I’d love to show you beautiful pictures of the fall foliage, but that ain’t happenin yet. A bit, here and there, but my world is not yet ablaze with autumn. It’s gonna be 77 today, so it doesn’t feel like fall or smell like fall and that’s okay, cause at least I don’t live in Georgia!
Apropos to nothing, I woke up this mornin to photo prompt Right Now and so I share with you what life was like when I sat up in bed.
Does anyone know how to turn off the dog’s green glowing eyes? I filtered them to make them less creepy, but I’d really like to know if there’s a simple trick, because Sadie is not, as the girls suggested, ghost dog, demon dog, or werewolf dog. She is dog of big brown eyes.
I could tell you about balsamic and basil that seasoned last night’s bruschetta
But what I really want to tell you is that I’ve entered a new season of life. I’ve been in similar seasons before, but this is a new one.
SEASON OF YOU NEED A BIGGER CALENDAR (Again)
It’s comin around again — (that’s fer John)
For a long time, I used little daily calendars. I was once one person with a cat. Then I had kids and babies so I moved to medium calendar like I use now. Then the kids got bigger and I moved to large calendars. Then the big kids grew up and I went back to medium calendars.
Medium calendar isn’t cutting it this fall.
I need to go back to large calendar.
See how clean next month is?
That’s because that’s what I know so far. Papaw and I will have birthdays. Moo has early rehearsal, I gotta get to the vet before they close for turkey. TURKEY! That’s all I know. But it’s comin. Calendar inundation!
5am drop offs
5pm pick ups
When is Thanksgiving Break? I dunno.
When are the meets? I dunno.
Are there concerts for Veteran’s Day? You betcha.
Oh it’s all comin.
I hate it. I do. I hate it because it says to me, “Joey, your plans are very bra-and-shoe-oriented. Much alarm clock.”
BUT! I have done this before so I know my kids are worth all the driving and one day they’ll catch rides and drive and they’ll breeze in and out on their own.
AND! While I taxi these two, I don’t have two littles to cart around as well.
But the 2018 calendar needs to be big enough to hold this season in my life.