Quite frequently I have blog posts running through my head. Sometimes they are in the form of a blog, sometimes a letter to a long lost friend, or a phone call with a friend, not so lost. Occasionally, I have conversations going on with people I haven't seen or heard from in years, only to realize as I'm walking down the street or changing the laundry, that I'm actually talking almost out loud. And I'm sure the facial expressions are out in the open also. I always think that I'll write a post or a journal entry and get all that minutiae out of my head so it will quit bouncing around in there and maybe give me some peace. But, alas, I don't. There's always an excuse, a reason, a streak of pure laziness or 'not interesting enough', 'nobody cares anyway', 'you're just bragging', or my favorite, 'really, nobody is in terested, give it a rest.'
Isn't it sad that we let an inner dialogue dictate so many of our actions, or in my case in-actions?
So these are the things that I can't seem to get out of noggin today - I'm just going to put it out there and let it go where ever it may.
Ben has a cross country meet today, but I don't know any details, like where (Sugarhouse?), what time or how does one watch a cross country meet? Did he take snacks? Are they stopping for dinner? Does he have money? Did he take his shoes? Is he WEARING the new million dollar shoes to school, that I told him ONLY to wear at meets?
Kinsey has early-out. It's my turn to pick up kids. I forgot to change cars. I hope I have enough seatbelts.
Oh, yeah, it's my day off. I should see about making some visiting teaching appointments.
I have a batch of tomatoes waiting to be made into salsa. This HAS to be done today. And the peaches, too. Why did I plant a garden?
The porch is full of cobwebs and dust. Can I just leave it until halloween and call it decoration?
I heard from an old friend a week or so ago. I'd love to respond back to him and find out how his life is going. BUT - did he really try to friend me or is facebook just seeing that we have a mutual friend and assuming that we want to talk. I don't want to appear anxious or over zealous. But, I would like to know how he's doing. So, if you stumble across this, Bryan. Hi, back from Utah. How are you?
I would love to ask other friends from high school - Does anyone know what happened to Kelly Smith - Willis - Johnson? I last talked to her in 1991 when I was expecting child #2 and she and I both had 3 year olds. I would love to see how she is. Also Kim Register, the one whose mother owned the Children's Whistlestop Daycare in Bartow. I 'd like to know where/how she is. Last I talked to her, she was thinking about living on a boat. or something like that.
Today is my day off and I'm supposed to be paying bills, making salsa, cleaning house, etc and here I sit at my computer just trying to empty my head. On the plus side, I'm home alone (almost) and have control of the radio, thermostat and lighting. The sun is shining in the sliding glass door, which really needs to be cleaned.
I just got home from a vacation last week to Lake Powell. It was a very different trip, not having any kids along. At first, I was put out because, hey, if I don't have any teenage boys with me, who's going to carry all my stuff to the houseboat. Well, I carried my own stuff - got all of it in just two trips with the cart. And, I say teenage boys, but I only have one teen boy left and a teen girl. The rest are all grown up. Insert sad emoji here. The water, weather, stars were beautiful. We all slept up on top so we could see the stars. One of the most peaceful feelings in the world - a quiet house boat in a quiet canyon where the stars are close enough to touch, watching shooting stars and discussing all manner of ideas from the head and heart. So quiet, tranquil and peaceful. Until the snoring starts. One of our clan is a photography enthusiast, so I counted on her for pictures. These are the only ones I got this trip.
One more thing. See these two guys -
Yeah. The one on the right is mine. The one on the left just got home from his mission. They have been best friends since, well, birth, I guess. His mom and I were Cub Scout leaders together when they were just little. Then they went to primary, school, mutual, scouts, high school and swim team together. They've been apart for two years while they served their missions. I came home from work last week and this is where they were. It took me ten minutes watching from the (dirty) sliding glass door, before I could go out and hug him, because it was such a tender moment for me. I have SOOOOOO missed these two faces together. Glad to have them back. Yeah, he's giving me that, 'oh look, I made her cry' face.
Well - that's it for now. I've emptied my head sufficiently to get at least a few things done now. I'll leave you with a few pictures, just to make things interesting.
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