* My kitchen and bathrooms are under construction, which would normally drive me BATTY. But I am thoroughly enjoying not having to host any dang Thanksgiving or Christmas festivities. It's my free pass :)
*James' headstone has been delivered and set at the cemetery. It's beautiful.
*Edited and formatted and ordered this year's Christmas card
*Am sick. And channeling a voice a la Barry White. Just not as sexy. Or sexy at all.
*Dad is still home and doing well. No scheduled date for lung surgery yet. May still happen before the end of the year.
*Nat wanted to know what "Save a horse. Ride a cowboy." means?
*She also thought that another song's lyrics were: "Don't rock the juice box..." :)
*Ran into an old (local) friend the other day. It was a hard day starting out. And then the conversation went like this:
G: Meg! How are you? Long time no see. I hear your dad's ill
Me: Yes, but home now and recovering ok. Gearing up for lung surgery, and then hopefully out of the surgery world for a loooong time.
G:That's good to hear! We'll be praying. How are other things?
Me: Busy busy busy. Kids keep me busy and mildly insane
G: How are they? I bet they are big! Hey, I haven't seen James around for a while. What's he up to these days?
*Now know all the ins and outs of Bear Creek road to Zayante, Stanford, and Home Depot
*Almost done Christmas shopping
*Putting off decorating and tree-getting until much later. I am not feeling very Christmasy this year. And have a bit of anxiety anticipating all of it.
*Emi love pie has been dropping the F bomb at the most inopportune times
*Went to a ladies night for the fire fighter's wives. It was REALLY fun. And I'm REALLY glad I had Alicia there by my side. I made a b-line for the bar when they started introductions about who they 'belonged' to. I realize I could have stood up and said anything. But no matter what I would have said, would have produced massive tears, and snot, and sobbing. So I didn't.
*Remain TOTALLY addicted to Starbucks chai
*Which is usually the highlight of my day. Even if they are paid to be extra nice to me. It's ok cause they ARE nice, and they don't have a clue who I am. And I love that.
*Found the most amazing thing to do with the first pair of James' boots.