My last post to this blog was in August. Why? Life.
The salon requires a lot of time and attention. Nothing extraordinary, no more than what a million other people do every day, BUT, there are 16 people who need to be paid, and that takes the priority over TGHR. My brain simply couldn't handle the salon and the need/want to write.
In other news, the world has gone crazy.
For the record, in my opinion: ALL LIVES MATTER.
Love should win. Always.
It's an election year and so that means I take major breaks from Facebook because I. Just. Can't.
Except for Candy Crush. I have an addictive personality (Really? You're shocked?) and this remains my latest addiction.
HGTV and I are one. Jonathon, Drew, Chip, Joanna, Hilary, David, Jillian, Todd and the voice from House Hunters - any version - are almost always what's on my TV.
Except during The Voice. HOLY Jordan Smith and the entire supremely talented group of contestants. WHAT a season. (It returns in February, thank you very much.)
I experienced empty nest and for the record, love it. I like being responsible for me. I like not having to wonder where things are - they remain where I leave them. If I make a mess, it's my mess. If I want dinner, I eat. If not, I don't.
BUT.
but...
There was a VERY different transition to college from my experience with Peter to my experience with Bella. Much of what transpired is not for me to share. That said, it took me many, many weeks to realize that just like when she was a little girl, she needed me to be her mom. To listen. To listen hard. To not offer up too much advice. I couldn't get in the car and go to Vermont. Five hours is a long ride. I have only done it in one day once and that was when she was coming home for Thanksgiving. The kid needed to be home and in her own bed.
On the way home that Friday before Thanksgiving, about an hour and a half in, this precious young woman I adore so much said, "I might have exaggerated just a little bit about how bad it was."
All I felt was relief. Pure, unadulterated relief.
She needed the week home.
And then, she was gone. Back to UVM to do her thing.
Today, my cherubs have been home for about two weeks. The house has been filled with the laughter and voices and giant shoes of their many friends.
They are both working during the break. Peter heads back up to Rochester on the 13th courtesy of his gas guzzling truck. I will bring Bella up on the 18th.
And the semester will be fantastic. For both of us. Because we finally got this stuff figured out.
So. That's me in a nutshell. What's been happening with you?
The salon requires a lot of time and attention. Nothing extraordinary, no more than what a million other people do every day, BUT, there are 16 people who need to be paid, and that takes the priority over TGHR. My brain simply couldn't handle the salon and the need/want to write.
In other news, the world has gone crazy.
For the record, in my opinion: ALL LIVES MATTER.
Love should win. Always.
It's an election year and so that means I take major breaks from Facebook because I. Just. Can't.
Except for Candy Crush. I have an addictive personality (Really? You're shocked?) and this remains my latest addiction.
HGTV and I are one. Jonathon, Drew, Chip, Joanna, Hilary, David, Jillian, Todd and the voice from House Hunters - any version - are almost always what's on my TV.
Except during The Voice. HOLY Jordan Smith and the entire supremely talented group of contestants. WHAT a season. (It returns in February, thank you very much.)
I experienced empty nest and for the record, love it. I like being responsible for me. I like not having to wonder where things are - they remain where I leave them. If I make a mess, it's my mess. If I want dinner, I eat. If not, I don't.
BUT.
but...
There was a VERY different transition to college from my experience with Peter to my experience with Bella. Much of what transpired is not for me to share. That said, it took me many, many weeks to realize that just like when she was a little girl, she needed me to be her mom. To listen. To listen hard. To not offer up too much advice. I couldn't get in the car and go to Vermont. Five hours is a long ride. I have only done it in one day once and that was when she was coming home for Thanksgiving. The kid needed to be home and in her own bed.
On the way home that Friday before Thanksgiving, about an hour and a half in, this precious young woman I adore so much said, "I might have exaggerated just a little bit about how bad it was."
All I felt was relief. Pure, unadulterated relief.
She needed the week home.
And then, she was gone. Back to UVM to do her thing.
Today, my cherubs have been home for about two weeks. The house has been filled with the laughter and voices and giant shoes of their many friends.
They are both working during the break. Peter heads back up to Rochester on the 13th courtesy of his gas guzzling truck. I will bring Bella up on the 18th.
And the semester will be fantastic. For both of us. Because we finally got this stuff figured out.
So. That's me in a nutshell. What's been happening with you?
You will always be my girl
You will always be, you will always be
You will always be my girl
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You will always be, you will always be
You will always be my girl
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