By all counts this has been a tough week. A death in the family, the death of two friends, the shooting in Canada, Isis, Ebola...
On a lighter note, though nonetheless frustrating, we are, all six of us, heavy into "run, drop, crash"mode. All six of our schedules are such that we run like crazy during the day to work, volunteer obligations, and sports practices, then drop all of our "stuff" off on the floor in order to sit down for a few precious moments. Quickly, we "crash" against the wall of fatigue.
I'm just too tired to deal with the sorting and unpacking and filing.
Thankfully, the band that uses the recording studio here every weekend truly doesn't seem to mind. They are low maintenance - water bottles and frozen pizza.
In spite of the difficult situations swirling around us (and the bothers of technology, leaky pipes, and ripped jeans), I keep finding myself thinking, "I'm living EXACTLY the life I wanted...right now."
I get to sub in the boys' elementary school. On Tuesday, W ran into me in the cafeteria. He literally RAN INTO me with a tackle hug. It was the best hug ever.
I get to spend time with my college student son, during our now twice weekly car rides to/from Buffalo. We are exploring the city together, discovering cool eating spots and music stores. And donuts...some amazing donuts.
I just finished an intensive 8-week IT course on Multimedia in Education. Now, I'm determined to use the same amount of effort to learn to knit. I actually washed wool last weekend! OK, so it's still "drying" on the floor of two rooms and I have NO idea how to card it. But still. I've had sheep for 13 years while never before even washing a fleece so I'm pretty darn proud.
Mr. WestBerryDad and I get to "hang out." It's true, we're out in the rain at football games and out in the barn giving shots, but we are home at the same time more often now.
I'm so glad that I made the move out of the windowless office prison cell.
It's a sweet life.
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