You may have noticed that I have not posted much lately.
I do have an excuse. This summer has been crazy busy.
Lets start with the crazy part. I basically spent a month in a self-induced self-analytical coma. I never thought that one could go over the deep-end on the self-improvement front. Trust me, you can – and I almost did.
It all started when I met this very wise and gentle spiritual healer. I became convinced that I needed to pretty radically change my life in order to live consistent with my life’s purpose. This, by the way, was totally my conclusion – not his. I started to question a lot about my life and my decisions thus far, and it made me, frankly, not a happy person to be around.
My dear friend Sarah became convinced that I joined a cult. And I probably walked around with a vacuous look in my eye.
Thankfully, because of some big family events occurring, I forced myself to not concentrate on myself, and I gained some perspective and realized, again, how LIFE IS GOOD. That does not mean that I am turning away from some of the lessons learned or ideas explored, but I am going to approach them much more thoughtfully … and slowly … and not think about them 24/7.
On to the major family celebrations that occurred this summer …
First, this little girl graduated from high school.
So, so hard for me to believe. For a refresher on my relationship with Samantha Kay, you may want to read Wynonna is Crying.
We all celebrated Sam in Jacksonville at the amazing party put on by her parents.
Next on my summer agenda was a surprise weekend honoring my parents’ fiftieth wedding anniversary.
My parents have known each other since the age of fourteen.
About a year ago, I told my mom to mark off their anniversary weekend on the calendar and not to plan anything. I would tell her when and where to show up, and what to wear. My brother, sister-in-law, husband and I planned the entire weekend and it was absolutely magical.
My husband and I had then planned to spend the entire month of July in the North Carolina mountains. We had never spent that amount of time there before, and we prepared well in advance so that we would be able to do so.
The day after my parents’ anniversary weekend, we loaded up all of the animals and headed to the mountains.
And then, ten days later …. I drove back to Savannah. My husband followed three days later.
What brought us back? A couple of things.
I had a large deal closing at the end of the month and it was pretty stressful trying to manage it from afar. I struggled with whether or not to come home, and then I received a sign that convinced me that I needed to be back in Savannah.
It was a very subtle sign. I was working in our small office in the mountains. Both kittens came into the office, got up on the desk, stood up against the wall, and looked towards the ceiling.
That’s odd, I thought.
And then I heard it too ….
Something was up there. And the ceiling is a drop ceiling with tiles that are not very thick. We (the kittens and I) became convinced that something was going to join us in the small little office soon.
They wiggled with anticipation.
I, on the other hand, packed my bags.
As a completely unnecessary side note to this little anecdote, my husband opened up the ceiling and tried to retrieve the creature(s) after I was on my way to Savannah. He could not get them, so he asked our contractor to do it. Later, in Savannah, he told me that he had talked to John and that it was all “taken care of.” I asked him what was up there and he looked at me and said “I am not going to tell you.”
That same night, there was a story on the national news about this creature that had washed up in New York City. Experts were freaking out about it because they couldn’t identify the species.
I am convinced that there were three of these in the ceiling of our mountain house.
Throughout all of this craziness, our little Maine Coon kittens are getting BIG and we are amazed by them everyday. These cats are very much like dogs, even to the point that I caught Mosby (the girl!) drinking out of the toilet this past weekend. They make me laugh every day.
Although my sweet Gracie continues to age rapidly in front of my eyes, she has adjusted wonderfully to her new siblings and will even play with them on occasion.
I hope everyone is having a great summer!