My friend Katie Q and her husband are relocating from Pennsylvania to California. When she first shared the news with me, she explained they would be moving out separately due to work conflicts. When she said she would be driving her car across the country she threw in “Do you want to come?” It took me about 30 seconds to respond with a resounding YES!
Best laid plans… Right?
Today I planned to take Jaxon outside to play and tire him so I could do some trip planning at the computer enjoying peace and quiet.
It has been raining almost constantly.
I often call myself a geek.
Years ago, labeling someone a geek meant something a bit different than than how I have intended it today.
When I wrote last week, I was working from my tablet, sitting in Virginia. Despite the fact that I am writing from home today, I am again writing from my tablet despite the fact that I have a beautiful nearly new computer.
Hubby and I decided to do a road trip this weekend. Our adventure would be to travel south to Virginia. As some of you know, I spent some of my formative years in Virginia working my first job as a nurse. I fell in love with the location and solidified my passion for nursing.
As I have said before, I am a creature of habit. I like my routines. Even though I am a horrible dancer, my routines are well choreographed. Each step is purposeful and allows me to roll through my daily tasks. When I was working my “real job”, having a routine as a framework allowed me to hone my multi-tasking skills, which served me well.
I am a dog person. For those of you out there reading who are dog people, you know what I mean. For those of you reading who are not dog people, thank you for tolerating us. We do know we are different.
I love my life.
It has not been easy all of the time, but I have been fortunate in so many ways. It is far from a “perfect” story, but it is all mine… good and bad choices… and I am happy to be living it. I am happy for my curiosity and my willingness to try new things.
This week a friend of a friend passed away quite suddenly. I feel such a mixture of emotions when an event like this passes on to me. When I was communicating with another friend about it, the topic of mortality came up. We pondered how this loss affected us in how we see ourselves living our lives.
Mortality.
I started trying to recall how old I was when I realized I would eventually die. It seems a morbid thought, but I think it is more practical than morbid.
The past two weekends have been full of travel and celebrations. One weekend was a short road trip. Long road trip another. VERY long. Both joyous occasions full of new experiences spent with wonderful people.
The first weekend of the month, we celebrated an outdoor wedding at a farm located just over an hour from the homestead. It was a glorious summer day. The setting for the ceremony was on the edge of a pond. Our friends picked a fantastic location for bringing together family and friends.
