Thanks so much for all the love you’ve poured on me via comments, emails, DM’s, and physical hugs. I’m okay. Well, I’m better. Sometimes you just need to vomit your words onto the screen to get that sense of relief, you know? The vomit isn’t pretty, and it sure doesn’t smell good, but now it’s out of you and you’re free to clean up the mess and move on. After you wash the laundry and hang it out to air dry. And maybe take a nap (or three) while it’s drying.
I didn’t want that morbidly depressing post to be at the top of my site any longer and I remembered my friend Elan’s ‘Grace In Small Things’ initiative. I used to participate — a perusal of my archives tells me that it’s been nearly three years since I last did so — and it seemed like the perfect segue between the bottom and the things to come.
1. On Thursday morning I ran on the trail with Diesel, just the two of us, for the first time since May. It was a little bit awesome.
(The Redneck Neighbor works up North a few weeks a month. This was the first time I felt brave enough to go.)
2. My daughter has good friends who love her.
(I do, too, but I didn’t in elementary school. I was picked on a lot for being smart/chubby/awkward.)
3. We live in the Okanagan, aka The Promise Land.
4. Flowers from the garden.
Matthew transplanted trailer after trailer, full of roses and other flowers from family who did not have the time to tend to them. I never tire of harvesting the blooms.
5. Grilled pizza, topped with pesto, sundried tomatoes, artichoke hearts, goat cheese, and mozzarella.
Need I say more?