“Progress!”
I received a text with some photos of the work done in my yard. What a nice couple to do this so I can monitor progress while I’m out of town! Can’t wait to see the finished project!
Snuggled in TOW-Wanda last night with my 7-year-old. We went to her end-of-year party at school and she was whupped. So was Nana! Today is swim meet then delivering furniture to daughter #2.
“In the Moment”
This is my point of reference in the coming weeks. Trying to see myself down the road is overwhelming. Trying to remember where I’ve been is painful. Reminding myself that I only have this moment keeps me centered and focused. I will work and live in this moment and all other moments will take care of themselves. Feeling pretty zen-like at the moment with a load of stuff in the car to be distributed. :-)
“Girls don’t need a camper to go camping!”
I’ve had people tell me they would love to join Sisters on the Fly but they don’t have a trailer. You actually don’t need a trailer to join. And if you do have one, it doesn’t need to be one of those cute vintage numbers you see in their news stories and books. Anyone with a sense of adventure who wants to join are welcome. You could sleep in a tent, or your car, or take a cue from this enterprising lady and set up a portable boudoir! Isn’t this fun?
“Fortune Cookie Wisdom”
OMGosh! This is too funny. I’m sure you have surmised by now that I am a Gemini with a hobby disorder. I get interested in something, go out and buy every supply I could possibly need for a lifetime of doing that particular hobby, only to lose interest once I have actually mastered the skill. It’s the learning that interests me, not the repetitious nature of the hobby itself. As a result, and with the knowledge that I am purging to prepare to sell my house…can you imagine the inner dialog when I read something like this??? lol Back away from the craft aisle and no one gets hurt. I have a glue gun and I’m NOT afraid to use it!!!
“Happy Mother’s Day!”
My older daughter called this week to figure out our Mother’s Day plans. Granddaughter #1 has a swim meet next weekend that I want to see so we’ll celebrate then. Daughter #2 was coming up this weekend but she has a final on Monday so I’ll see her next weekend as well. In the meantime, we can FaceTime. I love that.
Mr. Virgo always bought me flowers for Mother’s Day. And a gushy card. That man knew how to buy a gushy card! I have them all tucked away for safekeeping. Those will have to make the move with me. I usually plant my flower beds on Mother’s Day but this year we are under a winter storm warning! Seriously? I mean, we need the moisture but why can’t it just rain like it should at this time of year? It’s SPRING already! So, I’ll go to church and work on the house. And call those special women in my life.
“Live Music”
Sitting in my favorite little neighborhood restaurant, listening to a little trio playing, familiar faces around the room. I’ll miss this little town. Seems like I just started building a life here. A life on my own, anyway. I’m doing things I’ve never done before…or at least, not for a long time. It’s all good, though. There are a lot of opportunities where I’m headed and I have no fear. I have friends there. I’ll make more. And I can come back and visit whenever I want. This is a beautiful place, a beautiful evening, a beautiful life!
“Rerun of The Pile of Rocks”
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The Pile of Rocks.
My younger daughter wears her heart on her sleeve, just like I did when I was growing up. She’s the fixer, the tenderhearted one who wants everyone to be happy. It took me many, many years to finally gain the insight I needed to help her. She thinks in analogies like I do so this is how I taught her to take care of herself in her relationships.
“Letting Go”
As I begin the big purge, I look at these things I’ve dragged around with me most of my life. I’ve paid movers three times to tote a lot of it. I’ve boxed and unpacked countless times over the years. It’s exhausting. And totally unnecessary. I am having a garage sale on Saturday (the first of several, I am sure). I am asking my family what they want and giving them responsibility for the care and feeding of those heirlooms I won’t have room for. A daunting task, but I am determined!
“Acceptance”
Sometimes this new life I had thrust upon me sneaks up on me and bites me in the butt. I live my life. I am on my own. I have freedom to do what I want, pretty much. I have choices. This is all well and good till the execution of said choices involves half the manpower it used to. That’s when my aloneness rears up its ugly head and reminds me why that is. What used to be easier with two becomes a challenge for one. Facing a major downsize, yet another move, and all that it entails drove me to my inner sanctuary yesterday afternoon. I accomplished a lot in the garage then went to town to have the tires switched out. I came home and did a little self care…i.e., I took a nap. The stuff was still there afterward and I was better able to take another stab at it after a rest than I would have been had I pushed to work straight through.
“It’s All About the Boots!”
A long time ago, I bought a black and white cowgirl dress and matching boots. It was the coolest outfit, but I let my family embarrass me out of wearing them. I don’t know what ever happened to them but I wish I still had them. I always have my eyes peeled for a vintage pair and the louder, the better if I’m going to wear them for Sister events.