Love a duck, it’s been forever since I’ve blogged. I think I had a huge mental crash after Whole Woman Day was over and it has taken me a while to recover. The conference was great and other than a few little minor glitches that didn’t bother anyone but me, I’m happy with how smoothly registration went.
I have this big ol’ blog post in my head about some of the spiritual lessons I learned but I’m not sure if I can put it to paper in a way that’s readable so let’s just leave it at God used the opportunity to show me a few things I could be working on and so I’m mulling over how that translates into changes I need to make.
We’re still house hunting. We’ve been focusing on short sales and foreclosures in hopes that we could get a steal on a house and free up some cash to throw into renovations for accessibility. That means we’re traipsing through properties that have been vacant for quite a while. Last week we dodged bees that had moved in and taken residence in a dining room, hacked through overgrown poison ivy to get through the front door of another property, and felt our way down into a very scary dark basement because the house lacked power. It’s been a little humorous and, at times, a little frustrating. I saw one place that I absolutely loved, took a ton of pictures to send to my husband but within an hour of leaving the property, someone else made an offer on it and it’s now sold.
Insert frustrated scream here.
On the bright side, all the wait has given me time to have a garage sale and get rid of some of the things that
have sat in the garage since the last move will not make the move with us. Our sale was Saturday morning and fairly well-attended because I had posted it on my Facebook page and it was not at all awkward to have friends show up at 7:30 in the morning only to find some of their gifts to us on the sale table.
Didn’t think about the possibility of that happening.
Yep, not awkward at all.
Speaking of not awkward, I went to a wedding reception (not the wedding – just the reception) Friday night. It was held at an outdoor pavilion and started at 6:30 while there was still plenty of daylight and since the weather was warm and springy I wore white slacks, silver high heels, and a very dressy tunic-style top and I felt very cute until we arrived at the reception and would you believe that EVERY SINGLE WOMAN THERE was wearing a dress? I kid you not. Not a single pair of pants to be found. Oh, I was mortified.
So I stood by the corner canape table and nervous ate for most of the evening.
Which was as delightful and relaxing as you could imagine.
Have a nice day.