I have spent the last few days thinking of things I should/could write about, but I can’t seem to get this brain to cooperate cohesively. The random thoughts are like a slide projector with a few seconds before each new thought pops up. So I will warn you now, this is going to be a random ride.
Maybe my brain took its leave while loading that last truck of belongings to bring to Texas and saying goodbye to our home of 31 years. That was a real tear jerker, let me tell you. The day we were leaving, the purple iris was in full bloom; I hope Iris likes it here as much as Rose does. Here is where I was going to insert a cool picture of Rose, but it was too big. Imagine a big, red blooming rose, please.
Maybe it was Matthew and I catching wicked colds after battling the weather when we left Texas and again as we tried to get everything in the storage unit. Maybe the #$%^@ storage unit caused my brain to go on strike because it was closed (storage place; not my brain) and the security code wouldn’t work…never fear, a nice young man came by to get something and his top secret code wouldn’t work either; so he wiggled under the fence. That was much better than Matthew’s idea of driving the U-Haul through the gate. Makes me wonder about security though. But wouldn’t that have made a great photo to put here of Matthew plowing through?
Maybe it’s the excitement of having our last walk through of our home in New Braunfels tomorrow!!! Yes, our. It’s a big honking house and we: me, Matthew, Andrea, Jaryd, Jillie, Hannah, Atticus, Abigail, Elsie, Nessie and Ogopogo are buying a house! Did I mention it has a hot tub?! We get the keys on Thursday! Here are my boys:
I am so lucky! Jaryd said he was giving me 20,000 hugs when we got back…we’re almost there.
Sleeping on a futon in the living room of Matthew’s apartment with Jillie since before Thanksgiving is wearing thin. I love her so much, but, Jillie, please, must you sleep in the middle? I will insert photo next of us so you can see just what I mean. Atticus the Catticus does sleep on top of me most nights and Abigail was at the foot probably. And, yes, I did hand stitch that quilt!
Looks cozier than it is, and yes, it is by the front door; so every time someone goes in or out, locks their car…or really anything…the girls are on high alert. I don’t think apartment dwellers sleep at night. I am not made for apartment dwelling.
Next week I will go back to Arkansas, flying this time because 12 hours down and 12 hours back by myself is way too much me time. I will see friends and family I wasn’t able to get to last time, go for my first cancer checkup after the summer’s radiation treatment and spend time with my Dad. The anniversary of Paul’s death is also next week and, really, I think this paragraph is what is causing my thoughts to be screwy and memory to be out of whack. But, after this trip, my year of firsts will be over. I made it through birthdays, holidays, packing and giving away stuff, and going back to oncologist. Whatever happens next will happen and I’m going to do my best to laugh through it all.
Lastly, because I know you are dying to know, I will tell you I am still on my crusade to change the minds of the masses and get all doggy poop scooped! I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. What is happening in this country now with dog poop; especially at apartment buildings, is outrageous!
Thanks for reading my ramblings…..