11.06.2011

quel whirlwind!

Chickadees, it's been a crazy few days.

Friday - a memorial service for one of my favorite professors. She was one of those joyous, inquisitive, no-nonsense kinds of ladies, and was a personal boon to me in many ways. (Not least of which was the fact that she lived in the neighborhood that hubs and I first found ourselves in when we moved out of Pittsburgh. It was a tiny apartment, we were having growing pains, and I wandered over to her yard for conversation and rosemary a handful of desperately-needed times over that year. She had a hand in the fact that I am happily married today, for sure.)

Saturday - the wedding of my dear colleague's oldest daughter to an outstanding young man who works in the same industry as my hubs, and of whom said hubby thinks the world. It was a night full of earnest declarations of love - for friends, family, and the two newlyweds. Silliness, sweetness...it was a beautiful night, and we felt so honored to just be included. Basking in all that love was therapeutic and three shades of fun, too!

Sunday - would've been Dad's 69th birthday. I spent all morning and most of the afternoon in a focusless haze...not really able to make a to do list, or really do anything except laundry. (I'm of the belief that laundry is best done when one is too frazzled/distracted to do anything else well...folding towels was about as ambitious as today was going to get.) I thought about toasting him with bourbon or a cigar, but just couldn't do it. So a glass of cabernet, his green chamois shirt and a Steeler game on the tube will have to suffice. (And dad? If the Steelers lose you're in BIG trouble! C'mon divine intervention!)

In other news, I started training for my March 1/2 marathon today. And I'm seriously behind (read: one day) in the word count for NaNoWriMo. And hubs left for Colorado at o-dark-thirty this morning. Oh, and we leave for Cincinnati tomorrow, and our pianist just bowed out AAAAND I haven't even started to pack.

Something tells me that the best thing to do will be to go to bed early, get up early and refreshed tomorrow, and kick some ass in the errand-running/packing departments. Because let's be frank: tonight is just not the night.

And it's OK. It has to be a good thing to take one solitary evening to process all the joy and sorrow that somehow, impossibly coexist...

Cheers to L and JG. Happy birthday, poppa. And V, look for my dad - he may not know how to dance, but if anyone could teach him it'd be you.

My five:

  1. Reflecting, even when it's difficult.
  2. Seeing big groups of people who love each other celebrating. AWESOME.
  3. Commending a job well done.
  4. Participating in challenges where the onus is to simply accumulate (words, miles). We'll deal with editing and speedwork another day, won't we? (Or maybe not...)
  5. Sunday night football. GO STEELERS!!

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