What’s been keeping me busy…

Summer ~ Part One

1. The Color Run

Quite an experience. Running (and walking) with 10,000 people, some dressed in tutu’s, funky socks, tiaras, silly short shorts and all manner of odd costumes. Scrubbing a rainbow of color off in the shower. I’ve used Q-tips before. Just never to get paint out of my ears…and my nose. The upside? After the race, everybody’s teeth looked really white!! And I got to hang (and get paint thrown at me) with some of my favorite people… color group

2. Dogs (4 dogs to be exact)

I’ve got two dogs. The Red Dog (85 lb. golden retriever) and The Black Dog (55 lb. rescue mutt). They’re large to medium in size. We’ll soon add two more dogs. We’ll be keeping them for a family moving out of the country for a couple of years.

One is a small terrier, who is more like a tiny cat. The other is a dappled, long-haired Dachshund — or Weiner Dog.

Yes.  2 + 2 = 4. (Despite what many are thinking, I CAN count!)

We’ve been socializing The Menagerie for two weeks. And it really could be another blog…

Me outside at midnight with the little doggies, urging them to go potty, as the big dogs whined inside the house, from the back hallway. The Black Dog jumping on the door, causing it to slam shut, locking me out. Me scrambling up the side of the house in my pajamas (with neither grace or style) to crawl through a window, laughing as I landed with a thud on the floor…

The Dachshund standing on the dining table with his head in my purse. I had completely forgotten the half of a club sandwich in there from lunch, until his head popped up from inside my purse, with a dollop of mayonnaise on his little black nose. (He isn’t even as tall as my purse, but twice as long…)

Daughter and my intense two-hour game of scrabble down to the wire. She had two letters left. I had four. Ten points separated us. Until ‘Twinkle Toes’ (the little cat/dog) hopped down off the couch and danced around on the board. Game over. Nick & dogsAbove: Twinkle Toes in the recliner with Son, The Red Dog and The Weiner Dog on the floor and The Black Dog behind the recliner…dog

Twinkle Toes (the cat/dog) is the size of The Black Dog’s head. In fact, her head is smaller than my fist.

3. The Crib Project

Aunt Kate’s precious baby girl grandchild joined our family this week. I refinished a dark wood crib. Took me a week of evenings, made a big mess, had me scrubbing paint off at all hours and falling into bed, but worth the effort. It’s a distressed, antique creamy white now. The room may soon be painted a soft green. Aunt Kate is all set for baby’s first visit. A gorgeous baby (and she is that) needs a special crib.furn 001furn 002crib

4. Moving House

The kids and I (and the dogs…) are in the process of moving out of The Little White Ranch House and into another house in the same city and school district. It hasn’t been easy, because we all loved the ranch house–but its time to move.

We’ll be settled into our new digs before the next school year begins in late August. The new house? I’m calling it The School House (or School House #2) because it was the second school-house in our community back in the 1800s. It even has a brass plaque with historical information, a large cast iron black bell and a flagpole. I love its vibe, its history. That it feels like a park out in the yard…


Summer ~ Part Two

The past several weeks have brought a new baby into our family, a trip to the state championship in track for Son, high school graduation parties for Daughter and her classmates, shopping and gearing up to take Daughter to college, adapting to my new job at our local newspaper, fielding freelance assignments, packing and moving a household, Son getting his driver’s license and MORE dogs. (In my world, there are always dogs…)

No doubt, life is changing. Again. In BIG ways.

Which is terrifying, exciting, chaotic, exhausting, unsettling, energizing, chaotic, challenging, fun, sad, happy and…chaotic.

“All great changes are preceded by chaos” 

~ Deepak Chopra

I’m counting on Mr. Chopra to be right.

After a rather routine childhood and a lifetime of familiar patterns, I’ve learned to adapt to change. To know in my gut when its time to move on, even when I have no idea what lies ahead. To look forward to what this latest round of change/chaos will bring.

A Special Note To My Friends and Family: I’ve been in chaos (even for me). Haven’t seen as much of many of you as I would have liked. I plan to spend the second part of the summer relaxing some, and (hopefully) catching up with you. Hearing about what’s been going on with all of you, the changes in your lives…