The sum total of my blogging career can be summed up in three letters: meh. Pretty mediocre and patchy, if you ask me. Instead of worrying so much about posting "the perfect blog", I'm just going to write whatever about whatever. Sound good, non-existent audience? Excellent! Then we're on the same page.
Life is bogging me down as of late. Everything in my life seems to be occurring in lurches; like the roller coaster ride that creates thrills by jolting you around corners instead of careening smoothly downward from lofty heights. Speed up for vacation... errrch! Road trip. Speed up for trip back to Canada... errrch! Speed up to fly back home... errrch! Fly over to Maui to help with project... errrch! We're moving back to Maui. Get the picture? Each time I think I'm going one way, I end up being jerked in a different direction. Not necessarily in a bad or wrong direction, just different than I expected. Needless to say, my days of carefully planning for the future are tentatively over, but who knows??? maybe even my plans to stop planning will be turned up-side down like everything else in my life lately.
Mmmmm.... "up-side down" reminds me of the pineapple up-side down cake I baked for an informal 10 year reunion with some friends from high school. We collectively agreed to skip the formal reunion and have our own. None of us cared to get in touch with most of the kids we went to school with and preferred instead to have a casual barbeque, let the kids run wild, and catch up on each others' lives. Definitely one of the highlights of my trip. And that's saying a lot. I touched hands with Kenny Chesney and Tim McGraw, experienced Disneyland through the eyes of my young children, witnessed their heroes come to life and watched my four year old defeat Darth Vader in light saber to light saber combat. Pretty magical summer, if you ask me.
But now that the magic is over, I'm plummeted back to reality and the realization that yet another move is imminent. Moving and I have a "love/hate" relationship. I love de-junking my home, downsizing, rediscovering things I'd lost and the tetris-like joy of organizing all that remains into the back of my GMC crossover. I hate the hurriedness of having to do all of the above in the space of three days, the uncertainty of where we're going to live next, the disappointment of moving back in with the in-laws until a more permanent solution presents itself, the unpacking of said items into a 12X12 room, and the growing frustration of uncertainty.
So... in a word: meh.
