In between 2 weeks of travel, I was able to convince Big Daddy to take us over the mountains for a little break. I wanted to go to see this quilt show. Kristin is such an amazing quilter. We met SO very long ago in one of Tonya's quilt alongs. (I am betting that Kristin finished her quilt and mine is still hanging out in the craft room somewhere.) Last summer all three of us were able to hang out in Sisters during the Quilter's Affair. FUN FUN FUN to meet cool people online and then find that they are cool in person as well.--- more on this show on another post.
We were able to find a cute little house (isn't my brood cute?!) (Brownie and his rocker hair-do!) a block from the park and just a short walk downtown. Sometimes the best trips come together at the last minute, just how I like it!
We went to the sno-play park for the first time!!! Yes, I have lived here for over 20 years and this is my first "serious" sledding excursion. It was GREAT!! Everyone had a wonderful time. Did I forget to mention earlier that another reason we went away for a few days was to mark Blondie's BIRTHDAY! He is now 6 years old!!! He was so at home in the snow. Since he was in-utero I have thought that he was going to grow up to be an extreme sports enthusiast. His antics on the sledding hill told me that we need to get that boy a HELMET! On one trip up the hill to meet me, he "accidentally" dropped the sled and had to retrieve it 3 times... endless energy. What a little bundle of love!
At one point I looked up the (Big, BIG) hill and saw Big Daddy getting ready to slide Mango down the hill on her snowsuit. Of course I gave that the big "NO" frown, only to find that it was all "little" Mango's idea. She saw a big boy going down on his snow pants and she thought that she should too. The only thing that I can come up with is that we get these kids A LOT of supervised snow experience while they are young so that they can be somewhat savvy when they get older and Mom is not around. I am going to have totally white hair by 40!
No trip to the high desert would be complete without a tortoise shot? A man brought a tortoise out for a walk to the park. It was just really funny. Weird, but funny.
The joke of the whole trip was my never ending knitting project. I have finally realized that I like the knitting almost more than I like the finished project. I also am a HORRIBLE gauge swatch knitter. I am just always off and not too consistent.... blah blah blah. A few birthdays ago I bought this BEAUTIFUL yarn for myself. I finally knit is up in to a simple cowl, wore it sledding, and decided that it was too wide. My husband was kind of shocked when, on the way back from the mountain, I unraveled the cowl and began to re-knit it in a smaller width. I think that if I could just keep knitting that yarn for every project I would be a happy girl. (I should just buy another skein or two and be done with it!)
Brother Jon's served us some mighty fine grub and their sentiment is sweet and direct! A new motto for me!
I am a little reluctant to say it, don't want to jinx it-- but I feel like I am more accepting of this "new normal". The normal without my mom daily in my life. I finished the session of grief classes that I talked about a few months back. I made myself go to the first three (it felt REALLY awful), but then I continued for the next four. It was really nice to have a place that was really safe to express how sad I am about losing my mom. A place where I am not worried about scaring my kids with my grief. It was so nice to hear from other "eldest" children about how responsible they feel for all the little details of their parents affairs. It was comforting to learn about how other people are struggling with their own "new normal" and to just not feel crazy. My class was through hospice care at the local hospital. I am going to continue when it starts up again in May. I would really recommend trying it at least three times.
So many times the past few months I have thought of these lyrics by Mat Kearney-
... fear is an anchor
time is a stranger
love isn't borrowed
we aren't promised tomorrow
we'll never be ready if we keep waiting
for the perfect time to come
--JMB
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