Now an empty nester, I watch the school bus drive by my house filled with other mother’s children. While I do like my french fry & debris free car, a refrigerator from which food does not mysteriously disappear, and the peace and quiet that comes with this season, I’m reminiscing about the first day I took my oldest to school. This 20 year old bittersweet memory seems like yesterday. Maybe you can relate?
The wind blew hard today; it was a sign of the times.
A change of season in the weather and in our lives.
Today I’m VEXED because I’ve lost my keys.
Also, my new barrettes (still in the package),
two socks (not a pair),
and my temper!
It wasn’t a world class Rumpelstiltskin snit;
it was a slow-burning internal squawk.
Do you do that?
Pretend it’s all good, but sizzle inside.
I do – more than I care to admit.
Here’s the issue …today.
I don’t lose things.
I just don’t.
I put stuff away.
You could say I’m borderline arrogant about my organized tidiness.
There is a place for everything and everything should be in its place!
But today I cannot find my things.
Where. Are. My KEYS!!!!!
Do you have anyone in your life that’s a handful?
You know, really irritating?
Yeah, me, too.
One of my fathers-in-law was a cop. He bragged about riding motorcycles year-round in the ‘60s. “Heck, yes, (except he didn’t say heck) it was cold. We’d wrap our legs with newspaper as insulation under our uniforms. The department wasn’t full of wimps, women and weaklings like it is now.”
A real charmer, that one.
At least when I had to be around him, his sweet wife kept the peace by buffering his insults and verbal assaults with graceful scoldings and smiles.
Then . . . his wife died.
Suddenly, I became the primary caregiver for that cantankerous man!
Are you a bathtub or shower girl?
Do you like standing under pelting water in a shower or sitting in a mini sea of calm waters in the tub?
Just from my descriptions you can probably tell I’m a bathtub girl. I take showers if I have no other option, but my preference is always a bath. Even when I’m in a hurry, I can take a “skinny” bath and get the desired result—cleanliness—which is an imperative for every day. But I much prefer a deep, hot, relaxing soak. When I get out of the tub, I’m not just clean, I’m refreshed, ready for action . . . or for bed.
A bath sets me up for what’s next: a full day of work or a good night’s sleep. I’m ready.
Sometimes I read in the tub.
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September 10th is a big day at my house. It’s our redemption day.
It’s the day my Adventure Boy husband’s plane was located after weeks of searching for it. Our hope was that both Adventure Boy and the plane would be recovered safely and intact, but that isn’t what we found. A pilot error, a thunderstorm, and a dark mountain created a trifecta of disaster. Adventure Boy was found inside the crumpled wreckage.