Looking Glass

  So my energy level has dwindled these last few days with packing and moving. I think my job is so busy and such little help lately, that I come home and have no energy. Then there is that, "always thinking" process, with my brain and it is rarely at peace lately. (sigh here).  My son from Seattle, Derek, and my friend KP have offered to help with the actual moving of goods. Sunday will be the major furniture to the storage unit and the new place. I have my walk through lined up for after work, on Monday. I am trying to figure out a few final details. It will be nice when this move is done and I resettle into a new space, with a roomie and other projects to work on. I need to write the next newsletter for the Toastmaster Club. Crap, I have to give a speech Tuesday at the meeting. Don't even have a title, outline or idea of what I will present. My topic is "To Inform". Hmmm...   My brother from Wisconsin was in town last weekend. While playing dominoes with my ...

  So, there I was this week, starting to pack bits and pieces. I had been collecting some boxes for quite some time. so I am grouping, and piling things together. "Storage stack" and a, "new place" stack, a "throw out" stack and a "donate stack." I go through shifts of emotion. A bit of excitement, a bit of acceptance, a bit of melancholy and even...sadness.   The excitement is rendered from freedom. I can pick up, pack up, and go at my own free will. My decision affects no one. I can look forward to monetary savings and say to myself, "yea, I'll be able to get my hair done when it NEEDS it. Not when I can AFFORD it. I can have an occasional drink out with the girls and maybe not let the brain operate like a cash register in overtime. My housemate and I should get along well. A new friend.   Acceptance bears weight inside me, I see this period in my life for what it is. A growth, a path to gaining my goal of owning my own place again. ...

  The Autumn Party my friend, KP and I held, was delightful. During some of our conversations over the month prior, we had been discussing just having a relaxing, comfortable party to meet some of each other's friends. Make a connection between some of them. All good people, fun, and striving through life.   The scene, KP and I had been planning for a month, warm, comfort food was the main items. Artichoke dip, shrimp dip, pork loin roast with roasted potatoes, homemade stew, homemade squash soup, banana bread, pumpkin bread, and apple crisp for desert.  I had gone over and painted her glass doors with an autumn theme of trees with real leaves used as a brush in fall shades.  A line of three pumpkins in grass at the bottom. Our invitations were, "Welcome Autumn, Welcome friends." We had fall decorations on the table, and spiced hot apple cider warming in a crock pot. Lemons, cinnamon and a touch of cloves rested in a cheesecloth nest inside. The aroma was wonderful ...