I'm sitting at my kitchen table, candles burning and a super delicious petite syrah in my wine glass. We're attempting to book a (rather stressful, very expensive) little anniversary trip for our upcoming (wait for it) anniversary and it's not going very smoothly. Arline rates are changing by the minute and the prices keep going up (by hundreds and hundreds of dollars) and even the pretty candles and yummy wine aren't helping.
Bummer. And expedia.com? Right now we are so not friends.
But...we do have turkish neighbors who cook and, well, that's a really good thing.
I've been working SO MANY hours...not the paid kind of hours but the regular hours plus a whole bunch more. I'm tired. And the early hours, thanks to east coast clients, is early.
But...there is something about this little house on this little street in the darkness of the early morns. Everything is still and clean and quiet and the conversations that I'm able to have with God are rather long and serious and...fulfilling.
So yes, I'm tired. But yes, it's worth it.
I'm good until about 2:00pm when I. just. cannot. move. any. more.
As long as I remain standing, I'm good. But whew...if my bottom hits the couch then it's all over. Totally not a bad thing unless the remote isn't within reach and if that happens, I simply stare at the dark TV until I begin to stare at the dark of my inner eyelids.
That guy that I like so much was gone for a week and left me with Thing One and Thing Two...or boys two and three if you're trying to keep track of who's who.
They're quite the duo and quite entertaining when they aren't making me pull my hair out. Seriously...why do these boys of mine, who obviously have big, big brains cannot remember things like taking out the trash or walking the dog unless I ask?
But then there's my hiking trail which has literally burst into life in the last month or so. This is my sanctuary...the place where I feel so close to God. It's so green and smells fresh and there's the sun and the clouds and I could go on and on but it really is one of my happiest places to be.
Even with the snakes...which are a good reminder of what happened in the garden anyway.
My work car celebrated it's 30,000th mile.
I spoke at a really super huge university for a ton of people....basically I read a whole bunch of things I've written here and then answered a bunch of questions and it was all good, but the best part was the talk afterward. I'm feeling a nudge to write more and even have a working title and an outline and someone who wants to proof it because she loves the idea...but seriously, it's a time thing.
She recommended that I take a long weekend away and do nothing but write...no tv, no social media, no nothing but my laptop and an ocean view and I laughed because really, that's just not going to happen anytime soon but sheesh, it's fun to dream.
So we celebrated the dream.
That guy that I like so much returned home from the Lone Star State with his 50 college students in tow and once they were all settled back on campus, he came home and slept. And slept. And slept.
And then he tended the garden and now it's all ready for a party.
We ran errands last weekend and bought some new candles of my favorite scent which reminds me of Boulder and my hippie days...patchouli.
I love that scent but, ummm...our house smells a little like musky men. And no, I'm not sure that's a good thing. Oh well.
Meet our new coffee maker. We're going old school, people.
Hello, Mr Percolator. Welcome to our kitchen, you cute thing you.
Have you heard a percolator before?
And the rains came....and came and came. And with it there was thunder and lightening which for us SoCalers was pretty freaky.
Oh, and it was on Monday morning.
In my line of work, rain is already enough to throw anyone off but add in the whole Monday morning thing and seriously, you would have thought the world was ending.
But we all made it.
And now we're speeding into a really exciting weekend. That guy that I like so much is celebrating his 20th year at his university and there's a concert and then a huge alumni celebration happening. Former students are flying in from everywhere to be here and it's just going to be fun seeing everyone now that they're all grown up.
But first we've gotta work like regular people the rest of week...and then we can play.