Sorry, but kiddie sports are in full swing around here, so podcasts complete before Wednesday are a complete win in my mind. Whether we have rain or shine somebody is off to track, soccer or gymnastics. It makes it a little more challenging to schedule work time, but it is nothing new. I still have some card stuff in the pipeline, but cards are the hardest thing for me to let go and be done with. I always see something else I can do with them or add to them and then I am not quite finished, now am I? I got some birthday discounts from the arts and craft stores so I can not wait to make good use of them on new stuff to play with. The quote of the week is by C. S. Lewis, “Life is too deep for words, so don’t try to describe it, just live it.” Living it is quite enough, don’t you think?
This weekend, my sister is having a really nice dinner to celebrate her birthday. I wish that I could be there, on the porch, hanging out. I want to start traveling for my family’s birthdays. I think that would be fun, you know, going to birthday celebrations (I’m even willing to ignore the repeated renditions of “Are we there yet”) It will have to be road based, because I don’t want to deal with the radiation or the pat downs. Maybe by the time I get to do this there will be better technology or something.
About fourteen years ago, on a cold February afternoon, my oldest son Al entered the world. I was in labor over 24 hours so I can tell you I was so relieved. Because my labor was so long, they kept him a little longer than they kept me so they could make sure he was ok. I was so devastated. I wanted to bring him home with me. My folks tried to reassure me that everything would be alright (I have great great great parents, btw, and will have to write about the gifts they have given me when I’ve had each of my kids), but I wanted my baby. He came home about two days later, and we’ve never been the same. LOL. We’re getting ready for him to start high school. Then college. Sometimes he takes things too easy (I think teenagers are the payback for every scandalous thing the parents even THOUGHT of doing, so you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I’m telling you why… LOLOL) , but overall, I’m proud of him and happy to be his mom.