Trying to reset, before moving on. Alex is home, and our house has become her closet. But in a good way. She leaves for Amsterdam on August 12, and packed her first day here. I believe everything she owns is spread over four rooms and our garage. In a weird way, this makes me happy. She’s with my folks this weekend, and will get a visit in with Steve’s next week. We’re doing goodbye dinners almost every night, trying to cram in all of the stories, well wishes and hugs into such a short time.
I don’t even know what to do with these emotions I have about her leaving. She-who-can-name-every-emotion is nameless. It’s joy, excitement, pride, fear, anticipation, worry and apprehension, all rolled into one.
We’re busier than busy at work. So busy, that our main bathroom at home has no electricity…and it’s been that way for a month. It will remain that way for another month. The vegetable garden is producing, but the rest of the yard…yeah, we won’t be winning any home beautiful contests this year.
Good news is that an “aha” idea I had at BlogHer last weekend manifested itself midweek. In a big way. Go figure on that “wishing and it will be yours” stuff. And one of Steve’s oldest friends is getting married today. In the mountains, and we’re staying in a cabin for the weekend. Did I mention, in the mountains?
Catching my breath. Feeling loved, and trying to spread it where I can. That means I’m tossing some over to you.