Life As We Know It
Life as I know it . . . I would say is . . . insane (it also contains a lot of ellipses). Full of ups and downs. Life as I know it lately has generally been pain-filled, but I've also been down that road before. I've been up since 3:00 a.m. because of it . . . and so I'll be toast by noon, but then again, I get to sit and wait for dawn in a quiet house with no one calling out, "Mom, mom, mom, MOM, Mom . . .MOM!!!!!!!"
Life as I know it is chaotic. Filled with too many children (can you have too many of them?), too many bills, and not enough money, usually. Filled with appointments and band practice, and a little wild man whose new "thing" is wearing the SAME flannel shirt every day (telling me to NEVER wash it), but bottomless, because that's how he rolls in winter. Or hangs in winter, I suppose would be more accurate.
Life as I know it . . . it makes me cry on occasion. But at least once a day, if I am lucky, I have a moment when I think, "The Universe sure is good to me." I had one of those moments on Saturday driving in my car, with the fall foliage in full glory, a shining sun, an open car window, the Cure on my radio, and it just hit me. God, I am lucky. I have amazing kids, and I am alive, and I can see and smell fall, and . . . I can make up stories for a living. And I have awesome friends . . . and you know what more can you ask for?
Life as I know it is under construction. My parents arrive at 3:30 for a long stay. Long. Really long. The plan right now is permanently. So I look around and it's kind of freaking me out. I have a beige-ish cat who likes to sleep on the staircase or the landing. I have a blind father. I have beige carpeting. Do the math, blog readers. Do the math. I am planning on instituting a "Call me when you have to come downstairs" rule so I can be sure the cat isn't there. But life as I know it is about to change.
You see, now that Dynamo Boy is in school, the hours from 8 to 3:10 (precisely!) were quiet. But my dad likes to chat with me when he is here, and he usually sits right over THERE, next to my office, on the couch and . . . well, chats. So . . . I learn to write with little interruptions.
Life as I know it . . . is always changing. I guess that's why they call it life. For today, I am grateful I have a lot of love in the life that I know. And that I am writer. And I am loving my work in progress (today, at least). And that I'm here, precisely where I am.
So what about you?
12 comments:
One of the things I love about life is the people that flow in and out for seasons. People like you...providing me with perspective on daily living and gratitude and compassion, writerly advice, humor. It's nice just knowing you're out there and that through the magic of the internet I've had the opportunity to know you.
Thanks, Beth. I feel that way about all my regulars--and many of the people I've met the same way! :-)
Have you considered spraypainting the cat hunter orange?
Life as I know it . . . is chaotic, and it's a good thing I love chaos.
Life as I know it . . . Is in transition, as our teen is graduating this year and headed off to college.
I'm a little sad, a little happy, and always a lot of chaotic.
Mark:
LOL! No, I hadn't, but that is a marvelous suggestion!!!!
Posey:
My oldest moved out. My parents move in. :-) I feel like the old woman who lived in a shoe.
Wow, we were sure on the same plane, eh?
I wrote that post last night after an author offered to read and potentially blurb my new book. And I realized how blessed and fortunate I am with my writing friends, especially.
Starbucks:
Indeed! I thought the same thing when I read your blog.
Great post! "Thats how he hangs"... Hahaha! :) Life can be cool, especially if you are a writer because through your characters, you can see what would've happened if you had made other choices in it.
BLD:
Definitely a cool part of being a writer. Multiple lives.
Life is definitely a rollercoaster, with lots of thrills and drops.
((hugs))
And hope the kitty and your Dad don't collide!
Nadine:
My mom hates the cat. She has discovered that cats can go up on kitchen counters in one leap. THis, in my mom's world, is a MAJOR no-no.
:-)
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