Lately this is the way I picture myself living my life. Peering over the edge. Too busy to be a full participant in anything.
This past month I've been to the beach twice. Once planned. Once unplanned.
My son had surgery.
The grandboys had colds.
The grandboys had stomach viruses.
Dear Hubby had a birthday.
I spent this past weekend in Pendleton. Not truly planned but not spur-of-the-moment, either. Just a couple of days' notice.
I finished two books.
We had to give up Chloe dog.
One day it was around 60 degrees. The next, in the 80's. That's Oregon for you.
I cut back runners from our neighbor's plum tree that have threatened to become full-fledged trees.
I took a truckload of junk to a Neighborhood Clean Up drop-off site.
I have walked. And walked. And walked.
I'll walk some more.