles on Tuesday, but decided:
a) the moulah was a bit more than what we wanted to shell out.
b) we had so much to do at home.
c) is it really a vacation if it just adds stress?
My hubby is putting in serious hours on our big remodeling project. I've helped there, too. I managed to work out the details for a creative writing class I'm teaching to kids this fall, build several characters and throw together a skeleton plot for a cozy mystery that I'm going to be writing with a friend, and I sent out a piece to Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul.
Even more impressive...are you ready? All the laundry is clean.
Sorry if I confused all of you with the whole national security thing.
If I had shared anymore details, I'd have to come after you and ...... well you know the rest. And frankly, if I didn't want to shell out the money for gas to Ohio, chances are I'd really be crabby having to travel all over the country. Janet and Heather alone would break the bank.
So, now I'm going to get back to work killing off some guy in my novel, and putting away all that clean laundry. Laundry inspires hostility, maybe I should put it away first.
Happy weekend everyone!
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.