I know, it is never going to happen. But i am holding out hope. My intentions are good, my friends, very good. I think about writing here nearly every day, it seems that I have so much to say, and so little time to get the words out.
Lucy, my dear sister, came to visit for a few days last month, it was so very very good to have her here. She brought her 12 year old daughter with her, and the kids had SO much fun playing with their cousin. It was too short, just 4 days, but perfect all at the same time. We enjoyed endless hours of chatting, laughing, walking the dog, a little shopping, some dining out, and coffee. It was great.
The weeks just fly by, i don’t even know where the time goes. The alarms rings at 5:07 on Monday morning, and the week starts with walking the dog, and chatting with a dog-walking neighbor/friend. It is a good way to start the week, and a good way to start each weekday. A little bit of time to visit, a little bit of exercise, a lot of tail wagging.
After that first alarm goes on Monday, I am not sure I even really sit down until sometime on Friday, the days just blur together in a chaotic symphony. Not elegant, but certainly noisy. Trips to and from school, work and the airport, interspersed with the grocery store, and too occasional trips to the gym, and then come the extra curricular, oh boy. each kid is involved in no more than 2 things, but it adds up!
Each weekend I think, ahhh, the time to relax is here, and somehow, it slips away as well, lost in the dishes and vacuuming and folding of clothes…. and the enjoying of our friends…
I am not complaining, just explaining, I haven’t been ignoring my little blog, I have been living a good, and busy little life.