Revving up

Sometimes life revs up and sometimes it idles. For me, it's not that I'm too busy right now, it's more like I've got too many unusual things to process. My heart has been touched deeply many times in a short span.

The lies. I don't like to lie. Especially to those people whom I love that unfailingly give me the gift of honesty. My daughter being a prize winner in this scenario, I find that even though it was for a benefit, I have to heal myself from lying to her. How will she ever be able to trust me again?????

We had fun at X's bash. I loved meeting the people that she works with, that she loves. I was tickled at X's reaction. I always enjoy seeing X's college buds, they're wonderful. I was a bit mortified at Gabe's roast, as he dug up stuff and threw it out there for all to see. But his intent was good, he was having fun, and he is a young man and I am an old lady.

It was, and ALWAYS is, a joy for me to be together with my children. After dinner Sunday, and some rocking out, we simply sat in the living room and talked together. All of us. Sharing stories. Catching up.

Okay. Right now it is darker than dark. Cold. I'm home all alone. There is the weirdest sound outside. Like a turkey, almost. Do they come out at night????? I opened the window a hair to listen, but it's too cold to keep it open, and too dark to see anything.

Back to my story.

Monday Gabe and I and Paul raked up the leaves. It was good time spent with Gabe outside in the sunshine. Saturday and Sunday were so horrible, weatherwise. We had a very quiet night, going to bed early, because we had to be up at 4 and out of the house by 4:30. Originally, we planned to head out to X's for dinner, but as much as we wanted to go, thought it would be more prudent to get Gabe organized for his trip back, and call it an early day.

Oh my God. WHAT IS THAT SOUND?! I'm so distracted. There is something out there, and I don't know what it is, and it's sounding closer.

Gabe has become a science freak. And he LOVES to talk about it, and I nod like I understand. As well as stories of his dog, Rogue, and how he works with her, teaching her tricks and playing with her. He's so fun.

He went to work when he got in to Florida. I did as well. What the hell. I was up early enough. It was a rough day, including a not so pleasant call with Sean. Paul had a work dinner, so I brought a change of clothes and after work met him there. I didn't get to bed until 10, and then read for awhile before sleeping, then this morning was up at 4:30 to head out to Maine for the bank inspection. I was so very tired.

On the way back from Maine this afternoon, by the time I hit CT I was struggling to stay awake, which is a little scary. So when I got home, I let the dogs out and took a nap. My back is really hurting, between the cold and sitting in that truck. I should have done a few things around here, but it wasn't in me. I'm going to take a flexoril and naproxen and curl up with my book, now. The rest of this week is looking like it's going to be a little tough, and Saturday, which is the REAL day my baby turns 30, looks like Paul and I will be at a raking party for a boss which Paul was fond of. His young wife died unexpectedly during surgery this week. Guess a group of us are going to help a bit.

The turkey like sound is gone.

I learned one important thing this week. I CANNOT eat Fiber One bars. I thought I was going to explode at Paul's fancy schmancy work dinner.

And now we're facing the chaos which the holidays throw our way...for those of us who rely on the rituals of fairly sedate and predictable schedules, this is never an easy time of year. I've got to get a grip on this. Hmmmm. Something to work on.

Peace