Friends keep reminding me of the lessons I’m learning. I am glad they read my Blog! Thank you! This week I started thinking about the posts about play, and how it can change my attitude. Lately there hasn’t been a lot of time to play. Continue reading “Pirate Heart”
We’re going on a trip! So I’m thinking of dreams today. Specifically dreams involving travel. By the way I’ll tell you a well-known secret… {Whisper} I’m a horrible traveler…BUT, my list of dreams includes travel in one way or another. I’m up for the dreams just not sure how I’m getting there 🙂
Jo is my feisty senior citizen pup! She’s a head-strong and sweet Australian Cattle Dog. For those who know about cattle dogs she’s a Blue Heeler. Which means she’s black with white specs and a white cross-shaped blaze on the top of her head. She’s twelve now and we’ve had her since she was a year old. Needless to say she’s an institution in Milly’s Realm. Well we had some laughs this week over the care and feeding of my…um… shall I say…slightly spoiled pup.
Since I began blogging I’ve observed the action in Milly’s Realm more than I ever have before. I take time now to notice my surroundings and see how I fit into them. I have noticed something interesting and maybe a bit disturbing in an oddly beautiful way on my way to work…
I was thinking about my ‘Adventure’ over the last few weeks and found it wasn’t very fun. There has been a death in the family, tropical weather threats, finances, decluttering the house, ongoing family decisions (both for parents and kids), and insurance issues. And that’s just the big issues. The minutiae of life continue to need attention and I get a cold! Oy! What happened to fun! I thought adventures were supposed to be fun.
I enter the warehouse club and the madness begins. It’s Wednesday after work. It’s usually not busy after work, and today was no exception. However the usual obstacles were still firmly in place. So, tell me: What is it about an after work, crazed, harried, woman with a cart that peoples don’t understand?
I find this interesting. I’ve taken care of things and others most of my adult life. Now with the transition underway things are changing. I’m so used to taking care of my guys. Then I come home and I’m alone. What? No one to take care of?…Is that relief?…Is that panic? I meander around the house wondering what I need to do. I wonder what’s left for me.
A few months ago we held our younger son’s ceremony for his Eagle rank in Boy Scouts. The day finally arrived for the proud parents to show off some swagger. Yes, I am…er…was…maybe still is…a crazy, very proud Scout Mom.
This is the story of my own Screamin’ Eagle. My eldest achieved his Eagle rank about four years ago. He worked with his school to complete a project they needed for their marine programs. His project was an outdoor sink with countertop, plumbing, and electric.
Milly Really! 