I have been so out of it! I can't believe how long ago my last post was . . . I feel so disconnected.
It began with some deadlines, then a few service projects, a respiratory infection, the dog ate my blog post, the sun was in my eyes, the blog post is in the mail, I promise, and my husband doesn't understand me.
Well, some of that is true, then I just felt like embellishing because I know that's what you've come to expect of me. I call it embellishing. My mother calls it lying.
To-ma-to, to-mah-to! What are you going to do.
But I think I'm back now. I've gotten an extraordinary amount of work accomplished this morning. Still have a bunch of articles to research and write, but the book editing is complete and sent back, lotion made for Amy, and making veggies for Thanksgiving dinner with Rose and the family tonight. I'm back in the game.
The worst part of not blogging is that, even though we don't always do reciprocal communication, I know I'm connecting with you and I feel your love (and anger, and anguish, and frustration, and pity, and sympathy, and I even sometimes see the eyes roll back in your head.) But I also feel some laughter occasionally and that makes this class clown's life worth living!
Shoot me a comment and let me know how you're doing. I love hearing from you! I actually print out your comments and keep them in a journal.
One more thing. I just have to shout to the world how much I love my children and their children! I mean, how blessed am I to have brought up some of the most amazing human beings to ever walk the planet. And now seeing them parent my grandbabies is joy beyond description.
Becky Lyn Rickman
Mom of many, servant to my cats, Cary Grant's other girlfriend (still trying to work out the logistics of that one).