The attitude, of needing to satisfy no one but yourself, is a wonderful liberating part of getting older. Why does it take most of us so long to get this?
Crap! This blog thing is driving me nuts. I have so much I want to say, and yet, I don’t like to write. I’m trying to keep my brain from drying up by learning how to blog and the biggest challenge I’m having this morning, as I’m trying to do this, is stumbling thru WordPress. #frustrated! Ozzie, my ten-year old Cairn Terrier is scratching…. licking….. smacking…OZZIE! Stop!! Just be quiet already!! STOP! (said in a hushed yell, cause it IS still early) D is still in bed, the sun is rising, traffic is picking up on the nearby road……..So what’s the problem………Pick a subject to write about that won’t absolutely bore the readers, all 4 of you. I have so much I want to share. But first I really need to get my thoughts in order, or at least start a list of things to talk about. There in lies a problem…..I’m a verbal processor. I’d rather talk than write. Okay, I just need to figure out a better way to do get the thoughts from the head and out through the fingers. Yes, I know there is u tube. And silly me thought that is how it was spelled, cause you know, “U”…. short for “you”. Can’t you just hear the kids, going, “Mom!, its Y..o..u..T.u.b..e..!” As you can probably tell I don’t spend much time on that site. They do though, watching funny videos. I’d rather not…I’d rather look at Pinterest.
I’ve done a bit of reading on preppers. I get what they are doing and why, and I know I don’t want to go full in on that lifestyle. BUT, I do feel it is important to have some basic emergency prepardiness supplies and have a plan for contigencies.
The thing that has intrigued me recently is the part of protecting ones’ self and property. We do not own a gun. D hunted back in the day but it wasn’t something he really cared for. I’ve had a bit of shooting experience and really enjoyed it. I don’t remember how the conversation got started yesterday morning, but we ended up at a local shooting range feeling a little intimidated. What we learned….they will let anyone rent a gun, buy ammo and let you loose in the range. Well, not really, but that’s what it felt like to me. We did have to supply our driver’s license which they kept while we were in the range and they did give us a rundown of the handgun, how to load it, etc so we weren’t totally clueless…… We had a blast!! So fun shooting up that paper bad guy…. D and I talked about doing that again, but it was expensive entertainment, which if we owned our own guns and purchased ammo somewhere else it wouldn’t be as pricey. Probably a good price to pay in order to feel safe when owning and using a weapon. As we were leaving the range a family with young children were entering the range carrying large rifles, other firearms plus boxes, yes, boxes of ammunition. I thought for a half second, goodness….. but good for them.
Today is a bittersweet day. I’m leaving the area I’ve called home for most of my life. It will always be home. Always. Home means so many different things to us all. The word itself can bring up any number of thoughts or mental images. I shed tears of knowing….knowing I will miss my boys most of all but will also miss seeing other family and friends, and knowing a new chapter awaits. So thankful for the internet and Facebook. What a wonderful way to stay connected in our ever changing world of today! We can be as engaged as we choose to be, on our time and in our own way.
Here comes another adventure!!
The big move and my second cross-country drive to California are fast approaching.
We signed the real estate closing papers with the relocation company this week. I’ve sold many of the items we will not need, use, nor want to move, and what didn’t sell will be donated for a tax deduction. My stress level is a bit elevated, but I’m working on keeping it in check by spacing out the things on my to-do list.
My boys will be with me Easter weekend for some quality time before the moving company begins packing April 1st. I’m praying the time with the boys isn’t too emotional. So far I’ve had what I would consider normal emotional moments but could completely begin sobbing easily. I really don’t want to do that, cause as good as a good cry is (releasing all those endorphins and all) crying gives me a headache and I hate feeling bad with a migraine.
So for now I’ll distract myself with the road trip planning.
Have you seen a baby bird that is out of the nest a bit too soon? They hop around, trying to fly, but can’t get off the ground or out of danger. They know they need to be higher up, in a bush, on a fence or even better in a tree. They’re yelling for mama in their baby bird way for help. Sometimes you see mama flying around, swooping in, encouraging and vocalizing her concern, but in reality there is little she can do. She can’t pick up her baby and put it back in the nest till it can fully fly. I always hated to see this.
I was taught as a child to not bother the baby bird, the mama is nearby and watching. Heatbreaking as it is she can’t pick up her baby and put it back in the nest. All she can do is tweet encouragement and maybe a little advice in her mama bird way. It’s up to the baby.
I’m that mama bird who is NOT nearby and it’s breaking my heart. Oh, how I’d love to swoop in and do what is needed to help my baby! I am encouraging and suggesting, but it’s up to him to do what he needs to do. The helpless feeling is the worst, isn’t it, when it comes to our children.
What’s for supper? Not much. With our impending move to California we have been consuming the food in the fridge, freezer and pantry and only buying necessary items. After being gone for the past 10 days traveling, my plan was to hit the grocery this morning for a few things. But gotta love that saying about planning, “man plans and God laughs”.
So here I sit waiting on the luggage that didn’t make all the flights with me yesterday. When reviewing my literary initially I thought there might be a possibility this could happen. Flight out of Sacramento was on United to San Francisco and changed airlines, American Airlines from San Francisco to Dallas, then to Memphis. Apparently there wasn’t enough time between the first connection for the United baggage handlers to get the bag on the American Airlines flight to Dallas. Gosh, if I’d known that on the front end could have planned a bit better. Oh well. It’s how you choose to react to these little bumps in the road, isn’t it.
Once the luggage arrives and I’ve unpacked I’ll head to the grocery. I’ll only be shopping for me for the week. Yay! Rabbit food for the week. Well, I might sneak in a Cadbury egg or two.