Thursday, April 23, 2009

It. Just. Is.


It has been brought to my attention by Deanna that I need to update this sorry excuse of a blog. It's been nearly a year.

One whole year.

Let's see, what's happened in that year?

Dad had a stent placed, now he can walk without chest pain. Mortality is rearing its ugly head, whether any of us wants it to or not. Can't beat it back with a stick or copious amounts of garlic. It. Just. Is.

Spent the summer behind the boat, feet strapped to my wakeboard, trying to hit a wake-to-wake. Chickened out every time. The DH? No problems - he's always been better at me in any athletic endeavor. It. Just. Is.

The girls spent their summer doing the same, hanging with friends, starting to unfurl their wings a bit more. The oldest squid has her drivers permit, and is realizing that she doesn't need to necessarily hug the right lane quite so close to the curb. Second season of color guard, with all the sturm und drang that only HS girls can muster. Got on the softball team she's wanted to be on for the past three seasons, finally playing with her peers, not a grade below her. Got a coach who reminds me of some old curmedgeon, his only advice to the girls is "We're here to have fun and maybe win a few games in the process. And kick Crush's ass every time we play those fake popular girls." I love him, can see why most of the girls on his team have played for him since second grade. Squid #2 is now 2" taller than me, and has the bod of an 18 year old with a 13 year old brain. She's doing fast pitch softball every night and loves it. Gave up swimming which is fine w/me - the other parents reminded me of hockey parents, except they smelled like chlorine, rather than pinning their lost opportunities for hockey greatness on their kids.

It. Just. Is.

Still work from home 3x/wk, doing nursey stuff. Don't miss the drive/cost of scrubs/management and staffing BS/union foolishness. Do miss talking to other adults all day though; the dog is wonderful but not much on meaningful discourse. But that's what Crackberrys are for, no?

It. Just. Is.

And my new 'little hobby', writing stories using fictional characters that someone else created, and reading other pieces of work from other writers who also share my 'little hobby'. Found a couple who put the original author to shame. But I love my new 'little hobby', lets me get out a lot of pent up creativeness that I've missed since college, plus get to use the Crackberry every day to discuss my 'little hobby' with someone else who has the same 'little hobby', and who keeps me sane and doesn't think that this is stupid or unreasonable. Who does it for a lot of the same reasons I do.

It. Just. Is.

Oh yeah, Kauai. Went back to Kauai. Learned to breath underwater. Weightless. Unreal. Love it. Breathing underwater, looking up and seeing the wave on the surface, and knowing that I'm part of something so much larger than me, I won't even begin to try to comprehend it, but appreciate that somebody thought enough to create it for me. For my family. For my friends.

It. Just. Is.


Blogger Deanna said...

Whew. I feel better now, don't you? ;)

9:57 AM  
Blogger Deanna said...

OK, when I read your last paragraph on Kuai? I cried a little.

*rubs my sleeve across my eyes*

Must have something in my eye...

10:05 AM  
Blogger barbp said...

You've been busy my friend!!


5:06 PM  

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