Let’s ramble, shall we?

30 May

Twice in as many days I’ve sang at full voice driving down a country road and it was joyful but my voice strained and pulled. I realized it has been too long since I’ve felt like I was able to be full voice, at my full self. Too many weeks spent holding back and walking softly to try to please. And that horrifies me. Makes me hug my dog. And he lets me while his nubbin of a tail wags frantically. Because he loves me. More heart than brains, that one.

I have a nasty sunburn on my back from too many hours spent in full sun working in the yard without sunscreen, like an idiot. But I’m home for more than just a visit since I was 19, sleeping in the bedroom that I left back then. And my 62 year old father has more energy and stubbornness than men half his age and Bogart and I refused to go in before he did, so we both paid the price. Did you know that dogs could get a sunburn? I didn’t either. Bogart is also suffering from bug bites, mosquitos and biting flies have left pink bumps all over him so he’s getting dosed with Benadryl morning and night which seems to be helping, poor pup.

I also have ready access to laundry again, whenever I want, which means all my clothes are clean again within a few days and oh my god, the freaking LUXURY of it all! It turns out I don’t have enough hangers. Huh.

When I moved back in to the L shaped room my sister and I shared as teenagers, we cleaned out the closet that was once hers since our Mom had years ago taken over the one that used to be mine. When I transferred all the clothes Mom had been storing in our old room into my old closet, the bar broke. Broke from the weight of her SECOND closet full of clothing. I come from a family of collectors, people. The only thing stopping them from being hoarders is restricting their collecting to closets and garages. But still. I went right down to my Mom and told her that one (walk in!) closet was surely enough clothes and we were having a rummage sale and the bar trying valiantly to hold up the weight of her clothing had ripped right out of the wall after more than 20 years. Yesterday, I brought down arm loads of clothes for her to look through and brought back up anything she HAD to keep. She got rid of 2/3 of it. Success! My aunt wants me to do the same thing for her. 🙂 It’s hard to see what’s right in front of you sometimes, especially when you can hide it away in a closet. 😉

Storms ripped through the area last Wednesday night and though tornadoes touched down north of town and a few times the sky made me a little nervous, it’s sort of a family tradition to watch it come over the hill and marvel.







I was shooting every 30 seconds to a minute as the clouds rolled in and built. We didn’t retreat inside until the rain became a downpour. We’re a little nuts. 😉

I’ve been thinking on my new blog name and I thought about all the places I’ve lived in the last few years and the blogs that sprang from those places and I realized that I don’t want my blog’s name to be about where I live anymore. I’ve had 8 addresses since I left home at 19 and I may have 8 more, who knows. Where I live doesn’t define me in life, it shouldn’t define me on the internet. So, now I just need to find the words that define me, or maybe words that mean home to me, whatever that point on the map might be.

Suggestions, of course, are welcome. 😉


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